I remember the thrill of walking into the makeup aisle, knowing I would walk out with more than a random nail polish. I patiently held up the different compacts to my face, trying to match my caramel skin. Most were too light, a few were too dark. My mom finally stepped in and helped me match one to my face. I still don't think it was dark enough. She even let me get their Lip Slicks lip gloss. I picked the pinkest shade I could find. I couldn't wait to get home and try them together.
I slowly bought more makeup, including lots of Jane eyeliner. I got pretty good at putting on eyeliner, right up against the lash line. I kept all my makeup in my Caboodle (remember those?) and would bring it with me to sleepovers, where we would try on each others stuff and give each other makeovers.
I may have moved on from Cover Girl Pressed Powder, but one thing hasn't: that quick rush of excitement walking into the makeup aisle.
Thanks for the suggestions on the last entry. I'm currently giving my hair a break from heat tools and wearing it wavy every day. It's not terribly different, but different enough for me. I'm also loving those extra few minutes of sleep I get in the morning!