bareMinerals Foundation

I was not expecting my skin to react so quickly to the weather change.

I thought I’d have a couple of weeks before I had to do anything different with my skin care routine.  Umm, no.  My skin (and my scalp) were immediately like get it together.

So I bought a bunch of lotions and expanded my Origins skin care collection (I’ll do a haul or a separate post about those products). Then I wandered into a massive Boots store and found this BareMinerals foundation.


I’m in love.

As I told the lovely woman who helped me choose the right foundation, I don’t normally wear foundation.  Usually, I only wear a tinted moisturizer and save the foundation for special occasions.  The friendly Boots employee gently informed me that due to the fact that London doesn’t have that lovely Los Angeles sunshine I’d gotten so accustomed to I would have to step up my makeup game if I still wanted my skin to have the appearance of brightness.

She tried a couple of different products on my skin.  Some were too light.  Some too dark.  Finally we decided the bareMinerals Ready SPF 20 Foundation in R470 was the best match.


I’m definitely in love.

And it’s opened me up to a whole new area of makeup that Ive been avoiding for years.  I’m looking forward to putting my Bobbi Brown foundation stick to more use.  For now I’m getting cozy with this Bare Minerals.

BareMinerals Foundation

I think it will go nicely with my Bare Minerals concealer as well.


I Want Beauty

An old boyfriend made the mistake of telling me I was awesome because I was “low maintenance,” “fun to be around,” and “like a dude with boobs.”  He said it was so cool because I was his best friend that he could make out with.

I took it as a compliment.

I was a teenager and I wanted boys to like me and this was a huge compliment.  Because it meant I wasn’t a boring girlfriend.  I wasn’t a nag.  I wasn’t high maintenance.  If I was fun to be around and it was like hanging out with your best friend then a guy wouldn’t feel like he was missing out on something when he was with me instead of his bros, right?  And if all of those things were true then I wouldn’t be the girl who got dumped.  Right?

Right.  Sort of.

To this day, I’m pretty fun to hang out with.  I drink beer.  I love going to sports bars and playing beer pong.  I love playing video games.  Yeah I’m pretty cool.  But being cool has never saved me from heartache.  So…there goes that theory.

The problem is I totally took the whole “low maintenance” thing to heart.  I never really got into make-up or hair.  I didn’t want to come across as “too girly.”  And that totally bit me in the ass as I got older since it meant not having much in common with other girls and not really knowing how to dress.  Like, I’m seriously watching beauty blogs to figure this stuff out.

I let myself go.  Once I got the boyfriend (and I’ve never really had trouble in that department. I’ve been loved.  I am loved.  I feel blessed.) I just sort of threw in the towel.  I thought, “Oh my natural beauty is what he loves.”  And I’m sure that’s true.  But I’m not a teenager anymore and it now takes work to get this “natural beauty.”

I’m never going to be the girl who takes 5 hours to get ready.  I don’t need to put on fake eyelashes (unless it’s for a sketch) or pencil in my eyebrows or learn how to do Halle Berry inspired make up.  I like to dress in comfortable clothes and I fear it’s too late for me to learn to walk in heels.  But I do want to step up my game a bit.

I was wrong to deny myself make-up and other things “girly”  just to impress a boy (boys).  I was silly.  I never would’ve admitted it back then but I can admit it now:  I want what most women want.  I want to be beautiful.

I want to work out and get nice lean muscles and sexy abs.  I want to show off those muscles and abs in sexy clothes and I want to accentuate all of that with sexy hair and make-up.

And if that makes me “high maintenance” so be it.

Geez.  What the hell do teenage boys know about maintenance anyway.  I cannot believe I listened to them.  Because seriously, the second we stop “maintaining” is when they start complaining.  (Nice!  I rhymed).

Happy Halloween!