I was getting ready for a weekend outing this past Sunday… and in a rush to get out the door, I laid out all of my makeup necessities out on the bathroom counter. And when I was done, I audibly sighed. My college self would giggle at the bland colors of neutral I had laid out.
Just weeks prior, I had delighted in glee over my acquisition of the Urban Decay Naked Basics Palette palate. “So practical & perfect!” And this day, I just suddenly realized how much it was taking to just get to an even toned normal self. Not fun and wild-purple-eyeshadow Kim. Just a Kim who would be fine having her photo taken.
When did going to Sephora stop being fun and start being a necessary step in looking awake and alive? Or rather, when did I change my makeup priorities from wild and fun to just plain ‘ol everyday stuff?
Don’t get me wrong. I can’t bear to throw out my MAC body glitter (and maybe, just maybe, I used some at Mr. M’s Christmas party) no matter how hard I try. But my desire to try the latest pinterest eye makeup tutorial just isn’t there. Then again, I’m not painting my nails in crazy patterns either.
I think I need a makeup intervention before I get too old and grumpy… because my temptation to visit the Bobbi Brown counter is overwhelming vs. the MAC stations… or is this just how this whole thing goes?