no, let's talk about those teeny tiny minutia of projects that start to get under your skin until, with or without mms, you are up at 3 am concocting elaborate plans for world domination. what?! you don't do this?! ok, judge me not, but my makeup bag has been driving me batty for weeks. here's the offender:
(does it look to anyone else like the bag had a little accident?)
what this
bam!
my current pride and joy. i have made at least two friends come look at it. yes, i am that person. let me introduce you to makeup station 2.0. this free upgrade was brought to you by the isle of misfit serving dishes. the unloved of my china hutch has now been brought forth to glory!
on the right we have one of mom's tarnished patinated* mint julep cups** holding all things lippy. *i googled that; who really knows the past tense of patina?! **because mms is not really conducive to the sipping of mint juleps, nor would i take the time to polish these bad boys just for a cocktail.
down front we have face stuff. to the left we have the all important eye shadows. and finally, backing up the whole thing is the other patinated julep cup filled to the brim with brushes, mascara, and the essential eyelash curler.
would it be too superlative to say this is everything i dreamed it'd be?! i don't really care. it's true. makeup station 2.0 is pretty. organized. functional. and look who watches over me as i apply my war paint:
thor. i love him.
so, yes, this is how i am starting my blog. i should possibly have my head checked. or get more sleep.
bt-dubs...total cliche: soon-to-be-mom-blogs-on-trivialities.