*next up - my craft project that I am REALLY excited about, but I've bumped this post so many times I decided to finally share it.
Imagine: I'm on the phone in my study talking to Delilah, Coach pulls into the garage in the minivan. I realize that I haven't made Delilah laugh in a bit. The other end is silent. Something is definitely wrong, because Delilah is my built in laugh-track, confidence-boosting friend. She laughs at my material, people. Often a few days before you read it here.
In fact, on Wednesday I told her at least two stories followed by: I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVEN'T BLOGGED ABOUT THAT YET. I have much to say, much.
Anyway, Coach ends up chatting with Delilah from the minivan because my call jumps there since my phone is linked to it. I call Delilah back a few minutes later and we have a laugh about how long I talked to myself before I realized that she was conversing with Coach in the garage.
It's happened a million times, and yet - I'm stumped EVERY.TIME.
The best Bluetooth mishap of years ago: I called my mom from a car GW, no Bluetooth. She was driving next to me My call was grabbed by Coach in the minivan, who was driving behind me. My mom was so confused after talking to me for a minute before bouncing to Coach. She didn't understand technology and this further confused her.
MAKE-UP: I don't wear much makeup. (I can't read this line without singing: I DON'T HAVE MUCH MONEY, BUT IF I DID, I'D BUY A BIG HOUSE WHERE WE BOTH CAN LIVE.- totally unrelated, but it just keeps happening).
Sometimes I wear a little blush in the winter, since I tan a little in the summer (people who know me are raising their eyebrows: A LITTLE?). I stopped wearing mascara during the pandemic and I've only started to wear it again occasionally. I do wear lipstick, always the same shade. ALWAYS.
130 Revlon. Rose Velvet.
When the Irish dancing teachers sent out an inventory of makeup that the girls needed to wear at competitions, a teenage Ulta employee acted as my personal shopper.
|My shopping text to Tank.|
Only the essentials.
So. . . I asked Tank to buy me a blush when he was running to the store before he left for Ireland. He eyerolled, but he did it. I also asked for a new lipstick, because the one and only that I have was lost (inside my messy wristlet) for a day and I panicked, worrying that I wouldn't remember the color 'Rose Velvet' if it was actually lost. I wanted a back up lipstick.
He bought both, but scolded me for wearing a blush labeled 'naughty nude'. He was shocked that my makeup cost like $20. Oh, Tank, if only you grasped how much an average woman spends on makeup. I spend $20 every 2-5 years.
*I make up for it on winter coat shopping and Fly London shoe buying habits. Hey, to each his own, right?* (get it: 'MAKE UP' FOR IT)
|New blush with no brush,|
before it was dropped,
and bits of blush with the
Good thing I didn't throw the remnant blush away though. The new blush didn't come with a brush. This may shock you, but I don't own a single makeup brush aside from what comes in the little Revlon package.
*I'd like to report that no makeup was hurt in the making of this post, but sadly when I ran upstairs to take a few pics for my wardrobe post, which was initially combined with this makeup one, I knocked my brand new blush that should last me at least 5 years off of the counter and onto the floor. It's fine. A little crumbly, and a corner broke off of it. It's fine, but now kind of messy. Every time I use it, blush scatters all over my countertop.
My girls don't wear much makeup. Now that she's at college, Mini wears it when she goes out.
You know what else my girls are wearing? Pajama bottoms. It's like Mini became an influencer somewhere along the line without realizing it. How lucky is she that this trend popped up in her lifetime, because the girl is meant to live in pajama bottoms. Curly has embraced it too. They are so happy that it is now socially acceptable to wear pajama bottoms in public.
Mini came to many of the b-ball games over Christmas break. She wore pajama bottoms one day. The next day she tried to wear the EXACT same pair. I put my foot down.
Me: If you're gonna attend, I'll insist that you not wear the SAME pair of PJ bottoms that you wore yesterday. Let's have some standards, shall we?
She said she had nothing else clean. Um, those aren't clean either since you wore them yesterday. All.Day.
Old Navy pajama bottoms come in long lengths and that was a thrill for my tall girls. What was not a thrill was discovering that they shrink really easily. Mini mistakenly put her fav pair in the wrong laundry basket and they were washed in warm water.
|Curly's first time wearing her new shoes.|
The first time Curly wore them, she asked me: WAIT, WILL THESE CREASE WHEN I WALK?
Well, what is the alternative, my dear?
We chuckled while we watched Curly try to walk into the b-ball game at Ed's college back in January without creasing her shoes.
Pajamas you don't sleep in and shoes you barely walk in. Is it me?
*When I get back from Ireland, I'll have an update on how I actually purchased a new blush because I wanted the free mini-brush and how that worked out for me. Get excited.