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Apr. 26th, 2008 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sexy_romulanSo I have pink hair again. Woo! It's a rather different shade than last time - more of a dark fuchsia/magenta colour - but this means that over the next several months I can work my way through Manic Panic's various pink dyes and see which ones I like. Eeeexcellent.
Got mildly gussied up for family photos today, which meant wearing makeup for the first time in months. Discovered that the two lipsticks in my makeup-I-actually-wear-every-once-in-a-blue-moon bag are red-brown and frosty pink, neither of which work very well with pink hair. Hmmmm. So I stopped by the Clinique counter and picked up a "raspberry rush" lipstick and then got suckered by Bonus Time into buying some cream eyeliner too. I should have looked more carefully at the bonus before I splurged, since I already had one of the bonus lipsticks, am indifferent to the eyeshadow colours, and think the "anti-gravity" goo is probably about as effective as mayonnaise (particularly considering the vague-yet-scientific-sounding bullshit explanation their promo material gives for it...measurably enhances collagen production, eh? My ass.)
However, this led to my rooting through my long-neglected makeup-I-never-wear-but-can't-bring-myself-to-throw-out basket once I got home, and there I discovered some old but functional purple eyeshadow - it didn't work so well with red hair, which was why it was abandoned to the basket, but it will be AWESOME with pink - along with the surprising fact that I actually used to really enjoy this stuff. I've disdained girly fashion for so long I find myself missing it a little bit. I actually had the thought that maybe I could start wearing skirts and heels and face paint again...but then there's the ludicrous outlay of time and money involved, particularly since none of my girly clothes fit anymore. On which note, I really need to exert myself more on the eating better front, because I think the miserable PMS that's been kicking my ass the last couple months may be exacerbated by the extra weight (hormones, insulin, and weight gain all seem bound up in a nasty little bundle in my family). I've been better about actually moving around lately, but that's not going to help me much if I keep eating pastries for breakfast, to say nothing of the $7 chai-and-brownie combination I'm getting addicted to at Bridgehead.
But...but...EFFORT. Ugggghhhh.
Got mildly gussied up for family photos today, which meant wearing makeup for the first time in months. Discovered that the two lipsticks in my makeup-I-actually-wear-every-once-in-a-blue-moon bag are red-brown and frosty pink, neither of which work very well with pink hair. Hmmmm. So I stopped by the Clinique counter and picked up a "raspberry rush" lipstick and then got suckered by Bonus Time into buying some cream eyeliner too. I should have looked more carefully at the bonus before I splurged, since I already had one of the bonus lipsticks, am indifferent to the eyeshadow colours, and think the "anti-gravity" goo is probably about as effective as mayonnaise (particularly considering the vague-yet-scientific-sounding bullshit explanation their promo material gives for it...measurably enhances collagen production, eh? My ass.)
However, this led to my rooting through my long-neglected makeup-I-never-wear-but-can't-bring-myself-to-throw-out basket once I got home, and there I discovered some old but functional purple eyeshadow - it didn't work so well with red hair, which was why it was abandoned to the basket, but it will be AWESOME with pink - along with the surprising fact that I actually used to really enjoy this stuff. I've disdained girly fashion for so long I find myself missing it a little bit. I actually had the thought that maybe I could start wearing skirts and heels and face paint again...but then there's the ludicrous outlay of time and money involved, particularly since none of my girly clothes fit anymore. On which note, I really need to exert myself more on the eating better front, because I think the miserable PMS that's been kicking my ass the last couple months may be exacerbated by the extra weight (hormones, insulin, and weight gain all seem bound up in a nasty little bundle in my family). I've been better about actually moving around lately, but that's not going to help me much if I keep eating pastries for breakfast, to say nothing of the $7 chai-and-brownie combination I'm getting addicted to at Bridgehead.
But...but...EFFORT. Ugggghhhh.
