More coffee, more looks on the go. Fresh eyeliner, dirty hair.
Photo: David Stingle
Hi and welcome.
Your cateye looks good.
Photo: David Stingle
We put jewelry on our bodies to show others what we believe to be beautiful, what we have found in the world, and what makes us tick and smile.
"I can't breathe."
"Really? Why??"
"I got this shipment of makeup. I am literally too excited to breathe in rhythm."
The stones in this particular piece were bold, luminous and magnetic. They were teal, cerulean, seafoam and pearl all at once.
For some of the best lip swatches around, and looks that often accompany a YouTube tutorial, see this IG.
It was an uber-natural look for a "full-face makeup person," but I just had to mark it with a gigantic cat-eye. Gotta do me. (Isn't that why he married me?)
There are two of you now: your city self, and your suburban self.
It's a giant bowl of tiny cards listing visitors' favorite spaces, and an Instagram account chronicling every single solitary one.
Is saying “darling, I paid for these” the small price we pay for being the gutsy ones? Or is the sacrifice spent on a smidgeon of frank forgery all too baldly apparent, as when my bobbypinning went batty and separated my Simpson from my Stephie?
