I love red lipstick, but I’m not really that into make-up.
Does that even make sense to you?
Here’s why. This is my typical make-up experience:
See cool new product or watch beautiful model with long wavy hair on commercial or see amazing transformation on Facebook.
Decide I want to be transformed, too.
Realize product doesn’t really make me look like the pictures.
Decide I need long wavy hair.
Apply red lipstick to make myself feel better.
These drawers in this desk are full of make-up products.
Dozens of mascaras (the kind that has extra little pieces of lash built in) and bottles of foundation (that told me they would take the wrinkles away) and eye shadow (and I never, ever wear eye shadow, but the model looked so pretty) and the-ever-popular-all-over-social-media under-eye concealer that is supposed to make you look twenty.
I could book a space flight for the cost of what’s in those drawers.
And it would be a first-class ticket.
We are going all Dave Ramsey this year, so I made a vow not to fall for any more Facebook posts and started shopping for my make-up at the dollar store.
And I found the best product.
It’s made by NYC and it’s called Cheek Glow and it costs about $3.00.
When I saw the name it was over. I was looking for a simple blush, but why? Why just buy blush when I could have something that sounded like it came from the streets of New York City.
I found it on Amazon to show you an example, but I got it cheaper at the dollar store.
I’ve been raving about it and my cheeks have been glowing and my pocket book has been smiling.
Until the other day.
I sat down at the make-up desk to get ready for lunch and pulled open the drawer and a lot of expensive make-up stared back at me.
The blush was nowhere to be found.
I dug around in the drawer and took everything out and moved heaven and earth.
No blush any where.
What was I going to do?
Were my cheeks destined to be glowless?
And more importantly, did I have time to stop by the dollar store and buy another blush before lunch?
And then on my way out of the room I walked by the fireplace and remembered.
I remembered what I had done with the blush.
I remembered where it was.
See those urns?
The other day when I took these photos of the bedroom decorated for spring, one of these urns was crooked. It leaned to the left and I just needed something to straighten it out. So I looked around and grabbed the closest thing I could find.
You guessed it.
Here’s a close-up.
See what happens when you listen to Dave and shop at the dollar store?
Your cheeks are glowing and your urns are straight. 🙂
Not that I’m buying any of them.
No way. 🙂
PS If you are in the mood for a fun DIY today, be sure and stop by the HomeRight blog.
I took this thrift store valet chair and make it into a chair with a towel bar.
You can see the entire before and after here.