zaterdag 25 augustus 2012

I noticed that my subject map on make-up was still blank and thought it was time for some action in there! Although I have to warn you that my routine is very simple in that area... 

When I was younger I experimented a lot with it but never got it right until my husband arranged a make-upsession with someone from YSL for my birthday.

He explained to me that eyeliner beneath your eyes pulls them down and makes you look tired, only a few people can pull it off to wear eyeliner only beneath the eye, most of us have to balance it out by wearing it on the lid of the eye as well. The other important thing that I learned is that using foundation (and in the right color tone for your skin) is very important, I am very pale and need a very light one but there are so many on the market that I've tried out a lot of them and the feeling always gave me goosebumps... It was too "present", in other words, I could always feel that I was wearing make-up and I hated that feeling because it made me feel fake.

But I found the solution in a BB cream from Garnier, what the real difference is (talking about ingredients) I'm not able to tell you but I can tell you that it feels natural. You put it on and it looks like it brings out the best of your skin and face. I really love this product and when I put it on, I don't need much more to look good. It doesn't really solve the bags under my eyes but I am still looking for a product for that, I've tried concealer but somehow it doesn't work for me, maybe I'm using it wrong?
Anyway, after the BB cream, I just put on a bit of blush (long search for finding the right color as well!), for me, the best is a mix of colors, the one I bought from YSL a few years ago was the best I ever had but they don't make them anymore and I now found a cheap alternative in one from a simple drugstore.

For my eyes I use a make-up base coat so it lasts longer, I use cheap make-up and it doesn't stay on very long without it... I put on a bit of eyeshadow, in a light beige and I draw a dark bleu line for eyeliner. I was always terrible with eyeliner and tried everything, anyone you can think of, I basically tried it... The best way, for me, is with an eye pencil, with the flat side, and then putting on a bit of eye powder in the color you like and draw a line, so easy and looks great, very easy to correct if your line is a bit crooked as well.

Then a lot of mascara, a bit of lipgloss and I'm ready!

zondag 12 augustus 2012

It's just an illusion to me



Thursday we went to Brussels and visited the Atomium.
My husband had a quick chance to take this picture of me without any other people around (they were waiting behind his back).
I personally love the colors of the stairs and the tunnel gives me a futuristic feeling what made me come with the title: "It's just an illusion to me", a line from a Mika song.

donderdag 2 augustus 2012

Famous


Today we cleared the hallway, it was very necessary, but the weird thing is that we, people, have a way of adapting to circumstances...

We were almost unable to pass trough (my grandma was always scared that she would break a hip when she entered to pick up her grandchildren, this gives you an idea of how bad it looked...) but we adapted to it.
It was hard to get in and we hurt ourselves a couple of times but it never seemed to be enough to change it...

We got so used to it that we left it and kept busy with other things, things that occupied our minds more like: how are we going to pay our bills?
But what if the base of all the problems is that hallway? Or that overstuffed garage?
Or our basement that was filled with water (at least 30 cm high) because of heavy storms last winter?
I wonder... If a house is a reflection of who we are then we looked really crappy...

It's a bit like fashion... Fashion is (to me) about really speaking out who we are, we can make a statement, we can shout out to the world: "Look at me! Here I am! Like it or not, I don't care!", even if you are very shy or not very communicative, by what you wear people will know who you are.

Take a look at famous people, singers mostly, they really tell their fans about who they are by what they wear.
What they say is important as well, off course, but what they wear gets criticized just as much.
Remember Lady Gaga before she got famous?
Do you still know how much she got judged and commented on?
And now she is, basically, a hero!

People standing outside of concerts to see a glimpse of the person they admire, wearing the same kind of clothes, singing along with all the songs, telling them that they love them and want to marry them...
And by that last thing, I wonder... If I was that famous person, I would feel loved but so misunderstood... Because... You know the outside of that person but the inside, doesn't that count anymore..?

How can you know you love someone and what do you love about that person when it's someone famous? Is it a superficial love? Is it for fun? Do they just wanna sleep with them? And for what? For fame?

I remember an article in the paper a few years ago that was about a fan from Robbie Williams, she claimed that she had spent the night with him.
My first instinct was that it was true but why do you run to a paper to sell that story? Where is your love then?
Or was it the love for money and fame that was the reason all along?

It would drive me crazy, never knowing who your friends are, who loves you for you, who wants something from you, why is someone friendly..?
How do you handle that?
How do you live with that?

I could never sell someone out for money, money is a tool that helps you realize your dreams and, just like everyone else, I want lots of it, but I want it to get my mind of stupid things like: how am I gonna get a new dishwasher when I have no money?(ours broke down yesterday) and how much is it gonna cost me when a friend asks me to grab a bite.

I have faith in this life, this universe that feels so weird but it always helps me out when I can't see the end of the tunnel, when the sky seems to be filled with dark clouds and no silver lining, I believe, I hope and I love.

I love all those strange people that I don't know, have never seen before and will probably never see again.
I love them all for being who they are, in the best way they can.
I love them for the statements they make, even if I don't agree.

And maybe that is what drives us all...
We love someone to find ourselves, to find out what we want, what suits us, what makes us happy, what makes us who we are.

And the best thing is... We can change it whenever we want.
It's like putting on a new outfit, we can do it every week, every day, every hour or every minute.
We can try a different model, a different color or a different size.

Keep trying till something fits and keep believing that what you are searching for is in store, I'm sure you'll find it, just like I will.

woensdag 1 augustus 2012

Cleaning!


Hi everyone!

I haven't been posting new pictures for over a week now and I think I ow you an explanation.
We are finally cleaning our house!
This may sound very stupid and you probably think: " so what, I clean my house every week" but with us it's a bit different...

A few years ago I moved in with my husband in quite a hurry, it was my 18th birthday and my family didn't approve of the relationship, what was very hard on us, so I felt like I had no choice but to leave on my birthday ( there were other things that forced me to make that decision, but I'll tell that another time).
So, I moved in without clothes and just a few belongings, really not much...
You could think: "no problem, you go out and buy some right?"
Well, not really... I was 18, still going to school and soon after that I was pregnant with our son who is now 7, money was tight, very tight.

On top of that we had to deal with a few deaths in the family of my husband (because we chose to have children so soon our families came round again and started talking to us again without jelling and being mad) and my father in law said that maybe we could use a few things of that stuff they had left..?
An aunt of my husband was one of them and she had a great vintage house that was more than a 100 years old and so were her belongings, I fell in love with everything!
Even with her shoes, that were 2 sizes too small (!) but I took it all with me to our new house and we kept it all... in the garage...

My pregnancy wasn't very nice... Not to say a complete nightmare...
I wanted nothing else then sleeping and when I was hungry and craving for something, I got so sick when it was in front of me...
My husband had to eat a lot of double meals at that time...
Anyway, our house didn't get the attention it deserved...

The walls in our living room were bright (way too bright!) orange, the hallway was white and grey (I hated it), our bedroom was bright bleu (like baby bleu) with an all-round banner-like thing that was decorated with chinese sings (do I need to say more?) and the baby room was bright green with a flower banner - thing... I don't want to think about the rest of the house anymore so I'm gonna save the other rooms in a very dark and little space of my brain that I'll never look at again, I hope...

So, now we are 7 years further from that time and our garage is still filled with stuff from that aunt... But that is not the worst... It has spread trough the house because in those years I found so many things that inspired me, moved me and taught me something about what I wanted to do with my life and I am thankful for every little and big thing (it could be a book, a stuffed animal, jewelry, a bag,... Basically, anything you can think of) but now it is time to decide.

A time to decide who I am and what I want.
And last week we've been going trough a lot of things, reminiscing and reliving the past and it is so obvious now how some things worked and some things failed and it made me feel stronger.
Like I could decide what I wanted to keep in my life and what I could throw out.