#OnTheGoPix Edition II
#MOTD of Mom in Mascara = #OnTheGoPix... take a peek below for Edition II.
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More coffee, more looks on the go. Today was fresh eyeliner, dirty hair, and my new ColourPop Lippie Stix in Tickler.
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On the way to a girls dinner, I spiced up my cheek game with Becca Mineral Blush in Lantana. It's both dark and bright, and punches up regular orange with richness. And apparently it is flattering to every skin tone, according to one of my gurus, Wayne Goss.
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Unfortunately because of my selfie angle, it looks like I'm wearing nothing but borrowed Gellner pearls (thanks mom!) but I did have on a strapless dress - promise. For the Rock Out For The Cure benefit, I did a major lip courtesy of NYX Soft Matte Lip Cream in Paris, and a big but soft-edged (and somehow still sharp?) winged line using Urban Decay 24/7 Velvet Eye Pencil in Black Velvet.
Until Edition III...
Xx, Mom in Mascara
My skin was smoother than life in a week. So I went back for more. Which is why I look like a dartboard this week. Check with me in a few days.
Sometimes our vain or handsy self gets a grip on our heart. Greed is a nauseating and nasty (yet altogether naturally occasional) vice. But as a wise woman once said, “remember all those women on The Titanic who waved off the dessert cart.”
Jasmine Swann, a self-characterized "clean beauty junkie with a dirty past" has a special meaning of love too. Of course, hers isn't easy either.
Gifts are symbolic and it's in our human DNA to want to share with people we love. Psychologically speaking, gift giving is a deeply natural way of forming bonds.
Don nary a bracelet nor necklace... but enrobe your life in gemstones nonetheless (without the new-agey bull-crud).
Pretty girl gets a grown-up, natural bridal makeup transformation from Mom In Mascara.
beautyblender: I still really love you, but lowercase is soo goop circa 2008.
Forcing another person to do virtually anything is generally indicative of malice. Unless mom is forcing you to eat your veggies. (Also, an appearance by Brandi Glanville.)
The face cream was... well, really and truly, thickly, abundantly black. Strangely black. It was ambiguous in its inexplicably. It was wonderfully luxurious, and inexorably mysterious, but just too expensive for what you're really getting.