Thursday, July 29, 2010
Beauty Queen No. 1
Today I emerged from the sick house and fixed my hair and makeup for the first time in two days, and did it feel good.
I don't understand women who don't get pleasure out of firing up the straightening iron or applying eyeliner. Maybe Coco Chanel said it best: "I don't understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little. If only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that's the day she has a date with destiny. And it's best to be as pretty as possible for destiny."
(And yes, I totally lifted that from Bringing Pretty Back's blog. You all should check her out on my blog list).
I got my inspiration long ago from Beauty Queen No. 1. Mom. Oh, how I loved as she sat in front of her brightly lit vanity mirror, putting on eye shadow in shimmery jewel tones, and smoothing on the perfect pout in brick red or burgundy. I was absolutely fascinated and couldn't wait until I got old enough to wear makeup. She was the prettiest woman alive, without a doubt. Then she would put on her perfume and lots of gold jewelry. To this day, when she spends a night with me, the house smells like her perfume even after she leaves.
It's only natural that I would be the Avon girl 30 years later. My friends see my eyes light up as I bring a new woman into the fold and tell her about the quality products I sell, and show her the eyeliners, shadows and lip colors I wear myself.
I loved those dark, sumptuous lipsticks my mom still wears to this day, and I'm beginning to believe that the love of lipcolor is genetic. I feel naked without my lipstick. I have pinks, purples, reds and browns in stick form and gloss.
A girl's got to have her gloss. I've heard that destiny says pale, pasty lips are a DON'T.
What's the beauty product you can't live without?