Admit it, you judge. (Even if it’s a little, you judge.) Which is why aesthetics definitely matter.
Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying to you and themselves. I’m not saying that you have to be god’s gift to eyesight, nor am I promoting vapid and superficial behavior. My argument stands on the fact that how we take care of ourselves speaks volumes on how we want to be perceived. We grew up being told by our parents not to care about what other people thought or said about us. While I generally agree with this statement, as I entered the workforce I got a completely different message: “dress for the job you’d like to have.” So, quite a conundrum… but not really. The message is: find who you are, independently from what anybody else wants to categorize you as, and then portray that image. It all starts from within, it’s all an internal struggle to figure out who we are. In the end, most of the things we spend our lives trying to figure out are clearly displayed for everyone else to see in the way we dress, smell, apply make up, and look in general.
Which is why I’ve decided to decicate an entry to the superficial, the aesthetics of morning rituals.
I love make up, I love perfumes, and I love products. I am unapologetically a girl when it comes to all of this. Call me high-maintenance… I don’t care. Just don’t call me selfish, because I’m going to share my beauty finds with you now.
I have developed a new obsession with the Stila in the Garden palate.
The outcome: A light color, spring ready look. Did I mention that the eyeliner is water resistant? It washes out easily, but with the wind gusts in Chicago it’s perfect! Doesn’t smudge and stays in place. I was addicted to black eyeliner, and I love a good cat-eye, so this was quite surprising… but in a good way.
The same week I bought make up I ran out of perfume. OK, so, perfume is a little different. I don’t go through it quite as often, and I have a theory about smells and seasons. As it starts getting warmer, wean off the smellier perfumes – it’s not helping you at all. Now you just smell like BO and musk. Not becoming of anyone! Therefore, I needed something that would work with the seasonal change, but that I liked for an extended period of time. That meant I got to go play at Sephora for a while, but the amount of smells gave me a significant headache. (It lasted all day and well into the night.) At one point I tried a perfume that I thought made me smell like public bathroom. I won’t name names for fear that you wear that perfume and will somehow hate me. But I ended up with “Fan di Fendi.” Didn’t think I would like it, but there you have it… new Fendi fragrance convert.
Last but not least, I need to throw a shout out to SABON. If we’re talking about smells, there is nothing in the world that will make you feel more “French boudoir” and decadent than SABON. You feel like you’ve been privy to Marie Antoinette’s court, and somehow feel an air of superiority. That’s right, I leave out of there nose in the air, and with a Madonna-affected faux British accent, dahling.
That aside, their Lavender Rose lotion makes my hands feel young and collagen replenished every day.