It's been a little bit about me lately (yeah!). In the wee hours of the morning, it's amazing what can seem important at that time. Early one morning, my new obsession took flight - makeup.
Now, I am pretty much a makeup virgin. Really, honestly, I have never really gone the whole way with makeup. I've been a bit of a tease. A token application of foundation. A swipe of mascara which would then wipe off onto my glasses and under my eyes. A coloured lip that looked like I had raided my mothers makeup bag.
But, no more... I have decided to make the commitment. And so I did, starting with foundation.
I've clued up on primers, stippling, flat-paddled brushes. I researched mineral powders, illuminators and concealers. I know it, baby. But theory versus application - what a joke!
It's been over five years since I was colour matched for foundation. Five years is pretty much a lifetime, especially considering that the last time I was colour matched was when I was young, no kids, and living the vida loca. I was out and about, baby.
Over five years have passed and I've become a homebody. I worry about extreme weather with my kids. Basically, I am no longer the sun-lovin' outdoor nymph, but an anaemic homebody.
And so I was colour-matched. And here's the difference between what I was wearing and what I was colour-matched with at this point in my life.
In comes my Dear (poor, suffering) Husband...
Prior to being colour-matched, he was hit with this... "what do you think of my makeup today?" "do I look like I've got makeup on or have just got gorgeous skin?" "can you see the makeup on my face?" "describe my face today".
After weeks of this, I finally make it into a cosmetics shop and get colour-matched. I come home, and true to form, I ask my Dear Husband. And his response..."yeah good. Not so oompa-loompa ish!"
What?!? Oompa-loompa ish?!? Huh?
Hmmm... maybe he's got a point... Did he really let me leave the house thinking that I look like an oompa loompa? Aaarrrggghhh!
Here is the after shot (complete with the cheesy grin) - fully made up by the lovely Georgia in store.
The most telling thing... I actually felt comfortable showing a little décolletage (flat as it may be) without wearing a scarf. It would seem that, unconsciously, I was aware of the huge colour difference between my oompa-loompa face and my Snow White neck/decollete.
What do you think?
Now, I am pretty much a makeup virgin. Really, honestly, I have never really gone the whole way with makeup. I've been a bit of a tease. A token application of foundation. A swipe of mascara which would then wipe off onto my glasses and under my eyes. A coloured lip that looked like I had raided my mothers makeup bag.
But, no more... I have decided to make the commitment. And so I did, starting with foundation.
I've clued up on primers, stippling, flat-paddled brushes. I researched mineral powders, illuminators and concealers. I know it, baby. But theory versus application - what a joke!
It's been over five years since I was colour matched for foundation. Five years is pretty much a lifetime, especially considering that the last time I was colour matched was when I was young, no kids, and living the vida loca. I was out and about, baby.
Over five years have passed and I've become a homebody. I worry about extreme weather with my kids. Basically, I am no longer the sun-lovin' outdoor nymph, but an anaemic homebody.
And so I was colour-matched. And here's the difference between what I was wearing and what I was colour-matched with at this point in my life.
In comes my Dear (poor, suffering) Husband...
Prior to being colour-matched, he was hit with this... "what do you think of my makeup today?" "do I look like I've got makeup on or have just got gorgeous skin?" "can you see the makeup on my face?" "describe my face today".
After weeks of this, I finally make it into a cosmetics shop and get colour-matched. I come home, and true to form, I ask my Dear Husband. And his response..."yeah good. Not so oompa-loompa ish!"
What?!? Oompa-loompa ish?!? Huh?
Hmmm... maybe he's got a point... Did he really let me leave the house thinking that I look like an oompa loompa? Aaarrrggghhh!
Here is the after shot (complete with the cheesy grin) - fully made up by the lovely Georgia in store.
The most telling thing... I actually felt comfortable showing a little décolletage (flat as it may be) without wearing a scarf. It would seem that, unconsciously, I was aware of the huge colour difference between my oompa-loompa face and my Snow White neck/decollete.
What do you think?
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