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operation freckle face

[this is part 1 of a larger operation titled: summer breeze (b/c that’s the song that’s playing right now AND i want to see some results by summer. it works, right? as a title? i thought so.) — check back for part 2 later! ok, carry on]

a new leaf is being turned over, kids. a leaf on which i do not apply concealer or eyeliner. the reason why is threefold — 1. i truly believe concealer is causing me to have premature eye wrinkles [i’m almost 30, see, so it’s obligatory that i be concerned w/ such things. at least, so i’ve been told].  2. there was a beautiful girl @ Changing Hands on Sunday [when i was there for the Stephen Chbosky book signing, during which, btw, i asked Stephen Chbosky a question he’d never been asked before, me!, and he signed my copy of Perks, a photo of which you can view here, in case you missed my weepy tweets that day. ahem.] and she appeared to be wearing no makeup. i was instantly jealous [this happens to me a lot] and felt so… so… dirty and spackled. why can’t i be radiant and beautiful like her??, i thought to myself. and finally, 3. i want to love the skin i’m in! and the skin i’m in has freckles, which i used to hate when i was younger but, as previously mentioned - i’m no longer ‘younger’, so i actually like my freckles now. guess what you can’t see under all that makeup…. my freckles!

and so, it is w/ great anticipation and excitement and undereye circles that i begin my online account of living w/out makeup. it’ll be like doctors w/out borders except WITHOUT DOCTORS OR BORDERS.

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step 1: glowy, fresh skin

i’m assuming to achieve this i will need a clean, moisturized face.

so far, all i do is wash daily [sometimes twice! i know…] w/ noxzema, occasionally apply Lancome’s Renergie around my eyes, on my wrinkly old forehead, and on my frown lines [or smile lines! but who are we kidding?], and sometimes i do a clay mask. i don’t think clay masks are particularly good for hydrating your skin, now that i’m thinking about it. i’ll have to look into that. also, i’ll probably need to exfoliate, buy a new moisturizer w/ spf [as if i’m ever exposed to actual sunlight, but whatever] and get more sleep.

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step 2: tackling undereye circles

i tweeted about this earlier and got a couple of good replies. megan sent this link to a wikihow article and the cap’n recommended anything w/ bee pollen [unless i’m allergic! how do i know if i’m allergic…?] [i originally wrote bee venom. oops! don’t put bee venom on your face, mkay?]. right, so i’m going to look into all of that and get back to you. is bee pollen expensive?

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step 3: ok, i’ll have to wear some makeup

i don’t think a natural-looking mascara would kill me. and maybe a sheer blush. which means only one thing: shopping trip! i’ll let you know which products i try and how they look. oh, should there be pictures? before and after? hmmm….

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alternative: what if this doesn’t work?

there’s about a 50/50 chance that it’s impossible for me to look good w/out makeup. if this is the case, i’ll have to seek advice re: how to wear makeup w/out looking like you’re wearing makeup.

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if you have any fantastic or terrible ideas regarding how to make me look amazing and glowy and fresh as a daisy, email them to me [green.indie@gmail.com] and i’ll probably try them. i’ll try almost anything. [except absinthe, it scares me.] thanks!

i still fucking hate titles

i miss this. i really do. i miss you. and i miss comments? which’s weird, b/c that was the beginning of the end. comments are a daunting, guilt-ridden task. or maybe not. maybe that was just me. probably. i love the difference between maybe and probably.

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things are very, very different now. as different as maybe and probably. i can barely remember what that was like. i wrote things that aren’t there anymore, and that makes me so sad. but they’re just words. no they’re not. that was me. i sliced that off and garnished it w/ synonyms. i really tried. that was what i had. but it’s not there anymore. is it self-centered that i reread myself? not b/c i thought it was genius, but b/c i liked it. there were a few things i was really proud of and now it’s just gone.

ahhh but who really cares. not me ;)

walk-in closet. 10:50 a.m.

  • Me: Cheryl!
  • C: Yeah!
  • Me: Do you know how many cowboy hats you own?
  • C: What?
  • Me: Cowboy hats. Do you know how many you own.
  • C: I don't know.
  • Me: Three. THREE. You own THREE cowboy hats.
  • C: Oh? Hey! Hand me the white one!
  • Me: WHICH WHITE ONE.