monday

I bought some new eyeshadow this weekend.  Drug store brand.  Cue the horror music.  I forgot how much makeup you have to use just for some to show up on your lid when you aren't using the "good" stuff.  Gobs and gobs, to look like you are wearing just a little something. 

Pigments.  That's the difference.  The expensive stuff is highly pigmented.  Less filler.

You can have one tiny little speck of something you'll wear every day for two years with the pricier eyeshadow but it will go bad before you can use it up and then you are throwing away a lot of product.  A lot like- more than half- a lot.  With drug store brands you usually hit the silver at the bottom in six months or so of regular use.
At least I do.

That happens to me with Greek yogurt and heavy cream.  Lots of good stuff in that carton, but I can't use it up fast enough and it ends up sour.
Unless I buy the ultra pasteurized stuff.  But that doesn't taste as good.

I wonder if they have ultra preserved makeup.  That would probably be so not healthy for your face.

Anyway.  New eye makeup.  Maybelline.  Something  Something Rose.  Something Smokes.  Rose Smokey.  Something.  I always avoided rose-colored eye make up because my eyes tend to get reddish around the rims.  I thought I'd look like I have pink eye. 
Or old.  Ever notice that everyone older on television has a smokey rosy eye?  Remember that movie Something Something Boys with Drew Barrymore?  Not Boys on the Side.  That was the one about AIDS.  Also, it was the one where she lifted her shirt on David Letterman during the promo period.  I saw that happen when it actually happened.  One of the few nights in my life I stayed up late enough to see the headliner on the Late Show.

Riding in Cars with Boys.  That's what it was.  Where she plays the role that spans from pregnant teen to grown up lady and pretty much all they did to make her look like she was in her 40s was to give her a Smokey Rose eye.

Plum Smokes.  That is the name of the pallet I bought. 

Name recall is one of the things that is going in my older ages.  Man did that burn me up when grownups couldn't remember the names of things and people when I was younger.  I was great with names.  Now I'm only good at names.  Sometimes.

I am really happy with my Plum Smokes eye.  It doesn't make me look like I have circles or some sort of conjunctivitis.  It actually blends with my redness and darkness and makes it look like I want to look like that.  In a good way. 

It makes me look My Age.  It is Age Appropriate.  I'll keep it.

Also: never use those spongey applicator things that come for free.  Always buy an eyeshadow brush.

Also: Any time you use the word "applicator" or "application" or even just "app" I will be thinking of tampons and vaginal creams.  Even when you are talking about your iPhone or what you ate before your main course.

Also: The word "panty" creeps a lot of people out.  I think it's weird when grown assed women use the word pantie, but find it even weirder when men talk about how sexy they think panties are.  Little girls wear panties.  Women wear underwear. 
Under pants. 
Under things. 
Under pinnings.