Fab/Drab Makeup or People?

As I write these, I realize how much people's personalities and actions influence my reaction on their appearance. I can appreciate a nice face and fabulous makeup as much as the next girl, but when you're an a** it's nearly impossible to ACTUALLY appreciate that beauty.
Beauty on the outside is nothing without beauty on the inside.
I'll be signing off for a bit, so let me leave on a note that does not involve me trying to make myself feel better or cutting someone else down for the giggles.

Makeup is fabulous. It makes people feel beautiful. But it's not the end all, be all to beauty!
Beauty comes from within. Keep a positive attitude and positive vibes will be given to you in return.
I know it sounds cheesy, being a natural self- deprecator,  I thought it was at first too. But, I thought, hey why not? And started beefing myself up every day. A compliment here and there. A sarcastic "I'm all that attitude". It all helps you train your brain, until you really do feel those things about yourself. And you DESERVE to feel good like that. All the time!

So, don't just take my word for it. Get a journal and make yourself write something positive down every single day. Whether it be a great quote you heard, a story from a friend, or just a nice compliment that you feel you need to hear. Write it down, and soon enough you'll really mean all of it.

Once you've got that attitude. Go ahead. Literally beef yourself up with some makeup. But always remember, YOU are beautiful. The makeup doesn't create beauty, it enhances it.
So, even out that skin, pump up those lashes, and color those lips.
Enhance.
Believe.
And there's no telling what you can achieve!
(I love Dr. Suess by the way...)

And with that, I bid you all farewell, my loves.
But, I shall return, so keep a look out!

Much love.
And as always, stay FAB <3 nbsp="" p="">
-Kayla

Is narcissism fab? Pt.2

I'm sorry, but I'm giving myself another shout out. It's been a rough, rough few weeks. And, frankly I deserve it!
I'm generally pretty self deprecating by nature, which is why I try to act like I'm far more into myself than I really am (like I said before). It's like my way of making myself feel better about who I am. Looks, personality, life choices, etc. Always try to find the positives.

Anyway, this shout out is going out to my lips. I've been told many times here in Georgia that I look "mixed," aka a mixture of black and white. Which I'm not. I'm full blooded Italian. (So, I suppose I can see where they get that idea.) Fitting the stereotype, I have some full lips. Not crazy full, but definitely not in need of lip plumpers; and I'm totally proud of this. I feel like I pull off lip colors really well and can get away with just some lipstick and mascara and call it a day. (Thank you, thank you. No applause, please.)

My go to lip brand is *drum roll please* RIMMEL. Again. They're lipsticks don't leave your lips feeling dry after a few hours and totally keep the color looking fresh for at least half the day. It's a great product. I tend to get my coral and pink shades from them; while my more "outrageous" shades come from Wet n' Wild (guess the name alone screams "outrageous"). They have my current favorite shade in stock right now; I like to call it "Nicki Minaj Pink," based on the shade Nicki always seems to wear. I think it's beyond fabulous and really makes a statement. Especially on a nice pair of lips like mine.

Thank you for putting up with my me, myself, and I attitude.
Feel free to spew some stuff back at me, so I have to listen to you talk about yourself (seriously, sometimes I think I should have become a shrink).

Much love.

(Duck face? PSH PLEASE)

Is narcissism fab?

Let's face it, we're all a little narcissistic. You have to be; gotta love yourself for someone to love you back, right?
Well, I'm no different. Of course I have my bad days. But, pretending you're far more into yourself than you really are can boost your self esteem for real. Hence my sarcastic attitude and self compliments.
So, here it goes, a post about me.

I'm pretty proud of my lashes. They grow pretty long on their own and really make my eyes pop. And, well, I know how to work em'. Let's just say these eyes have gotten me an iPhone 5 for $10. Well that and the fact that I'm an Advertising major; it's my job to sell things. Anyway, simply put, my eyes are my favorite part about myself.
Even on my "fat days" I can always say, "hey girl, calm down, you got yoself sum beautiful eyes!" (Definitely say it in a voice like that. It seems to me, that this entire generation of males speak/type like that.)
Since this is about me, I don't even have to be creepy and ask about my secret, because I know it!
It's all in the mascara. And, although I love MAC, there is no way I would actually buy any of it. My go to mascara is Rimmel Lash Blast. It's literally just a normal straight brush in a black tube adorned with the Rimmel logo. And guess what; it's 2 bucks!

Get yourself to Target. Pick up a 2 pack of Rimmel mascara for 4 bucks and have a fab look like me.
Narcissistic rant complete.

Yes, I Photoshopped my eyes making em a BIT whiter. It's finals week y'all, aka I forgot how to sleep.

Woah, I spotted a fab amongst the sea of drab.

Y'all. (Yes, I say y'all now. It's obviously a sign that I need to move out of Georgia.)
So Y'ALL, today was a rare day. I didn't go to Starbucks AND I didn't hate on everyone. Anyone happen to see a flying pig today?
With my new found sense of positivity, I actually managed to find a girl who had makeup that I envied.
Guess where I saw her...
At my favorite Chinese take-out place! (And no it wasn't the inherently angry Chinese lady who always takes my order. Seriously, is it me, or are all the ladies at those places always ready to snap?)

So, this girl. She was SO pretty; nearly a Mila Kunis look-a-like. Congrats to this girl for the fabulous genes alone.
She was waiting for her food and I just did a quick scan of her face and what she seemed to have applied. (Unlike the other time where I just stared at a random girl's lips... I'm so awkward.)
I'm not 100% certain what she did, but her bronzer caught my eye the most.

It was perfectly brushed on, in the perfect spot, in the perfect shade. Granted, I'm pretty good at getting that right myself, but this just seemed to be on a whole other level.
I would have asked for her secret, but 1. I've realized that's actually kind of weird, and I'm trying to cut back and 2. I was starving and couldn't even put a sentence together.

This just goes to show, on a good day I can find someone out there who really impresses me.
Take a tip from her; no matter where you go (Chinese take out or real restaurant) ALWAYS go out looking the most fabulous way you can!

ROCK ON MY CHICK-A-DEES (Patiently waiting for Easter :D)

(#Selfie #Imprettygoodwithmybronzer/blush? #Lovehashtags)

SCAD Drab.

I apologize in advance to my SCAD girls (and guys?) who actually know what they're doing when it comes to proper beauty care. But, for the vast majority of art school freaks, makeup is not exactly a priority. Yes, I said freaks. Sorry, I'm not sorry for that one. I can give you a prime example of the travesty of art kids and makeup. Basically, you get an emo-scene-goth-vampire. It's terrifying.
One girl had this look down to a T.

I kid you not, her foundation was white; white and thick. Her eyeliner make it look like she was punched in both her eyes (I hope she at least got Chris Brown's autograph after). And the atrocity of a color she put her lips made her look like a dead cartoon character. Now pair that look with the 50 different shades of pink and black she had in her hair, with the one blue dread.
Yes, welcome to a day in the life at SCAD. I couldn't even look at her long enough to give you a more detailed description.
But, put it this way, at that moment, I was ashamed to know that I'm associated with this insane bunch.

Word to the wise, if you want to be a vampire, be an extra in Twilight. And, please, keep the makeup on the set. Otherwise, you'll look crazy and I can't even give you a step by step way to fix this mess other than to say, scrub off that crap and put absolutely no makeup on.
Watch a youtube tutorial or two and then try again. No need to stay looking so drab.
You're welcome.
(FINALS HAS LEFT ME WITH NO HEART FOR ART STUDENTS ANYMORE. IM SORRY.)

Dear Women in my eye line, EW. DRAB.

WARNING: I am a professional people watcher. You don't want to walk into my line of vision. I WILL judge you; you are a book and I'm looking merely at the cover. We all do it.
My initial cover overview will let me know if I want to continue reading or not.
I could tell in about 5 seconds that I would never make it to page one with this particular woman.

I was in Zoe's Kitchen. My new fav lunch spot (they know me by name; it's so sad). I spotted my target. It was all her fault for cutting me in line.
Now, I'm sorry, but I have no respect for someone who draws stars next to their eyes as if it's "cutesy" and "tattoo-ish". No, it's dumb. Either make it permanently stupid, or use your eyeliner on your EYES like you're supposed to. 

This woman had me annoyed right off the bat. 

It's was one of those moments where everything she did would annoy me; "UGH, look at her picking her table like she owns the joint!" 

(Yeah, "cutsies"still pisses me off.)

Anyway, her makeup wasn't even THAT awful, stupid, but not awful.
I think the fact that she cut me made me turn "stars" into "what a stupid, atrocious monster"!

(A well deserved title for a cutter.)

The only lesson to learn here is: even if you have fabulous makeup skills, they can be easily masked by an awful disposition. 

So, don't be a cutter or I'm deeming you drab. Take that lady!
(I've had about 2 Monster Energy drinks... I'm bound to snap at any moment. Don't mind me.)  

(NOT AMUSED)

Everything I see is Drab.

I think it's that time of the month, because everyone I see has first made me mad because they can't blend their eyeshadows and then sad because I'm being such a b***h for no reason. Yeah it's about that time. Anyway, I'll just tell you about one girl in particular that sent me over the edge.

I went to apply to work at the Lancome counter in Dillards (I know they should've hired me on the spot right?) And the woman I spoke to for information had THE weirdest eyeshadow going on. It was a mix of a teal green and bubble gum pink. Does that even sound like an appealing color combo?

So colors aside, the way she put them on her lids was absolutely ridiculous. She didn't blend, she just put them in rectangular patches, one after the other. Like a checker board of sorts.

It was at that point I realized that I needed to manage that counter. And as my first order of managerial status I would teach the employees how to handle the makeup they were trying to sell.
Now my only issue is finding time to apply.
Wish me luck!
And remember to stay fab <3 br="" nbsp="">

Starbucks. FAB.

Well, I'm a Starbucks junkie. The first step is admitting you have a problem right?
Living at Starbucks has given me the opportunity to further enhance my people watching skills. Call me a creep if you want, but the checkers tutor wearing the bath robe is quite hard to look away from.
He doesn't wear makeup though, so no need to give you the secrets behind his beauty regiments.
The woman sitting next to bath-robe-man though, happened to have the coolest color lipstick on!
It wasn't red, it wasn't coral, it wasn't pink. Honestly, I don't know what color it was, but it was fabulous. I stared at her lips for a while trying to use my art school knowledge to decipher the color. But as I got lost in trying to choose between magenta and plum, I noticed she was staring right at me. It wasn't a look of disgust or confusion though. Just an intent moment of eye locking. It was the weirdest moment of my life between another female and myself. Anyway, I tried to pretend I wasn't the creepiest person ever and just asked her what brand her lipstick was, and she told me the coolest thing!
She made it herself!
She took old lipsticks, melted them, put the melted contents in a form and then let it harden. I was shocked, and SO intrigued. There was nothing else behind the process though. Just as simple and knowing what colors to mix and making sure you had a mold that would give it some shape.
Cool right?
I tried it myself, and have not quite mastered it yet (I'm not one to get things right the first time).
So I encourage you all to try it yourselves. Take the ends of some old lipsticks and go to town.
One day you may have some creep in Starbucks staring at your lips too.

Get a little cray cray; it's fun. 

No Face. Drab?

Not every person enjoys putting on a full face. It takes precious time and energy to get yourself looking bright and cheery. But ladies, why not take a couple seconds to enhance that nature beauty?
I know very few people who can pull off a bare face and have no bags or imperfections. One of my co-workers is among this group of few. She has beautiful skin. Toned, clear, and has no need to bog her pores down with foundation. Tali, has that bare faced glow and many of us wish we were born with.
She literally wears some gloss and calls it day and looks absolutely fab. From her awesomely urban style down to the shaved head; Tali has that it factor. Her makeup choices only add to her fortune.
She's the perfect example of learning to work with what you've got. If you've got THE skin don't ruin it. If you don't, whip out some BB Cream, and make it glow like no body's business!

Bare-faced Heidi. 

Even models aren't afraid. 

Fabulosity Walking.

Although, I know a thing or two about applying make-up, I'm always fishing for tips from ladies out there with flawless make-up. As you all know, I work in a small clothing boutique, which brings in all walks of life. And, I am not shy when it comes to talking to each customer who walks in. I mean, it's my job. The other day, when I worked the closing shift, a young woman walked in looking beyond effortlessly flawless. From her pulled back messy bun, to the the casual oversized sweater, to the airbrushed perfection of her make-up. She probably thought I was the biggest creeper ever, because I could not stop staring at her face. I was in shock. Her bronzer perfectly contoured her cheek bones, while gentle sweep of blush accented the apples of her cheeks. Perfection. I kept thinking "Damn, what am I doing wrong?" And so, I finally snapped out of my trance and asked her to tell me her secret.
It was the most ridiculous answer I've ever received; "Um, I dunno, I just do it."Like, I'm sorry m'am, but what does that even mean? There's  got to be a process to this fabulosity. But she literally could not tell me. I guess some people just have that magic touch. Or are really just that dense. Either way. Don't be afraid to ask people for some tips if you admire their look! You can look just as, or even more fab, than them!

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