There has been a brief lull in the juggernaut of Wedding Season which couldn’t not come sooner, as I told TBG with rather ingenious (if shameful) vulgarity:
“Every Wedding Season, my poor makeup brushes get more work than a whore in war-time….”
I’m actually enjoying cleaning the house, looking slobby and giving myself steam facials to save my skin from the lurking McLurker breakout that a) I never usually get except from excessive junk food eating (rarely happens) and b) that a twenty-seven year old can’t afford to be dealing with. We just have more important ish to do.
Speaking of, we have, *searches for wedding dates and corresponding outfits Post-It* FIVE wedding shindigs left to go before it’s all over. The crux of my issue is that I am running out of ideas in the makeup department.
The feminine masquerade often evades me, I feel. I think it’s one of those annoying Adulting things that high-schoolers seem to have down-pat these days if Youtube is to be believed.
Contouring and cut-crease eye-shadow are apparently the Holy Grail of aesthetic womanhood.
It’s probably going to evade me for a long while yet. I’m much more comfortable in the realm of eyeliner, to the extent that I have been nicknamed ‘Pola, Queen of Eyeliner’ – but everything has its limit.
I am managing to keep on top of meds and supplements though, and getting as much sleep as I can. I tend to also have very light breakfasts because everyone serves dinner late at functions. Breakfast is usually fruit and water or fruit and mint tea, then a protein or whole-grain based lunch and a none too excessive dinner.
I’ve been very good if I do say so myself.
Most importantly I haven’t had any panic attacks since the first one. So until I think of more creative ways to draw on myself…
~ Pola ~