Happy Fri-YAY!

Will do!

Sorry to not be very “bloggy” this week. (Prince Charming invented a new adjective and I LOVE it!)

As much as I want to do nothing but work on The Mascara Project, it turns out my job and family need a little attention, too.  

I also needed some time to recover after the hot roller incident. Whew! 

The Mascara Project is clearly a marathon and not a sprint, so y’all bear wth me.

Yesterday, I tested a couple of mascara tips that intrigued me. I need to go mascara shopping, again, so I used the Clinique.

1. Apply mascara to bottom lashes first. Um, duh?!? Why didn’t I think of that!  This is wonderful advice and very effective. Only negative, what am I gonna do with the time I spend in the mornings removing smudges and reapplying mascara? Should I learn to crochet?

2. Use blowdryer to curl dressed lashes by shooting warm air up under eyes at base of lashes. Okay. Love this, too. I don’t love how lash curlers “crimp” my lashes.

Do y’all remember crimping your hair?!?  OMG. I bet she has on pink and green puff socks in alternating colors! Now I have “Time after Time” stuck in my head and probably have to watch ‘The Goonies’ this weekend…  Sorry to digress, but I couldn’t resist…

The other cool thing about using the blowdryer is it helps elimnate clumping. I used my fancy lash comb to separate my lashes right after I heated them. Sam shared this tip with me AND provided the lash brush thingy. Eternally grateful.

I know you can’t see the lashes all that well, but you CAN see that I am happy with the results. Also, note the straight coiffe. NO YOU DIH-ENT HOT ROLL YOUR HAIR TWO DAYS AGO!

Congratulations, ladies!  We did it. We made it to the weekend. Yahoo! Kick up your heels! (Just don’t do it while wearing heels. Been there. Done that.)

Enjoy them. Enjoy your family, friends, pets and neighbors. Reflect a little light this weekend and take some time for YOU. Cuz if Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. Can I get an A-MEN!?!

Thank you for sharing these adventures with me!  Mwah.

Happy (a-hem) Hump Day!

I remember it like it was yesterday.  My two closest friends in the interior design program at FSU and I were waiting at the intersection of Tennessee and Copeland Street.  It was a Wednesday and we were on our way to class.  We were, as always, weighted down with portfolios, floorplan tubes and tackle boxes filled with art supplies.  While we were waiting for the light to change, I gleefully declared, “happy hump day, girls”.

Now, in an effort to protect their identities, I will use false names to portray my friends.  Enter the cast;  Jackie (brunette) and Marilyn (blonde).  “Jackie” had her bachelors degree in fine art and was getting her masters in interior design. Marilyn was in the under-grad track with me.  Jackie was engaged to the valedictorian at FSU, whom she had dated since the beginning of high school.

When I made the cheerful comment about “hump day”, Jackie huffed and cursed under her breath.  She then went on about how she is sick of having to shave her legs and such every single Wednesday and wants to know why no one else ever gripes about having to “celebrate” hump day.  I guess her hubby was valedictorian for a good reason.

“Jackie’s” reaction to my cheerful comment makes me smile once-a-week ever since that day…  I guess blondes aren’t the ONLY ones having fun.