One week in the life of my makeup wipes: A visual diary
Makeup is one of my many hobbies. I’m not a makeup artist, a “beauty guru,” or even particularly gifted in the arts of contouring and blending, but I know my way around Sephora and love how different I can make my face look with just 10-20 minutes of careful application using brushes, sponges, and fingertips. After investing in makeup removal wipes (following the desperate pleas of my dermatologist), I noticed that my bathroom trash can began to fill up with smudgy little faces — remnants of my busy days and nights.
What follows is a diary of the face that faced the world for 6 days (the 7th day is for rest/makeup-free chilling, obviously):
Sunday
Sundays I try to shoot a few videos for my YouTube channel. On those days, my makeup is a little heavier and brighter because cameras and commenters can be pretty unforgiving. A little metallic green on the lids and my latest lipstick obsession (Fanny by Nars) carried me through three video shoots and obligatory friend-margaritas after.
Monday
Though our office is a ~pretty chill~ work environment, I like to wear makeup as a contrast to my slacker wardrobe choices (black jeans, dirty sneakers, graphic tees, with a hoodie -OR- a patterned skater dress are my usual uniform). This particular Monday ended with post-work dinner and drinks that encouraged some dark eye shadow and heavy eyeliner (and the same lipstick, obviously). Side-note: that curl is from the top of my head, I don’t just have a single long curly hair on the left side of my chin.