Thursday, February 16, 2012

I Feel Pretty. Or Want To, Anyway.

So, in big fabulous news, I have a new job! It's with an really amazing marketing company, and I'll get to do the the things I love best: interwebz marketing stuff, and helping people. I am really pumped about it.

One of the things that I have done a lot of so far is research. I have learned more than I ever cared to about at least two subjects, and a little about several more. One of the things I have spent a lot of time the last few days researching is fashion and beauty blogs.

You guys. This is a problem.

You see, once upon a time, I gave a rat's ass about looking cute, wearing fashionable clothes, doing my makeup, keeping my hair dyed and trimmed and my eyebrows waxed. Slowly, things changed. I got married. Money got tighter with all the grown up stuff we were doing. Then, we had a kid and money got tighter, and I honestly started enjoying buying stuff for her more than for myself, and then  know...LAST YEAR happened. It's been a LONG time since I have "taken care of myself" in the sense of caring about my appearance.

I had reached a point of being OK with this. Just the other day I was thinking that another of the many perks to working at home is that no one has to see me. Ever. Sweats it is! And greasy hair! For life!

But then I started researching these blogs and DAMMIT if they didn't make all the stuff I had stopped giving a shit about look really awesome. Here are just a few of the things I now want as a result of my research.

1. A cute little nose piercing.

2. All the eyeshadow. And brushes.

3. I want to dress like this girl: Girl With Curves.

4. I want bangs again. I told Beau that if I ever said that again to tie me to a chair and Chinese-water-torture me until I change my mind. They always drive me nuts. What I want is short kind of blunt ones that I won't have in my eyes all the time. I am only afraid that I will look silly because I am heavier and I have a round face and a big ol' head.

5. Tattoos. I decided today that I am getting the Mockingjay from the Hunger Games series on my birthday. Something like this:

I don't want to change my whole personality here. I know that I will never be the type of person who won't leave the house without  makeup, or in my sweats, but I do want to start putting an effort into how I look.

Or maybe I'm just turning 30 and having a quarter-life crisis. Again. Maybe all this is my equivalent to buying a red Camaro.


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