Every single morning my husband goes to Starbucks and orders a venti coffee with five sugars and a lot of cream (that's exactly how he says it. A lot of cream.)
For reasons unknown to me, he drives MY car to Starbucks instead of his own.
This really shouldn't bother me because it is so petty and trivial, and technically, it's not only my car. We share ownership of the two cars in our driveway, but one is "his" (the ugly blue Land Rover) and one is "mine" (the sexy red Mini-Van.)
The thing that really annoys me about this whole situation is when I get into my car to leave for work, I have ALL this adjusting to do: the rearview mirror, the position of the seat, the steering wheel location (yes he MOVES THE DAMN STEERING WHEEL TOO!)and the temperature setting (apparently my husband doesn't know it is summertime right now and we live in the desert because he turns the heat up in the car to 80 degrees for a trip to the coffee store that is 3 blocks away.)
Seriously, it is just too much work. Not to mention, I can never seem to get my seat back into the perfect position it was in before he WENT AND MESSED WITH IT.
Would it really be too much to ask for him to just drive his own damn car already?
And because the lovely Jessica challenged us all to show her what's in our makeup bags, who am I to disappoint?
Let's get started:
This is the shelf in my bathroom where I keep most of my makeup stuff. And since I'm showing you this shelf, I might as well tell you about everything on it. (Feel free to scroll down to the good stuff below!)
That Sephora bag sitting on the top is full of samples that I'm currently testing and writing reviews on for my little beauty blog (makeupbag.net).
And then I have some miscellaneous stuff that didn't get put away (solar oil for cuticles, eyeliner pencil sharpener, L'Occitane hand cream) and a picture frame that I got as a gift two years ago and still haven't put a picture in.
Next I have some essentials (Q-tips and cotton balls) and a picture of my first baby (who is now 14) that somehow ended up here months ago (I'm sure my pre-schooler is to blame for that) and never got put away.
This is getting boring.
A Bobbi Brown leather train case and a silver train case that I've had for like ten years, that holds all the makeup that isn't in my regular makeup bag (orange and maroon psychedelic looking bag there.)
Toilet paper! (This is the bathroom after all.)
Let's move on.
These are the makeup brushes that I use every day. I keep them in a glass goblet for easy access (a trick I learned from my sister.) I have brushes by Bobbi Brown, MAC, Laura Mercier, Benefit, and Lancome. If I had to try and put my makeup on without these brushes, I'd probably just go without makeup altogether. They are that essential.
This is the makeup bag that holds my everyday stuff and also the bag that I take with me when I travel (which I do for business at least once a month.) There isn't much in this bag right now because I just got back from an overnight trip and had to pare down on the makeup and make room for my skincare stuff, which, OHMYGOD, we can't go there. I'll have to save that section of my bathroom for another day.
And here's the contents!
A Shu Uemura eyelash curler, Tweezerman tweezers, some cuticle scissors (which I do not use for cutting my cuticles, that's too dangerous! No, these are mostly used for trimming my eyebrows, snipping tags off clothes, and cutting my bangs when I'm desperate.)
Smashbox Photofinish Primer with SPF (if you haven't tried this product, you must!) a few eyeshadows by Bobbi Brown, Stila and Chanel. A mascara, some lip gloss, powder, concealer, cream blush (the best!) and Nars powder blush in Orgasm (I'm guilty of not being able to get over this trend. I ADORE this blush.) And a few other essentials (Benefit eyebrow kit, La Mer moisturizer.)
In these train cases, I keep all the extra stuff that's waiting in the wings for its turn in Lassa's Makeup Rotation.
Also, I keep false eyelashes and other products that I only use on special occasions in here as well.
Here we have lots of eyeshadows by Nars, MAC, Bobbi Brown, Chanel and Stila. Bronzers, blushers, foundation, concealers and powders. A big powder brush that I never use. False eyelashes that I love to play with, mostly putting them on my daughtersfor fun.
Last but not least we have the little makeup bag that I keep in my purse (it matches!). In here I keep blotting tissues so I don't look like a greasy fry cook, lots of lipgloss, some cuticle oil, a nail file, a hair tie, some mints (these are from Victoria's Secret and are shaped like little lips and are so adorable!) and some face powder.
Also, I have a little container for ibuprofen. Nothing like being stuck at a volleyball game with a big fat headache and no pills to pop.
I usually don't carry eyeshadow in here, but I just got this MAC palette yesterday with their new fall colors, and I'm carrying it around because it's so pretty.
FMW's Friend (Also Age 14): URRUGHHHHH! I am just SOOOO mad at Logan right now!
FMW: Awwwww, I'm sorry. What did he do to you?
Friend: I've tried to call him like six times today, and FINALLY he picks up and he's all, "Sorry I couldn't answer my phone earlier, it's just that I'm working right now and I can't answer or I'll get behind on this lawn. I've got two more yards to do and then I'll call you, okay?"
FMW: ARE YOU KIDDING?! He wouldn't talk to you! What did you say to him?
Friend: I was all, "Just forget it, I'll talk to you later." And then I hung up. Can you believe that? What is he talking about "I can't answer or I'll get behind on this lawn?" How hard is it to push a lawn mower with one hand and talk on the phone with another?
FMW: EXACTLY! It's called MULTI-TASKING...
Friend: Obviously he doesn't like me anymore. I AM SOOOOOO MAD!
FMW: If he was MY boyfriend, he would be SOOOO DONE. HOW RUDE!
When my older girls were little, I was one of those annoying mothers that let her children go out in public looking like orphans.
It wasn't because I was lazy or they didn't have clean clothes, it really all boiled down to them having very distinct opinions about what they wanted to wear.
My oldest daughter would stand in front of our full-length mirror at age three and admire herself.
"I look so pretty in this dress. I am pretty, huh Mommy?"
I never had the heart to tell her that the striped knee high socks she had on with her black patent-leather shoes (a gift- eek!) didn't look quite right with the strappy floral sundress she was wearing. Instead, I would agree, "Oh yes. You are the prettiest girl I know."
At first I would try to coax her out of one outfit into another, but she wasn't having any of it. Why would she change out of her beautiful purple tights when they looked so pretty with her ladybug print shirt and green shorts?
And the way she pranced around with her head held high, knowing just how AWESOME she looked, I really had no business telling her otherwise. After all, it was just my opinion, right?
Later on, when the girls entered gradeschool and continued to compliment themselves at the full-length mirror, twirling around and smiling at their reflections, my husband would squirm and ask me in a hushed voice if I thought it was normal for them to be in love with their looks, and shouldn't we put a stop to it because they're going to be so conceited! So full of themselves! Stuck-up!
I didn't see it that way at all. I loved that my girls could stand in front of a mirror and admire themselves with mismatched socks, messy hair, and dirt on their faces. I loved that they could be individuals and show their own style with their clashing outfits, but most of all, I loved that I was able to look past all of it and walk out the door with them in public.
Sure, I got some stares and whispers from those perfect mothers that fixed their daughters' hair into perfect braids each day, but whatever. I felt I was doing my part to help build my children's self-esteem.
Fast forward several years and add another girl to the mix.
My older daughters are still very opinionated about what they will (Abercrombie & Hollister) and will not (anything other than Abercrombie or Hollister) wear, but now that they are going into 8th & 9th grade, I no longer have to worry about them walking out of the house with mismatched socks.
No, it's not my older girls that I'm worried about at this point.
It's my four year old.
Unfortunately for her, she has two very fashion conscious big sisters that do not like the idea of her wearing pajamas to the grocery store. When I try to remind them that they were given freedom to express themselves with clothes when they were age four, they look at me in horror and beg me to burn all the incriminating photos of them. And then threaten to do it themselves if I don't.
So now, when Janey gets dressed, instead of twirling around in front of the mirror admiring her self and her outfit, she runs to one of her sisters for approval. Which usually means they switch her up a few times until they're satisfied with every aspect of the outfit, accessories included.
And she gets to walk out of the house looking like this.