Here are my random thoughts as of today. Weekends sure get the best of me as my idle mind wanders free.
About collecting makeup
People who collect things often earn my respect because I know that collecting entails diligence, patience, and most of all, passion. A person with el passion burning in his/her heart would surely know where to find happiness, and channel their emotions when things go wrong.
I see my friends collect a wide assortment of books, Coke bottles and cans from all over the world and across time, stamps, and even designer watches. They are carefully housed, and kept, to stand the test of time, to be passed on to their children, grandchildren, and so forth. As for me, I’ve always wanted to collect something that describes me, and what I really love.
..and I just realized, that my current stash of makeup can be considered a collection! Only that, I don’t really buy my makeup for the sake of having a collection, I just find myself buying whatever colors, textures, and finishes I really like, and I just like them “hanging around” my room, ready when I need them. It’s really therapeutic to have some makeup around, since you can always reach for them when you feel that you need a confidence boost, or whenever you feel creative. Overall, doing makeup is a happy pill for me.
What about collecting and passing them on to my grandchildren? I certainly couldn’t. Makeup have shelf lives that only last half a decade max! I guess I must take a pretty picture of my collection by the end of the year to immortalize them. Save the containers? Have the brushes bronzed like baby shoes? ( Such insane thoughts. ) Hahaha, then , I guess, by the time I get old, I can show my grandchildren of photographs of my wonderful lipgloss and mineral makeup that would probably look obsolete by their time. Haha. I can only imagine what products would be offered in the market by that time. They must be simply “out of this world”!
So, I guess, I’m happy now. Little boys collect toy cars, little girls collect adorable Barbies, men collect guns, and Rolex’s, and for me, makeup, is my collecion. I’ve found my place in the sun.
Wanting to be a makeup artist.
I remember my mom who owned a parlor way back in the 1980s, but closed down after a few years to focus on raising us. She would always tell me that she wished that her parlor had a great makeup artist. Well, little that she know that her daughter who loved to read travel books, and swim when she was small would eventually have a passionate fondness for makeup the moment she hit her teens.
I’ve always been awed by the creative makeup done on magazines, and dreamed that one day, I would be able to do something like that. My absolute waterloo is eye makeup - I just couldn’t perfect it. But I have never given up on that - I practiced, practiced, and practice. Heck, what’s the use of having four younger siblings? (Hint: models to practice on? Haha!)
I’ve also offered doing makeovers for my friends, and applying their makeup whenever we would attend parties. I’ve found that this was my happiness.
Last night, I have perfected a full makeup look on my sister for the debut party she was attending. After countless “erasures”, I’ve finally made her chinky eyes pop out, with the challenging task of using pink eyeshadow ( it makes eyes smaller ) and eyeliner ( to counter the effect ). With her transformation from teenager to a blossiming lady, I am simply convinced that makeup can do wonders for people. I am no expert ( at all ), but my love for it makes me push myself to do it better and better everytime.
I’ve always wanted to study makeup, but unfortunately, I am working in another industry that requires more “boyishness”. Machines, computers, plates, ahhh, they really challenge me alot, and I like it, but I can’t simply deny my vain nature. Give it a few years, and I just might try to fulfill my dream for self-actualization. Can I just walk away and pursue what I truly love? Only time can tell.
Anyway, enough about my weird thoughts. Here’s another set of unusual thoughts I’ve come up with, perhaps, I can write a “Chicken Soup for the Vain Soul” one day? Hahaha!
Vain Quotes from moi :
“Your makeup collection are like good friends. They are always there for you no matter what, to help, and make you feel great.”
“Makeup, is just like life. Makeup does not last forever, and our lives are short. The most we can do with our life, is make the most we can, out of it, to say that we have never regretted a single moment. With makeup, use them, maximize them when they’re still useful - to say that we were happy when they lasted.”
“Do not be afraid to love, and be creative with makeup. Happiness can be found in the weirdest places, and if it is your happy place, do not care how people find you unusual.”
My Beautynomist thought.
“Saving does not necessarily mean preferring rock-bottom priced products. When you buy something expensive that can’t be compared to any other products, then you have saved alot of “opportunity costs” from trying tons of brands that would pretty much eat up your budget. How much does it cost to have damaged skin repaired? Probably more than the product you chose to scrimp on.”
I so have tons of bottled thoughts about it,but let’s save it for next weekend! Okay, thanks for bearing with my weekend blues! This was insane. I will be functioning well tomorrow! Hahaha!
Love, Juliet
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Thanks for your thoughts.
A nice read on a lazy Sunday afternoon!
I know how you feel…I feel like my collection is in my closet - clothes and handbags. I mean, how many outfits do I really need and how often do I really change my handbag? How soon do I forget all of this when I see something new. I guess that’s life as a woman. =)