AllyOops!
03-07-2005, 03:34 PM
Over the past few months, I have gone on something of a spending spree. Tossing money at tempting promises. Promising me the delivery of youth. Freshness, vitality. A healthy glow.
With an open wallet, I search for the one jar I can't seem to find. Labeled: confidence. :(
Yesterday afternoon, it all came upon me like a bold, crashing wave upon a sandy, pebbled beach. Like the feeling of a tranquil, salty sea mist kissing ones face, one thought enveloped me. No matter how much money you spend, beauty cannot be bought. Corny? Perhaps. I mean, don't get me wrong. I certainly don't plan on kissing my pout promising lipgloss wands goodbye. And I'm still convinced that a Sephora & Beauty Collection Apothecary exist in Heaven (sandwiched blissfully between Starbucks & Jimmy Choo.)
I have learned that the best moisturizer is not the pricey jar of Creme De La Mer that I purchased & was so excited to try, but rather plain ol' water. Lots of it. It's cheap, and it's the most effective. That healthy glow comes out of a tap. Or a bottle. Drink up me beauties, yo ho. ;)
The best blush in the whole, wide world is glee. No, not the i.d. Bare Ecentuals Bare Minerals shade (although it is quite lovely & a staple in my daily routine), but actual, natural glee. The kind born of blood that flushes our cheeks when we feel a surge of sudden joy, a realization of inner peace and happiness. Glee that rose up in my cheeks yesterday when I spent an evening dining with friends and family, laughing over a delicious supper, a bottle of merlot and beautiful latin instrumental music.
I'm still a fool for beauty. Or rather, a tool. Sell me, tell me and watch me shell free. Shelling freely, rather, for that hope I need to deliver. Just this once. I believe almost every promise. My eyes, transfixed, become as glossy as the Sephora catalog pages that tempt me with sigh-inducing lotions & potions. I'm convinced if I spend every dime on a promise, perhaps it will come true. And maybe, it does for some. Heck, I'll still shell out for my wrinkle fix. A spend-happy Cinderella still needs her glass slipper. Even if it is filled with Freeze 24/7.
It's the oldest adage, really. I guess that is the message I'm trying to convey. Beauty truly is from within. I wanted others to know you don't need to spend to find it. And that I think all of you are absolutely gorgeous. I've seen most of you in person, or in picture and I thought you should know how truly beautiful you are. :)
That's it. That's all. I just wanted to share something nice I was feeling inside, hoping I could make you feel a little niceness, too. I'm growing, and learning. And trying to find my confidence each and every day. It sadly cannot be purchased. And no magic wand can make it appear. Well, perhaps maybe my lipgloss wand. ;) :)
Your'e all beautiful.
And I'm still always up for a trip to Sephora. ;)
With an open wallet, I search for the one jar I can't seem to find. Labeled: confidence. :(
Yesterday afternoon, it all came upon me like a bold, crashing wave upon a sandy, pebbled beach. Like the feeling of a tranquil, salty sea mist kissing ones face, one thought enveloped me. No matter how much money you spend, beauty cannot be bought. Corny? Perhaps. I mean, don't get me wrong. I certainly don't plan on kissing my pout promising lipgloss wands goodbye. And I'm still convinced that a Sephora & Beauty Collection Apothecary exist in Heaven (sandwiched blissfully between Starbucks & Jimmy Choo.)
I have learned that the best moisturizer is not the pricey jar of Creme De La Mer that I purchased & was so excited to try, but rather plain ol' water. Lots of it. It's cheap, and it's the most effective. That healthy glow comes out of a tap. Or a bottle. Drink up me beauties, yo ho. ;)
The best blush in the whole, wide world is glee. No, not the i.d. Bare Ecentuals Bare Minerals shade (although it is quite lovely & a staple in my daily routine), but actual, natural glee. The kind born of blood that flushes our cheeks when we feel a surge of sudden joy, a realization of inner peace and happiness. Glee that rose up in my cheeks yesterday when I spent an evening dining with friends and family, laughing over a delicious supper, a bottle of merlot and beautiful latin instrumental music.
I'm still a fool for beauty. Or rather, a tool. Sell me, tell me and watch me shell free. Shelling freely, rather, for that hope I need to deliver. Just this once. I believe almost every promise. My eyes, transfixed, become as glossy as the Sephora catalog pages that tempt me with sigh-inducing lotions & potions. I'm convinced if I spend every dime on a promise, perhaps it will come true. And maybe, it does for some. Heck, I'll still shell out for my wrinkle fix. A spend-happy Cinderella still needs her glass slipper. Even if it is filled with Freeze 24/7.
It's the oldest adage, really. I guess that is the message I'm trying to convey. Beauty truly is from within. I wanted others to know you don't need to spend to find it. And that I think all of you are absolutely gorgeous. I've seen most of you in person, or in picture and I thought you should know how truly beautiful you are. :)
That's it. That's all. I just wanted to share something nice I was feeling inside, hoping I could make you feel a little niceness, too. I'm growing, and learning. And trying to find my confidence each and every day. It sadly cannot be purchased. And no magic wand can make it appear. Well, perhaps maybe my lipgloss wand. ;) :)
Your'e all beautiful.
And I'm still always up for a trip to Sephora. ;)