A Makeup Confession


I have a confession.

An embarrassing truth about myself.
Are you ready?
I have never gone beyond the drugstore to purchase skin care products or makeup, ever in my whole entire life. There, I said it.
The makeup that fills the Huggies Baby Wipe container on my vanity consists of drugstore products, and drugstore products only.You heard me right. My concealers, blush, bronzer and mascara which cost me a whopping $10 or less is kept in a recycled baby wipe container. Can you say glamorous? I'm not saying these products are shit, it's just that within a few hours of wear, I feel the need to reapply and I think I can do better than that.

I am writing this post because it's time I spread my wings and fly away from Shoppers Drugmart. It's time I see what professional, promising products are out there, and it's time I spend a little more money on myself. I am worth it. I deserve it. 
Here's the deal. It's September and as much as I love this time of year, it means my beachy blonde hair has lost it's shine and my tan is fading by the minute. I once thought the answer to end-of-summer depressies was visiting my hair stylist for a new cut and color, but not long after the drastic makeover I realize I made a mistake. It's not my hair I need to change, it's my face! The new cut and color may have been nice for the first couple of weeks, but my skin is still dull and I look tired 100% of the time, even with makeup.
Without makeup? Let's not even go there.
"Are you feeling sick, hunny?" - Concerned husband.
"I'm fine, just not wearing any makeup." - Pissed off wife.

So before I'm out with the old and in with the new, I'd like to hear from you.
Where do you buy your makeup? What products do you consider splurge worthy? I booked a consultation and application with Sephora. Good choice? I honestly wouldn't know. I'm hoping to leave Sephora with a few basics that give me the look I want from the moment I apply it until the moment I wipe it off. I need a lesson on appropriate colors, the proper order in which to apply each product, and what brushes to use. I have a lot of ground to cover, I don't even know how to contour or create a smoky eye. Come to think of it, I can't tell you the last time I wore eye shadow.

Should I consider lightening my brows?  With my hair a natural medium blonde and my brows almost black, lightening my brows has always been tempting. Would it soften my face? Would my hair color appear more natural? I'm scared, and dying my hair a darker shade is not an option right now.

Do you follow any makeup tutorial blogs? Product reviews and application tutorials, link me to some of your favorites!


Stay tuned for my Sephora experience and makeup haul. *Update! See post: "Sephora, thanks but no thanks."


Goodnight Moon

The head of our bed fits perfectly in the bay window of our ground level bedroom, and I'm lying on my belly looking out at the night. The windows on each side of me are open and the breeze is cool and refreshing on my face, reminding me that summer is almost over. I don't mind.
I close my eyes to inhale a deep breath of the fresh air and I feel as though I am outside, unprotected by these four walls. The hair on my arms stand with a chill as I feel a sense of vulnerability and fear, fear that maybe I am too close, too exposed. Only one large pane of glass and two window screens separate me from the wild animals that are lurking beyond the tree line and the dark mysterious woods.
Then suddenly my warmth returns with a sense of calm. I am safe here. I am safe with him.
To my right, my husband is sleeping, unaware of my current state of awe. His chest rises and falls, rises and falls, and I take a second to thank God for him.
The mattress supports our bodies as they sink deeper and deeper into relaxation preparing for a nights rest, and the covers are weightless but warm, softly shielding us from the cool September night.
There isn't a cloud in sight.
The sky is an odd, unfamiliar shade of blue. It's bright, despite the time, and the stars are sparkling like diamonds as far as the eye can see.
The light of the Harvest moon brightens the long dirt road below that would otherwise be dark and uninviting, but there are no cars to travel it anymore tonight. It's too late. I am the only one awake.
The trees are still as the breeze is so gentle it can't shake them.
The rolling hills in the distance are black like perfectly painted silhouettes on a blue canvas.
There isn't a noise to be heard, not a peep, not a squeak or a howl. It's like we're the only ones left on this earth, and I'm not at all afraid.
I am ready to close my eyes and dream...

Rachel Emmilee