This just might be the most flamboyant polish I’ve ever had on my nails. Two coats of Deborah Lippman’s Happy Birthday over three coats of Revlon’s A Walk On The Beach. I think one coat of Happy Birthday would have been enough, except my curiosity got the better of me and forced me to try a second — I ended up putting on way too much on the first nail on accident and had to match my other nails lest I start over. (And I hate starting over, so…)

I’m not sure if I can handle how incredibly flashy this feels on my nails (I usually wear neutral colors or your traditional red/pink) or if I can even go to class tomorrow without feeling like I’m drawing attention to myself, hah.

Also, excuse the shitty picture — the Sigma lens that I bought to replace my Nikon kit lens still has yet to be shipped (something about being backordered, boo), and having to shoot this picture with a 50mm prime is way too difficult. The focal length had me stretch my arm wayyy too far for comfort.

I spent the majority of my teenage years being a tomboy — you would never catch me a dress or skirt (save the dances during my senior year of high school), and I thought that my fellow females who wore make-up were too young. (Seriously, though — do you really need to wear heavy make-up at 17? Or even younger than that? I was just at Sephora the other day with my sister and we saw a group of girls who couldn’t be more than 13 in the store. With make-up on. Asking about make-up. WHAT.) It wasn’t until freshman year of college that I ventured into expanding my wardrobe to incorporate skirts and dresses — because let’s face it: Texas weather is hot and humid, and I really couldn’t be pressed to wear jeans or shorts all day when a dress was so much easier to put on.

And I admit — I even side-eyed my sister when she expressed an interest in learning about make-up and experimenting with it when she was about 20. But now, at the ripe age of 22, I’ve taken a vast interest with experimenting with make-up. Insert cheesy music in the background — I am now….a girl. Hah.

Lately, I’ve been trying to find a foundation that won’t break my bank (Smashbox foundations were initially recommended to me, but $38 for a bottle? No thanks!) and won’t make me look unnatural. Then I asked make-up guru Chrizta (lol) what I should try, and she recommended Revlon ColorStay — and I have to say I’m in love.

So maybe you can’t tell that the right side of my face in the picture (with foundation) looks way better than the left side of my face (without foundation…right looks more “airbrushed,” at least), but all I had to take a picture with was my Blackberry (ghetto, I know). What you don’t know is that my cheeks and forehead have dark pimple scarring. And that I tried to take the foundation off half my face for contrast and probably didn’t end up taking off enough. And my bangs were up like that and look funny because I just had them cut and I’m still trying to figure out how to get them to look right, and usually I smile in pictures and don’t look so angry…but the foundation is awesome! (Aside: I bought two, and one made me look like the ghost of a geisha despite being two shades lighter than the one that matched me — anyone interested in buying a discounted ColorStay foundation in Warm Golden for combo/oily skin? :D Offer valid for my readers……all two of them…)

Next up: I really need to learn how to put on eyeshadow. I think I just end up looking like someone punched me in the face.

P.S. I know that I’m about 3 weeks behind for Music Monday, but I’ll make them up with the next one…I hope.