I came, I saw... I contoured.

(source: Teen.com, http://www.teen.com/2015/06/18/style/beauty-news-trends-ideas-celebrity-inspiration/dark-under-eye-circle-remedies-hacks-tips-tricks-for-bags-under-eyes/) 

Tyra Banks once said "I love the confidence make up gives me" and I totally agree, without my daily dose of makeup, the soothing soft blush brush against my cheek bone, I am lost.
I feel dirty and ugly all day, as if the air around me is toxic for my naked skin, as if it NEEDS the protective shield of makeup.

"Don't look at me" is the immediate response I have whenever I see anybody without my usual cover up, I feel insecure, how are my pores?

 I'm not even ashamed of my makeup-less face, I have no trouble waking up bare faced with my boyfriend, or lounging around with my galpals on Sunday sleepover slap free.
I can wake up for lectures, wash my face, and slather on lotions and potions until its hydrated and producing a dewy glow, yet half way through the day, the feeling kicks in.
That sudden heinous feeling, when everyone else around you is so beautifully dolled up and you look like a slug in comparison.

What do you do? You grimace and bare with it until the end of your day, and when you get home you look in the mirror, and your skin is flaking, your complexion pasty and your lipped chapped. You sit there, convincing yourself the bags under your eyes were Prada, so it didn't matter.

In the end you promise yourself, tomorrow is another day, tomorrow will be different. But your alarm goes off at 8am and you repeat the same mistakes.

This is the beginning of hopefully a series of reviews of makeup products ranging from luxury to drug store brands.

Keep Pouting darlings

Bring me a Pina Colada!

Good Morning my little Moondrops!

"Treasure, that is what you are! You're my golden star!"

I'm writing this blog post at 10pm, the reason? Well the OTM is hosting a 'Vintage' themed party! This is like a dream come true for Philip, but me and my main girl Zoe are getting super into it too! So we're allowed to dressed from the 60's, 70's and 80's. Zo is going as 80's, the time of Madonna and Grease, where Pineapple was big and crazy hair was everywhere. Neon splashes are a must and leg warmers are a plus.
But I decided to go as the 70's, where the fashion world was becoming much more dangerous, the 60's allowed us to shorten our skirts but the 70's are where the hemlines are really lifted. Now for someone as, shall we be nice and say innocent, as I, I always find it fun to dress the complete opposite of my persona, also due to my height, no matter what length the dress is, I always manage to make it look short. So after some quick google searches I decided BIG CRAZY CURLS, a short black check dress and knee high boots. Photos will be taken drunkenly tonight and uploaded tomorrow, which as your reading this, will be right now!

The clothes were easy enough, but I had no idea what makeup was like in the 70's and if I could get away with wearing a bright blue eyeshadow without looking like a complete mug. I decided against that iconic blue eye shadow  and decided that the heavy winged eyeliner would suffice. Then it was onto the lips, in my research I found no traces of a red lipstick, instead I found soft pinks and peaches, but I decided I would put my own personal touch to the look and use the brightest red I own, which is the LimeCrime Velvetines' Red Velvet. A simply gorgeous stand out matte lipstick which is a definite killer. I did nothing crazy for my complexion, just my simple everyday primer and foundation and contouring, I think contouring was big in the 70's.

All in all, I think my look was good for the night, but rather disappointingly, I had more fun getting ready, than actually at the party. I mean it's always good to see your friends but I didn't pre so I was running on empty fuel and I had no one to top up the tank with! On top of that I knew none of the music, and when I was on the dance floor, literally it was Zoe and I and 3 other people. The new LED dance floor is wicked cool though. But imagine that! You and 4 others, dancing to music that seemed to have no beat, the outcome was embarrassing, my mind was just a mix of "what the fuck do I do? How do I dance to this? Do I look as stupid as that woman?"

Maybe I should have stayed longer, dear Zoe told me the party did pick up its pace, but for me when the clock struck 2am, and the party was still mellow, I just gave up. So I walked back home, feeling at loss with myself, climbed into bed and I was out like a light.

Such a sad Friday night, I did not get down on Friday, Rebecca Black would be ashamed. I can hear her robotic voice now.