MAC Greensmoke

My big sister is the one person I can share my makeup thoughts with. She is the person I emulated as a child, as a teenager, as a young adult. One of the only things she's done that I haven't is had children, but we are on our way to remedying that. 
I turned twenty-six last week, on Thursday. The night before, my husband and I went out to dinner and had a movie night. We watched the American version of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo with Rooney Mara. I'd already watched the Swedish version on Netflix, and I love both. The books were incredible, as well. He also bought me The Muppets, which I must admit, was worth all the not-so-good movie-ness of the beginning to get to the Muppet Telethon. 
The next morning, Thursday morning, Mom & I went shopping. She got me The Incredibles while we were out, which was awesome. I bought Good/Evil Harry Potter cards and had a conversation with the girl at Game Daze about how everyone wanted to punch Dolores Umbridge in the face. I got my nails fixed (the woman who'd done them on Wednesday had, apparently, messed them up, and they were causing pain). The fixer, who did an incredible job, painted the tips of my nails this beautiful metallic green color that I would never have found on my own. Ma had to help me. 

I do so love this green.

We rounded out our shopping at Wal-Mart (where I bought yellow nail polish from L'Oreal (shade 101: Tweet Me), and then my sweet little brother picked Mom & I up and we went to our respective homes. Dinner that night was a success: Lasagna made with sweet Italian sausage and a TON of cheese graced my plate, and it also ended up in my tummy. My mom is a wonderful cook.
Laughter, love, and fun took place in the family room of my mom's house. I, and all the people I love, sat in that room for a couple of hours, just talking and enjoying the night. 

MAC Greensmoke has to be the favorite gift I received that wasn't from my husband. My sister and I have talked about makeup a lot -- she never expected me to love makeup as I do, and I must admit that it is probably odd for people who've known me all my life (tom-boy and all) to have a weird obsession with makeup. So, Reneé bought me a makeup bag (that I have yet to use) and, sitting in one of the side pockets was a small MAC shadow -- Greensmoke. Oh, I love it. It is this gray glitter shadow with a bit of a slight green hue to it. 

Greensmoke. So Pretty.

Stock photo for the win. However, the stock photo doesn't do it justice. I'd post a swatch, but I'm at work and the pan is at home. I do love it, though, and it is my very first MAC product. I've used it 3 times -- twice on me and once on Dee for work. It doesn't have as strong as a color payoff right away that I'd like, but at the same time, you can build on it. I'm not sure how I feel about building, as I am not a contractor, but I think the color is grand once it's bold enough.

Well, that's my little post for today. I hope to post more often (as I say every time I forget to post for months and months) but ... hopefully big changes are on the way.

Detour

I took a detour this morning on my way to work. The hustle and bustle of Roger was a bit much, so I turned down a little road called Fremont. I spent 3 of my childhood years in a little duplex there, next door to my grandmother. I had my headphones plugged into my phone, listening to Incubus (Morning View, in case you were wondering). It was as I passed that little duplex that I heard a sound. It was loud enough, or perhaps deep enough in my brain, that it caused me to stop, to pull the earphone out of my ear. I stood there a moment, in front of the mailbox that had been replaced when Dad hit it, and took in my surroundings. I learned to ride my bike right over there. We used to play under that tree. You remember that weird little ravine that we went into over behind the houses? Nana had those glass pots & pans. They were that weird brown color. Do you remember those? I miss those things. I miss those little things, the lack of responsibility from our childhood. I wouldn't go back, but I do miss some of those things. I stood there for a few minutes, looking around, smelling the smells of childhood. I put my earphone back in, smiling at the memories of being a child, smiling at the girl I was then, smiling at the woman I am now.
I thought, maybe, you'd like to know that I believe that I was called by my child-self this morning. I believe that she, in her own way, reached out and tugged on my shirt. She wanted my attention, if just to remember her and revel in her loss. She's still here with me in a way, but I won't ever be her again. I won't ever be that carefree, that sweetly ignorant. I'm going to have to find a way to reconnect with her again, but for now, I will just remember that little girl in the dark blue, floral dress that didn't match the socks and shoes I wore, but Ma still let me take school pictures in it. The blunt bangs that hung across my tiny forehead, the small hands that were slow to move, the little decisions that I refused to make as I got older.
I need her to know that I miss her like mad, and that I wish I could find her again. I will. Just give me time.