Made it through the storm OK.
Hope you did too.
Now we’ve got this awful election to get through.
When my wonderful(ish) Representative, Maurice Hinchey, retired, my district was gerrymandered all to fuck (maybe that happened before he retired, I dunno), and now it looks like a terrible Tea Partier is going to be our rep, instead of the milqueiest of milquetoasty Democrats (who I’ll be voting for!!! Can you even believe it!), Julian Schreibman.
This is not good. I so loved my little liberal enclave.
So there’s that, and the horrific storm.
On the other hand, my hair looked really good today.
Here’s some stuff about stuff like that.
I’m going to try to keep this spoiler-free, BUT in this season’s Project Runway (and can we have a moment here just to talk about how awesome Sonjia was?? Damn I loved her. So cute and spunky and energetic. Now that the season is over I’m just following her blog, which is really fun too. And her Etsy shop. Could I rock something like this, I wonder? It would be good for work…hmm. Every PR season I have an intense girlcrush on someone. Last season I would have given anything to be Anya. Oh Anya! Style icon for LIFE. Who cares about the dumb sex scandal! The season before that it was that Portland girl. And this season I just wanted to spend every day for the rest of my life with Sonjia—her expressions, her little dances, her lack of trash-talk, her jean jackets.)…so, anyway, in this season of PR someone did a thing that involved something that the hair stylist people called a “French Twist Faux Hawk.” And that is what it was. And ever since my life has revolved around doing something similar. The internet has helped, as it does, with this handy tutorial.
I haven’t had a chance to actually work on doing it just yet, but let me tell you something, blog: I am already kind of fucking amazing at the French Twist, OK?
So I’m pretty confident I shall soon be faux-hawking it with the best of them.
Don’t believe me?
I got a new coat too, yep. It was a trade with Leanne, yep. It’s AMAZING.
(The only reason I don’t look happy is because half of NYC is underwater and it was raining a cold rain on me as this photo was being taken.)
Oh wait, one more girly thing. MAKEUP.
I like it.
It comes in these pretty little tubes and jars and pots, and it’s fun to screw around with when your boyfriend gets up later than you do but you have to wait for him because you work together (late sleeper + early riser who itches to get to work ASAP = makeup fills a morning void and keeps me sane).
I believe I’ve written about how I want to do a little cat-eye situation here before, no? I’m fairly bad at it, and if the French Twist has taught me anything it’s that practice makes perfect. So Jane Iredale was having a Halloween sale on some cat eye makeup supplies, and I like Jane Iredale because their stuff is made of good ingredients and it lists what’s vegan and it isn’t tested on animals and the photos on their site are sometimes of people of color,* so I checked out their blog post on how to make a nice cat eye.
WHAT THE CRAP!! DID YOU CLICK THE LINK?
Click the link!
Seven products, six brushes (some of those brushes ain’t vegan!), and 14 steps? My god, I don’t want to be a girl that bad. And is that even a cat eye?? To my mind, this is a cat eye. But that blog, too, is filled with myriad steps I know I’d never have the patience for and words I don’t understand, like “waterline” and “the crease.” All I do to make a cat eye is swipe some liquid eye liner into a little comma on my eyes. Then I go outside and my naturally watery eyes make it smear by the time I get to work two minutes later, because no matter how cloudy it is outside, when I leave the house I get teary eyed by the light, which, I’m just realizing right now, maybe is strange. So then I go into the bathroom at work and reapply the commas until Maresa says I look decent enough for the day, then in an hour she politely informs me that I’ve rubbed my eye without realizing it (real sanitary) and the comma has slid down my face. Thank god for friends.
Until the world ends, I suppose we can take comfort in things like amazing coats and well-done hair and the excitement of practicing new makeup looks, no?
*It costs a trillion times more than drug store makeup, but my chocolates cost a million times more than Whitman’s Samplers, so I figure turnabout is fair play.