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I use a wicker basket container for all my make-up and hair products. I found this cute little pot in a consignment shop on Friday and it's just perfect for my make-up brushes! What a bargain for $2.40! Sure beats having them roll around in the drawer.
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It is just a rushed picture today, taken during my "morning" routine. (More like afternoon)
Anyways, I have that stupid look on my face because I was laughing at the fact that I'm in my underwear and a tank top, and really (though you may not believe it) I'm a fairly modest girl.
Also, I love that mirror to death, but it's hopelessly scratched and scuffed... so that explains the imperfections on the surface! I actually DID clean it for this shot...
Off to my first day at work (well... it doesn't really count as a "day"... it's 2 hours!)
Song of the Day - Radiohead - Electioneering
"When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet.
When I go forwards you go backwards
and somewhere we will meet. "
My sister’s paint brushes on the left and my makeup brushes on the right.
Her brushes look cooler lol.
Also posted on artfulpanda.
When I get down, I go to my makeup for consolation.
Why? I've been hermity. I don't really want to leave the house, see my friends, hang out... Blah blah blah. I've become increasingly comforted by staying home. This isn't me. It won't be me forever. But it is for the time being.
I take short rides, just to get out of the house. But increased meds now make me even more sluggish. I'm not liking it very much- the sensation is extreme exhaustion coupled with feeling like I'm underwater.
Loud sounds bother me.
Loud volume, I'm so sensitive to.
I'm so tired I can't sleep.
But... One of these brushes is small.
Once dipped in powder, it covers the black and blue moons under my eyes.
I get swipes of color with a large brush.
Shocks of bright color with another.
Touch up, yet another.
My brushes create magic.
My eyes.
Eye shadows in all different colors.
I create beautiful looks. At least, friends tell me it's beautiful.
They console me, because each time I touch a brush- I'm creating art on my eyes. Sometimes my sister. Soon, friends.
The brush takes away a little of the pain.
I can paint outrageous colors and designs on my eyes.
And it brings me a little happiness.
A lot of color. A shock of it.
It's created by my hands.
Somewhere... Over the rainbow...