I have loved makeup since I was at least 5 years old. And hair. On my 5th birthday, my parents drove my birthday party ( a few of us girls in a big, copper van (Ford or Chrysler, I think), to Island Park in beauty-ful Blossburg. I remember sitting on the floor of that van holding onto the ringleted pigtails of my brand-new Lemon Meringue Doll ( you know, partner in crime to Strawberry Shortcake?) My mom still refuses to believe that I did it all by myself, but I split each pigtail into 3 strands and started braiding. Yes, for real. Not too much later, my mom gave me a few choice pieces from her castoff makeup collection. A glorious Revlon frosted blue shadow, minus the cover, and a red lipstick, also without a top. The lipstick had a slightly off taste and to this day I still refuse to toss decades old lip color with that 'flavor!' OK, I've gotten better, but my makeup is truly a collection. A life in color, memory by memory. I can remember when and where I've purchased or received each piece, to the holiday, if not to the month. I do have a slightly creepy memory, if you ask my friends and family, but makeup just really speaks to me, my senses. I think I may be addicted.
Not that I can't stop myself. I am frugal in now that I'm in my motherhood age! I am super-selective in what I do buy. And I research everything. Find ways to try things...imagine things...If I want something bad enough, I wait until Christmas, my birthday or another pocket of "I really need this" money, and get it. Makeup and hair have become rituals, therapy and a successful hobby-turned-career for me. I love it and I don't care who knows.
My name is Lindsay and I am a beauty addict. And I like it!!!
Highlights and Clinique Almost Lipstick, Black Honey,