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I heart my MAC....
no, I didn't get a new computer.
When I start saying "MAC" in happy tones, I'm probably talking about Makeup Art Cosmetics, a rather expensive brand of makeup an old housemate got me hooked on in college.
When the MAC store on Union Street in San Francisco first opened, I splurged and bought myself a makeup lesson. Today I revisited that lesson for the first time in, uh, eight years or so.
(if you clicked on that cut tag, you get what you deserve. You realize this entire post is going to be about makeup, right?)
I haven't applied makeup for anything other than whimsy since I got my second tech job in 1996ish.
There are some things that are still true:
"Vapour" is the coolest color, ever. It's a pale peach with lavender iridescence.
"Shag" is the coolest color name, ever, and it's not a bad color, either. The person who gave me the lesson told me a cute story about when she was working at a MAC counter (probably in Nordstrom) some time after they started selling it, when a british woman came in and asked if they had a color called "Fuck."
Sometimes I really can pick good colors. I bought "Sketch", a deep plummy charcoal, some time between that lesson and today, and it's still my favorite eyeliner. I wish I could find the orange-ish and brown-ish lipsticks I bought at the time of the lesson; one of them I picked out and the other the saleslady picked out and I liked both of them. On the other hand, I think I'm wanting to wear something more fun than brown.
On the new-colors front, I've got..."Cute" and "Chapeaux" which are the pinkest makeup-related things I've bought since high school.
But now that I've played with all these things, I wanna layer on over a whole mess of sparkle and black and wheeee! because, well, normal makeup is boring. :)
When I start saying "MAC" in happy tones, I'm probably talking about Makeup Art Cosmetics, a rather expensive brand of makeup an old housemate got me hooked on in college.
When the MAC store on Union Street in San Francisco first opened, I splurged and bought myself a makeup lesson. Today I revisited that lesson for the first time in, uh, eight years or so.
(if you clicked on that cut tag, you get what you deserve. You realize this entire post is going to be about makeup, right?)
I haven't applied makeup for anything other than whimsy since I got my second tech job in 1996ish.
There are some things that are still true:
"Vapour" is the coolest color, ever. It's a pale peach with lavender iridescence.
"Shag" is the coolest color name, ever, and it's not a bad color, either. The person who gave me the lesson told me a cute story about when she was working at a MAC counter (probably in Nordstrom) some time after they started selling it, when a british woman came in and asked if they had a color called "Fuck."
Sometimes I really can pick good colors. I bought "Sketch", a deep plummy charcoal, some time between that lesson and today, and it's still my favorite eyeliner. I wish I could find the orange-ish and brown-ish lipsticks I bought at the time of the lesson; one of them I picked out and the other the saleslady picked out and I liked both of them. On the other hand, I think I'm wanting to wear something more fun than brown.
On the new-colors front, I've got..."Cute" and "Chapeaux" which are the pinkest makeup-related things I've bought since high school.
But now that I've played with all these things, I wanna layer on over a whole mess of sparkle and black and wheeee! because, well, normal makeup is boring. :)