Have you ever watched the beauty guru channels on YouTube?
They are addicting-ly fabulous.
Why am I so late to this enchanting party?
I love makeup. It hides my adult acne, my eyebrow situation, and my insecurity.
I wear makeup everyday. I feel better when I am all ready and put together. It makes me feel like I can handle the
If I didn't pull myself together and looked like a dump, I would straight up sit on my couch all and make sweet love to Netflix.
When I was 18-20 I worked as a manager at Victoria's Secret Beauty. This was 10-12 years ago when 1/2 of the store was all makeup, lotion, and edible massage oil.
Everyone knew how to do makeup decently well, we were good enough to sell it.
This was before the internet, YouTube, and Sephora.
After watching these videos, I now see the error in my crappy makeup skills.
My 18-20 year old self is embarrassed.
Speaking of Sephora, almost every time we go, Titty Monkey Tyler sneaks $30 lipsticks and applies it all over his face, until I realize what he's doing.
Then I take a picture.
I mean, I could stop him, but why would I want to?
The employees love us there.
I've been wanting to try the whole face contouring thing and bought this Anastasia Beverly Hills contour kit.
Mostly because it looked like it had buttloads of class.
It was so fancy that I felt like every time I handled it, I should have my pinky finger raised in the air.
I watched 327 contouring tutorials, took 6 hits of acid, said a prayer, and went to work.
And by acid, I mean goldfish crackers.
I tried hard, I really did.
But after 20 minutes of beauty blending I lost focus. Do people really take this long to put on foundation? I have butts to wipe, laundry to do, and a short attention span.
On a normal day I spend 10 minutes doing ALL my makeup.
I felt like I had a thick layer of shellac on my face, but it still looked pretty much the same. I clearly need more talent than a makeup store at the mall afforded me.
I tried to redeem myself by doing sexy shimmer eye shadow but ended up looking like an amateur drag queen (which could have been awesome if I wasn't a stay at home mom).
I'm sure the Anastasia Beverly Hills contour kit is lovely, in the hands of a professional.
Given Tyler's affinity for makeup, he stood and watched me fumble my way through my makeup.
It was so sweet because even though my face was a mess, he still asked me to put some on him.
It's like he loves me for who I am and not what I do.
When I was done with Tyler's summer glam look, he really wanted me to finish it off with a mustache.
Then he wanted me to finish mine with a mustache too.
My face was jacked up, so at this point a mustache could only help.
And it's not like I've never had a dirty sanchez before.
Next, he wanted "mom's other hair" and when I realized what he meant, I was glad it wasn't my pubes.
When I made him wash the makeup off, he totally over reacted.
He ran in his room and cried like an angry elf for 10 minutes.
At least Husband and I know that if we ever have a girl, she will be incredibly good looking.