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. 

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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