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Hi all! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get back in the saddle, but, well, it just has. It was a very tough 6 months leading up to February 21, and it's been a tough 6 weeks since, but I'm finally ready to get back to writing about what I enjoy the most (aside from my family and friends, of course!)...makeup and skincare!
This month, I'll probably be focusing on getting out 3 entries per week, hopefully building up to 4 or 5 within a few weeks.
Before we officially get started, I thought I'd share with you one of my other shopping weaknesses: shoes. Turns out for me, grief equated to buying an irrational number of new shoes, many of which I will probably never wear (and one pair which has already led to a very embarrassing public ass-busting, even for me, the girl who never leaves the house in heels less than 3 inches high). Sigh...
Enjoy the pics, and let me know what you think...more on my normal lotions and potions in the next day or so!
For the record, for all I know about brands of cosmetics and skincare, I'm fairly clueless about shoe brands...I just know what I like and get it while it's on sale...so don't be looking for the highest-end names here!
These are my favorite boots of the season. They're from Bisou Bisou and for those of you out there who are vegan, they are from all man-made materials, but look great close-up. They're actually quite comfy all things considered, although I can't wear them shopping the way I can similar boots in my closet.
Above you will see a lovely little pair from Baker's...what my husband affectionately refers to as my "S&M" shoes. I prefer to think of them as having more of a "biker chick-meets-combat" vibe, but whatever keeps the hubby happy. I love these shoes, and they look great with jeans. That being said, they are the infamous ass-busting pair. I have plenty of shoes this high and have no problem wearing them, but something about the tilt of these KILLS me. Can't walk in them unless it's on totally flat, unimpeded land. Hence, the fall I took on the steps outside my front door. In. front. of. my. daughter's. friend's. mom. Who's very conservative and thought it was pretty hilarious that I crashed and burned in shoes she was scandalized by in the first place. It was a lovely afternoon.
The above pair is one of the few sane purchases I've made recently. Major score, too---they're Guess?, all leather uppers, and I got them for $36 at Ross (which you should really check out if you have a shoe issue like I do). These are really comfy and wear well all day long. Plus, I don't offend my fellow PTA moms when I wear them!!!
These Vera Wang sandals were a steal, and will be my go-to dressy evening sandals this summer. Truth be told, I bought them for the stitch detail and the cute emblem on the sole of the shoe!
Yep...I have a problem.
Finally, there's the "total break from reality" pair of shoes. When I bought these BCBG Generation shoes, they were on sale at Macy's for 60% off and I had my enabler/daughter with me pushing me to get them. She's 10. Okay, so her opinion, while valid on many things, may not be the best for me when shoe shopping. She has great taste, don't get me wrong...but I should have known I was in over my head when I was stalking back and forth in them and she smiled and said "Mom, you're going to be just like Madonna! You're going to be, like, 50 years old and wearing the coolest clothes!"
Because, see, I'm NOT Madonna. I look good for 41, but not Madonna-good. And at the end of the day, who in God's name can actually pull off half the stuff Madonna pulls off anyway? Really?
So here they are. Prepare to be amazed.
Yes, my 41-year-old self bought these shoes. They have silver studs and 1" platforms and 5" heels. Now don't get me wrong, they're great shoes. I love them, personally. I'd love to wear them to a club with a hot little dress and dance the night away. IF I WAS STILL 25. Sadly, I am NOT still 25. Thankfully, I realize that. I haven't relegated myself to wearing fluorescent pink lipstick or large floral print tops yet, but still...ya gotta accept things for what they are sometimes, right? And the shoes, despite their awesomeness, will not make it out the door on my feet. Luckily I work with a 25-year-old who is just my size who is willing to take them off my hands--and has promised to text me pictures of the club they visit together.