A poll:
Would you use Latisse, a product to make your eyelashes grow longer and thicker, if you knew...
it might turn your light eyes brown!?!!
Permanently!
Of all the potential side-effects I've ever heard, none has frightened me quite like that one. It's so...permanent....
(Hey, Elizabeth, since your driver's license says you have black eyes anyway...! ;-))
I find it hard to imagine how anyone with light eyes could even consider this. Hundreds or thousands of dollars and a possible total eye-color change for...longer eyelashes...? Really? Anyone?
Tuesday, November 15
Thursday, November 10
Beauty: Part Three
Years ago, I read something in an article that amused me so much I've never forgotten it:
"We all know that celebrities are just like the rest of us. Except rich enough to be better looking...."
Hahaha!!
It's so true, though. It's interesting how someone can sell themselves as "hot," or pretty, or handsome, just by dressing the part. But if you actually look at their face.... Totally ordinary. Or maybe even a little strange. Crooked nose? Huge jaw? Everyone has something....! (Almost everyone. ;-))
So, on the opposite side of the spectrum from my previous post, when I enjoyed imagining a world where everyone is willing to just look like their natural ol' selves, there's this great curiosity I've had in what a makeover genius would do to me.
I'm pretty sure there are some amazing-looking people out there who aren't actually any more attractive than I am, and that the same is true of anyone. You see these makeover shows and watch someone who even appears very unattractive suddenly, wow! Pop! And you realize: that skin just needed the right color of hair, and that hair just needed the right conditioner, and that face just needed the right shirt and the right haircut...!
Because people are all beautiful! They really are.
And what would a master eye see for me...?
What would a master colorist do to my hair? Go lighter? Go darker? Go redder? Keep it exactly the same?
What would a master sylist do to my hair? If it would take longer than 10 minutes, they would have to just take my picture for fun and say good-bye to the perfect hairstyle they tried to give me. Haha! (I couldn't stand to waste my day on primping! Been there, done that, but I'm not an insecure teenager anymore. :)) But what would it be? And what would the perfect 10-minute hairstyle be? Could I go even shorter? Would they make me poofier? Sleeker?
What would my perfect outfit be? My perfect shoe? My perfect color palette?
What do I not know I don't know...?
How would I look on Oscar night if I, like a celebrity, were rich enough to be better-looking than my fellow man? (Haha!)
How would Matt look? How would my other family members and friends look? Would we look like ourselves still...? Or would it be a thoroughly unrecognizable crew?
As for the master makeup artist.... I'm not sure they exist. (I always hate the makeup on a makeover. Ick.) But the pioneer of very natural-looking, genius makeup would be interesting to consult!
And as for the plastic surgeon.... Oh please....
"We all know that celebrities are just like the rest of us. Except rich enough to be better looking...."
Hahaha!!
It's so true, though. It's interesting how someone can sell themselves as "hot," or pretty, or handsome, just by dressing the part. But if you actually look at their face.... Totally ordinary. Or maybe even a little strange. Crooked nose? Huge jaw? Everyone has something....! (Almost everyone. ;-))
So, on the opposite side of the spectrum from my previous post, when I enjoyed imagining a world where everyone is willing to just look like their natural ol' selves, there's this great curiosity I've had in what a makeover genius would do to me.
I'm pretty sure there are some amazing-looking people out there who aren't actually any more attractive than I am, and that the same is true of anyone. You see these makeover shows and watch someone who even appears very unattractive suddenly, wow! Pop! And you realize: that skin just needed the right color of hair, and that hair just needed the right conditioner, and that face just needed the right shirt and the right haircut...!
Because people are all beautiful! They really are.
And what would a master eye see for me...?
What would a master colorist do to my hair? Go lighter? Go darker? Go redder? Keep it exactly the same?
What would a master sylist do to my hair? If it would take longer than 10 minutes, they would have to just take my picture for fun and say good-bye to the perfect hairstyle they tried to give me. Haha! (I couldn't stand to waste my day on primping! Been there, done that, but I'm not an insecure teenager anymore. :)) But what would it be? And what would the perfect 10-minute hairstyle be? Could I go even shorter? Would they make me poofier? Sleeker?
What would my perfect outfit be? My perfect shoe? My perfect color palette?
What do I not know I don't know...?
How would I look on Oscar night if I, like a celebrity, were rich enough to be better-looking than my fellow man? (Haha!)
How would Matt look? How would my other family members and friends look? Would we look like ourselves still...? Or would it be a thoroughly unrecognizable crew?
As for the master makeup artist.... I'm not sure they exist. (I always hate the makeup on a makeover. Ick.) But the pioneer of very natural-looking, genius makeup would be interesting to consult!
And as for the plastic surgeon.... Oh please....
Tuesday, November 1
November
I lovvvvvve November. Always have!
Which is why it's so, so fabulous to me that we have ended up with many great memories in November.
Next week, it will be 13 years since Matt and I met. Thirteen years before we met, I was 4 years old! Matt has now been the best thing in my life for most of what I remember of life. (Matt is also the one who taught me that "most" just means "over half," and not "almost all." So, it sounds weird to me, but I'm going with it. Most of my life! :-))
Thirteen years from now.... Seth will be in college! AHHHHH!!!
Suddenly, I wish it felt like much, much longer ago that Matt and I met in that dorm lobby. Maybe Seth will be meeting his future bride in his dorm lobby in 13 years—November 2024. (She better be the best thing ever. :-))
In a few weeks, Maren will be 1! How is it possible? What a perfect Thanksgiving that will be.
And two days after that, Matt and I will have been married for 9 years. Which almost feels like 10. Which means that when we get to 10, I'll be surprised it's only our 10th anniversary because I'll have been thinking all year that we've been married for a decade. ;-)
November is also when we found out we really were going to have Seth, and when we saw him for the first time—a little pole with a beautifully beating heart. One of the best memories of our life. So, even though he had to be born in yucky Summer (boo! ;-)), our first memories of him are also shrouded in the feel of November....
I love the crispness in the air. I love the smell. I love the feel of November.... It truly is a time of Thanks.
Which is why it's so, so fabulous to me that we have ended up with many great memories in November.
Next week, it will be 13 years since Matt and I met. Thirteen years before we met, I was 4 years old! Matt has now been the best thing in my life for most of what I remember of life. (Matt is also the one who taught me that "most" just means "over half," and not "almost all." So, it sounds weird to me, but I'm going with it. Most of my life! :-))
Thirteen years from now.... Seth will be in college! AHHHHH!!!
Suddenly, I wish it felt like much, much longer ago that Matt and I met in that dorm lobby. Maybe Seth will be meeting his future bride in his dorm lobby in 13 years—November 2024. (She better be the best thing ever. :-))
In a few weeks, Maren will be 1! How is it possible? What a perfect Thanksgiving that will be.
And two days after that, Matt and I will have been married for 9 years. Which almost feels like 10. Which means that when we get to 10, I'll be surprised it's only our 10th anniversary because I'll have been thinking all year that we've been married for a decade. ;-)
November is also when we found out we really were going to have Seth, and when we saw him for the first time—a little pole with a beautifully beating heart. One of the best memories of our life. So, even though he had to be born in yucky Summer (boo! ;-)), our first memories of him are also shrouded in the feel of November....
I love the crispness in the air. I love the smell. I love the feel of November.... It truly is a time of Thanks.
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