Five Things I Love
I'm having fun doing these "Five Things," so I'm going to try to make it a weekly posting (which is hilarious, because it's taken me just about two weeks to finish this one—sorry!) Here's hoping I don't run out of things that I love! This week's has half of a theme (beauty-related) and the other half id just a random mish mash of that which holds a special place in my heart.
First up: I love, LOVE the Urban Decay Eyeshadow Primer Potion. Let me give you a little back story: from the age of 12 on to the age of 17, I had horrible skin. And no, I'm not one of those people who claims to have had horrible skin and just had a superficial zit here or there. When I say horrible, I mean pizza face, naming your zits "Mount Vesuvius" and "Grape of Wrath" kind of skin. It was pretty terrible. By the end of high school, I went on Accutane, and aside from being dumb and getting a sunburn while on it (it makes you sun-sensitive, and I'm already vampire white) it was more or less a miracle drug for me. It even stopped the grease factor of my skin, probably for a good five or so years after I finished taking it. In the past few years, I have noticed that the oil-slick quality of my teenager skin has begun to creep back up on me. I don't break out anymore, I just get a nice sheen towards the end of the day. This sheen also goes for my eyelids, which seem to have a natural talent for pumping out grease and laughing angrily in the face of any eyeshadow that tries to last more than three hours. That's where the Eyeshadow Primer comes in: you put it on in the morning, let it dry, and it will make your eyeshadow last ALL DAY. Granted, towards the end of a 12 hour day, my right eyelid does tend to get creases. Not my left, though. So instead of making that a ding against the Urban Decay brand, I will just say that I have a tendency toward a freakishly greasy right eyelid. (Urban Decay also has a De-Slick oil mattifying powder, which I want to try, just as soon as I can get over the $30 sticker shock of the price tag).
Dolly Girl perfume is one of my absolute favorites. I discovered it while doing "market research" for a packaging class in grad school, where I had to design and fabricate (er, make that pay out the hoo ha to get fabricated) a fragrance bottle and packaging of my own. Sold in Victoria's Secret, I was first drawn to the utterly non-perfume bottle stereotype shape of the bottle. But it also smells AMAZING. I had never really been a huge fan of any perfume up to that point. I thought most of them smelled flowery and fake, and I had a few that I'd wear on special occassions, but mostly because someone else had bought them for me or liked the ways they smelled (yeah, ex boyfriends). Dolly Girl is a really citrusy scent, which I'm a sucker for. The smell of it ended up being the inspiration for what I came up with in my fragrance packaging class: Pura Vida. Same scent, totally different concept and packaging.
Cool/weird/chunky/delicate jewelry. I just dig it. And it doesn't have to be expensive, either. Most of my jewelry is reasonably priced, found at cool little shops here and there—especially at Rehoboth Beach and Etsy. Some of my jewelry was made by me, and other pieces are ones that I've kept since childhood, believe it or not. These are a few of my favorites that I own. (Clockwise from the big chunky beast: Big Chunky Beast, which came from Alloy, surprisingly not that expensive when compared to similar jewelry from Free People; Tree necklace came from Downtown Cowgirl in Rehoboth Beach; Fleur de Lis necklace came from
; Crazy sun jewel I got in Mexico while at port on a cruise; Chunky necktie gem came from
; and the eyeball pendant I got in Costa Rica at a tiny little church shop—the pendants are said to bring good luck to whichever body part charm you pick, and since I have wonky eye issues, it's fitting) I also could go on a buck wild shopping spree of all the jewelry I have added to my favorites on Etsy and plan to purchase at some point in the future. You can never have too many accessories to choose from. Plus, it's cheaper than going out and buying a new outfit everytime the spirit moves me (which, to be honest, could easily be multiple times a week).
PEOPLE WATCHING. Dang, I love myself some people watching. I often find myself wondering if the people I find to be the most fascinating own mirrors that they use on a regular basis. And then I make up stories for them in my head, reasons why they are dressed or acting bizarrely and acting like it ain't no thang. Here are a few iPhone/lucky to have been carrying a camera at the time captures of some of my fine people watching expeditions:
From left to right:
A lady spotted at Six Flags—Gimme, gimme, gimme. Um, I don't think you probably need any more.
This guy is a local yokel at the vacation spot. He was on the beach drinking a 40 of Keystone Light and complaining to these poor people about how he has to pay child support. Meanwhile, he lives in a lakefront house that is worth well over $1M. I feel really sorry for you buddy. Ever hear of that amazing invention called condoms?
This was an overgrown orange woman-child spotted at a No Doubt concert this past summer.
This man with the combover that doesn't quite work.
Lastly, I'm sure anyone who knows me personally already has this down, but I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. Love. Halloween. It probably has something to do with me being a shy kid when I was growing up (and I still have a tendency to be quiet until I really know a person) but there's something about fully embodying a character that I just really get into. Perhaps in another life, I was an actor. In any event, any costume I wear is considered down to the last detail and with the utmost seriousness. This year, I was challenged with having not one, but two costumes. Although it took some work (and money) a Halloween costume challenge is not one that I can just turn down. So I said yes. Details to come on what these costumes were. For now, here are some costumes of years past:
Ginger Spice, Bride of Frankenstein (all my hair), Lady Elvis (I saw the banana yellow polyester in the consignment shop and it was love at first sight), Julie Fonda