I've always loved Chelsea Clinton. I suppose part of that is because I felt a sort of camaraderie with her when she was in her awkward years. Granted, I wasn't in the public eye, but I look back at my own photos from the same time period and I am very thankful for that.
I had braces. Frizzy hair days. Unshaped eyebrows. I mean, it was the 90s, and Chelsea (and I) were in our pre-teen/teenage years. I remember going to school and being called a dog...a German Shepherd to be exact. I remember being told in one way or another that I wasn't cute or pretty and the guy I liked at the time laughing and saying 'no' when I mustered up all of my courage and asked him to dance when Boyz II Men came on at the homecoming dance. But...I never had to deal with GROWN MEN putting me down. Chelsea did.Read More
Yesterday, I found myself out of Bare Minerals Mineral Veil, which is like magic for my face, and I wanted to get to Sephora as close to opening time as possible, to avoid any crowds/traffic. So, I threw on a baseball (not really - Titleist) cap, JCrew chinos and a white t-shirt. I thought maybe the eye-hiding baseball cap would ward off the "Hi, can I help you with anything" questions that are always said in a slightly pitiful 'Are you makeup illiterate, sweetheart?' tone, as I knew what I needed - and just wanted to get in and out as fast as possible.
Stepping in to Sephora at 10:45 a.m., I found that almost every woman in Orange County was there. Minus baseball caps. These women looked like they'd been up for hours getting ready for a Sephora trip, while I was decked out in an outfit I reserve for grocery shopping, walking Moxie and running to Home Depot. And apparently quick cosmetics runs.
I navigated my way through the buzzing, blinged-out women getting their eye makeup and eyebrows done, the gigantic displays and huge Louis Vuitton totes blocking a few aisle entryways. Finally, I grabbed what I needed, perused a couple other products nearby, and saw the Sephora uniform - a red and black dress - coming toward me. Gosh. I thought, here comes the "Are you finding everything alriiiiiight?" question.
Except it wasn't.Read More
You know when you excuse yourself to the restroom while out to dinner, and you wash your hands and check yourself in the mirror to see a piece of spinach between your teeth? And, you wonder, why didn't ____ tell me?!
I hate that.
I always tell someone when something's between their teeth - mostly because I wouldn't be able to stop looking at it, and it makes me gag - but also because I would want them to tell me.
Back in my learning-to-apply makeup days, my mom always told me when I did a horrible job. She'd be like, "No. That's too much eyeliner, you look possessed." Or, "I can see the foundation line on your jaw - wrong color, honey." And, my good friends and I would offer advice and tips, as well. That's having your girl's back.Read More