I’m not, by nature, a bandwagon-hopper. In fact, I’m pretty much a Bandwagon Avoider.
A Bandwagon Run-As-Fast-As-You-Can-In-The-Opposite-Direction type, if truth be told.
But on Friday, circa 5:30 pm my time, when I saw the CNN ticker scrolling on a nearby TV screen about the terrorism unfolding in Paris, I promptly started to cry.
We were in a booth in the bar area of our local Outback Steakhouse (boo hiss…it’s one of Hubby’s carnivore haunts), and there was a bank of televisions. And even though the sound was off, and my eyes are terrible…
I just knew.
I knew that something really awful was happening, and that it would mark a turning point for La République – and possibly the rest of the world.
As perhaps the world’s most annoying Francophile, I make no bones about the fact that Paris is my all-time fave city. I’ve visited 20+ times (I’ve lost track of the precise count, but I know it’s hovering near 25), and we plan to take the Wee Lass there next summer.
I was also “stranded” in the stunning City of Light during 9/11, which I’ve blogged about before. After nearly a week of nail-biter days, a handful of my work colleagues and I – we were attending a multi-day L’Oréal congrès – were able to get flights out to Montreal, and then we took car service down from Canada to New York.
As the site of so many memories (good, bad and sideways), that town owns a chunk of my heart.
So it is with much bubble-headed Mommy Barbie shame that I now segue to today’s super-duper-important topic: How none of my go-to foundations are cutting it anymore.
One day last week – I forget where I was going, but I wanted to look extra-polished – I thought: Let’s break out some actual grown-up makeup for a change!
It’s very casual down here in FLA – and my life is not nearly as glam as it was in Gotham – so BB and CC creams and tinted moisturizers are more my jam lately than full-on foundation.
Sidebar 1: Here are the BBs, CCs and tinted moisturizers I currently have in rotation:
Sidebar 2: That’s a lot, right? So much for minimalism!
When I decided to bump up from one of these light, breezy formulas to one offering more coverage, I dragged out my Marc Jacobs Beauty Marvelous Mousse Transformative Foundation, which I have in two shades, Ivory Medium and Bisque Medium.
Whipping out a foundation brush, I started dabbing. “Oooh, this is looking a little ghoulish,” I thought. Dab dab dab. “OMG, I’m like a cadaver.” Dab dab dab. “Okay, clearly this isn’t working. I’m scrubbing this shite off right now.”
And into the trash they went. (Please, I don’t have two copies of “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up” for nothing! I know I shouldn’t hoard!)
Although I wear sunscreen on my face on a – cough, cough – regular basis, I guess I’m getting more rays than I realized. I’m obviously not a fair maiden anymore, chained to my desk in Manhattan, barely – and rarely – seeing the light of day.
Nope, I’m pretty outdoorsy now – what with all the tennis, the walking the Wee Lass to and fro school, the jogging my big, fat — around lovely Snell Isle. I’m just not as ghostly pale anymore.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing. Or a not-good thing.
And on that note…