Tilly was so overcome by the sheer excitement of being next to try on “lipick” she derped the derpiest face I’ve ever witnessed. Props to the awesome lady at Bobbi Brown for indulging little-girl dreams so this mama could find the perfect daytime red lippy.
My bottle of makeup sadly retired itself this morning when no more two year old dregs could be coaxed out. My uneven skin tone and dark circles shouted at me to “just pop in” to Smashbox to try on some foundation with both girls in tow. During our excursion Tilly learned how to escape from her buggy, and Amy had some lip gloss professionally applied in a group effort to keep her quiet. I scuttled out with half an orange face, a four year old shouting “she’s so pretty! Hey! SHE could come and live with you and Daddy in your room!”, and no new makeup.
Experimenting with a new eyeshadow set whilst jiggling a baby netted interesting results. Granted it did provide an updated look, but it’s less “fresh New York chic” and more “girl who drank too much tequila and was woken up by the cleaners in the nightclub toilets at 6am”.