It's been a vicious cycle of allergies - sinusitis - allergies. Not to put to fine a point on it, my world is full of snot. I've spent far too long wandering around feeling as though my head were three sizes too big and twenty pounds too heavy and looking like this:
|I may be dying. Get back to you on that one|
As a result I haven't really done anything in remotely art-y or craft-y. Which, to be honest, is driving me a little bonkers. Just don't have the attention for it at the moment but I very much want to. Gift giving is going to sneak up on me again this year and it'll be another awkward mess of placeholder presents.
Also, I have no idea how contagious the ringworm is and I don't want to say Merry Christmas by giving someone a skin fungus. Yes, it's still kicking about the house, it keeps bouncing from cat to cat to Boyfriend. I may just give up and burn the whole place down, it seems like it's the only way to be sure. At least the kittens haven't caught it again, which is a small comfort but I sort of hate their smug, non-itchy faces right now.
While art and craft aren't currently in the cards for me, make up has been. There's an argument to be made about upholding the kyriarchy in regards to how much I love performing femininity but, frankly, I'm easily sidetracked by all the pretty colors. Besides, my eyes are about the largest canvas I can deal with right now and did I mention there's glitter? I love glitter.
Urban Decay's latest eyeshadow palette hit stores and I had to have it. And then there was a sale on NYX cosmetics, and another eyeshadow palette magically fell into my hands as well. One of these days I'll say no to the instant gratification of premade make up and save up to invest in my own pigments and binders and a proper set up for making cosmetics, but today is not that day.
The only thing that could possibly be better than putting on eyeshadow is making my own and then putting it on. I'm a simple lady, I have simple dreams.
|I'm, like, everything that's wrong with society right now.|
|But hey! Cool box, right? It's got little lights!|
Thus I've been toodling around the house looking a bit like this:
|My drag name would be Snotia de Ragsi.|
*I want the record to show that I tried really hard to come up with a less douche-y sounding way of saying that and have failed. So, not a douche, just a bad writer.
**But not in my wardrobe. I know I'm endlessly confusing to you, Mater, I'm sorry. Someday I'll rock salmon pink and lime green as hard as you do, promise. Yes, readers who are not my mom, she is that awesome.