SUNDAY, AGAIN. WEEKLY PICK vol. II
Posted onMy hate for Sundays is getting worse every week.
pic source: temptalia |
My hate for Sundays is getting worse every week.
pic source: temptalia |
You’ve already read my bla bla bla about how much I love Chanel’s products/packaging.
I feel the very same way about this quad.
But first, here’s what Chanel says about their quad:
“One essential compact offers unlimited eye looks, with shade combinations that range from matte to satin to shimmer. Versatile smudge-proof formula can be applied dry for subtle shading, or dampened for more intense colour, all with long-wearing results — in even extreme climates. Dermatologist tested.”
When I was a teenager, young, shy and without any kind of self confidence…
Ok let’s write this again.
When I was 14, six whole years ago!, I just didn’t like myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not madly in love with the way I look now.
But years, experiences and a couple of special words helped me to appreciate what I have.
Make up, while not being the most important thing in my life, helps me accept my appearance, highlighting my best features and hiding my flaws.
L. and I finally started college.
Sadly, we’re not attending the same course, so we can’t see each other every day.
And, even worse, we had to face a first-day-of-school by ourselves.
In this post I’m going to tell you how my first day was and L. is going to do the same very soon.
We’re starting a new series, along with the Weekly Pick! one, in which we’ll talk about the same subject with our different point of views.
Anyway.
The day before my BIG DAY I was a wreck.
In my mind I had huuuge confusion.
What to wear?
Will I make new friends?
Will I find my way in the various classes without getting lost?
Will I like every course I have?
Will I make myself ridiculous in front of everyone, spilling my coffee on my books?
Should I wear lipstick?
I don’t really like this particular day of the week.
When traveling, I used to end up with a ridiculous amount of make-up in my hand luggage and I never used even half of it.
I’d love to be a bad girl.