Favorite Things – Bobbi Brown Skin Weightless Powder Foundation

Good morning, lovelies!

It’s been eons since my last Favorite Things post, so there’s no time like the present to tell you about the new product I’m obsessed with.

My friend started using this powder foundation instead of a translucent powder for just a bit more coverage and she told me that it was her new favorite product.

So, obviously, I had to jump on the bandwagon.

Bobbi Brown

The Bobbi Brown Skin Weightless Powder Foundation, $48.00, is just what the title describes –weightless.

Because it’s so light, I don’t think it should really be called a foundation, because you would have to be using a heck of a lot of it to get full coverage.

However, it is great for sealing-in your undereye makeup, giving you a bit more coverage and blending everything together to get a flawless, matte finish.

To apply this, first I put a CC cream all over my face with my Beauty Blender. The best CC cream I’ve found so far is still the Mary Kay CC Cream, Light to Medium. Seriously, this is the cream to try if you want a nice even base that doesn’t look cakey.

Once you put a thin layer of CC cream on, start on your undereyes. I swear by Urban Decay’s 24/7 Concealer Pencil. To get good coverage, draw a upside-down triangle, with the point hitting just below the bottom of your orbital bone. Then blend in the concealer with a Beauty Blender or a cosmetic sponge.

After you finish blending in your concealer, keep your Beauty Blender or cosmetic sponge out and gently glide it over your Bobbi Brown powder foundation.

You’ll want to put a light layer all over your face, but concentrate the pressed powder over your concealer for a photo-finish look. You should *gently* run your foundation sponge on your undereyes and below your brow bones. Your skin around your eyes is very susceptible to pulling, making for early onset crow’s feet.

If you want a bit more oil control, try pressing some powder over your T-zone. Once you’re done with that, you’re ready to add contouring or even just some blush, but now you’ll have a flawless base for any makeup trends you want to try.

Putting a thin layer of Bobbi Brown’s Skin Weightless Powder Foundation not only provides more coverage, but helps set my makeup as well.

Gone are the days I’ll come home and look in the mirror, only to wonder if I had really looked that bad all day because my coverage was seriously lacking.

Go give this pressed powder a try at your local Sephora; you won’t be sorry you did.

Until next time,

C. Brooks

Meh…It’s Monday

It’s Monday and I couldn’t be more thrilled, as shown by the picture below.

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Okay, so maybe that was a lie. Whatever. I’m over it.

That’s my mood today. I’ve decided that I’m hiding out in my cube until 5pm with my Starbucks iced soy chai and Hozier’s album on repeat for comfort purposes to deal with my “meh” mood.

But, with every song, I can feel my mood lift because I’m lost in his gritty and raw acoustic style too much to even worry about my “meh” mood.

At first listen to the Irish singer songwriter, you’re drawn in by his acoustic, coffee-shop and maybe a bit sultry vibe. But then, you start to actually listen to his lyrics and they’re nothing short of poetic.

In songs like “Angel of Small Death and Codeine Scene,” you’re like, “I have no idea what in the hell he’s singing about, but I love it.”

And in “Someone New” you’re like, “damn this kid has some catchy tunes on his hands and I could give a shit less if my cube neighbors see me dancing.”

And with “Cherry Wine” you’re like, “let’s just sit on a blanket underneath a shady tree and nap for the rest of the afternoon.”

Seriously, each one of his songs brings you into a new mood.

If you’re in a “meh” mood, take a listen to a couple of his songs, or the whole damn album, and feel yourself being slowly lifted up out of it.

Works for me, at least.

Until next time,

C. Brooks

You Know What’s Frustrating?

Now, I can guess you’ve got a million answers to that question, but I’m here to tell you a couple of my answers.

It’s been a very frustrating and trying week already and it’s only Tuesday.

Lord help us.

1. Wasted Time

About a month ago, a guy I used to date casually decides to come back into my life and justifies the disruption with the “I’m ready for something more serious now” line.

This, of course, was great news to me at the time because this guy is great on paper and gets a lot of things checked off on the ol’ mental dating checklist. Don’t judge the list, because you know you’ve got one too.

I had always thought of our relationship as an ellipses because it felt very unfinished. So, I was pretty damn happy when he finally came around to being ready for something.

Turns out that was a load of crap. Homeboy is a player and has more game than the damn Mandalay Casino and I got taken for all I’m worth.

After all of the “I totally just want someone to be there’s” and the “I’m so tired of all the games,” he decides that maybe he’s really not as ready for something more as he thought.

This is hella frustrating because he was the one who started this whole thing again! I was just fine going on about my life, minding my own business and then, all of a sudden, WHAM! He decides to come back into it and trounces all over it and wastes my time.

That’s what’s so damn frustrating: all the wasted time I spent on this tool.

2. Wasted Money

If you’re anywhere in the Midwest, you know that it’s been rainy and stormy for the past week. All of this would be fine and dandy, because who doesn’t enjoy a good summer rain to cool things off a bit, but I had make-up tickets to go see our hometown baseball team play last night and there were thunderstorm warnings all across the county.

The reason I had these make-up game tickets was because it stormed the last time I went to the game with a friend for a work outing. So I’m already a bit annoyed that I had tickets to go back on a day when it was going to rain yet again.

I decided to go anyway because these tickets include free beer and food. But as soon as I finish my first brew, it starts raining.

And I’m talking, like, thunderstorming to the extreme: wind, rain, thunder and lightning. The whole shebang.

The game gets postponed and I’m looking at my weather app seeing that it’s not going to get any better because it’s supposed to storm all night.

Fine, whatever.

I get in my car and start driving home. I get about halfway home when the storm stops and the sun comes out and it’s beautiful.

Like, what the actual f*ck?? This is just my week…

I would have turned around to go back to the game, but I was already too damn frustrated, so I just decided to bite the bullet and deal with the fact I paid $58 for two tickets to this stupid game and didn’t get the value out of them at all.

That’s what’s so damn frustrating: wasted money.

3. Wasted Energy

I’ll keep this one short because it’s already a long post. But the last thing about this week that’s been frustrating is when you make plans to do something with friends and put energy into planning and getting things set up, only to have them cancel at the last minute.

So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that it looks to be like tonight’s activities will consist of a Friends marathon and a large glass of wine…or three.

Hopefully tomorrow will hold something a little more fun and a little less frustrating.

Until next time,

C. Brooks

Flipping the Switch

I may have said this before, but I feel like there’s a switch that gets flipped as soon as you graduate from college.

Let’s call it the “I’m getting too old for this shit” switch.

Every now and again I’ll do something or go somewhere I used to love in college and the switch will flip–just like that.

Now, I’m not talking about things I used to do as a little baby freshman in college, like drinking a whole bottle of UV Blue and then not being able to even glance at a bottle of it without gagging. Or even when I would go to a house party of a friend-of a friend-of a friend, only to get rejected after being asked, “who do you even know here?”

I’m talking about things that I used to do senior year –as in last year–that signal the switch to flip.

For instance, I’ll head out to my old favorite college bar with some friends (who are still in college, by the way) and look around thinking that there’s no reason for people to be shotgunning Redbulls or wear those damn cranberry colored shorts with chambray or blue Ralph Lauren Polo button-downs. And you know as soon as you look at them that there’s a good chance they’re a Roman numeral boy with a membership to the country club and a key to daddy’s Range Rover. The switch just flips and I’m outta there.

It also switches with the boys I date.

When I’m at a boy’s apartment and I’m staring at a Kim Kardashian poster circa the early 2000s or a flag tacked on the wall, I can’t help but get the sudden urge to run. And run far.

Or if I have to sit on a so-called “chair” that’s actually a bean bag, I’m running like the wind out of that place, no matter how adorable that boy might be.

Maybe it’s just because I’m no longer in college and have experienced actual real, bill paying, 401k investing, cooking things that are not from a box, life.

There are some days when I wish I could go back, but then I remember all the things that made me flip the switch and I think that some things are better left in the past.

Until next time,

C. Brooks

Be a Better Baker

Goooooood Monday morning!!

Now despite what the title of my post says, this is not about how to become the best Betty Crocker you could ever be. Although, now that I think about it, that post could definitely come in handy too for when I become a housewife/trophy wife combo.

Juuuuuuust kidding.

Kinda.

Anywho, this is all about Monday’s Makeup baking technique. You may be thinking, “I’d prefer to not bake anything onto my face, thankyouverymuch.” But seriously, y’all, it’s the best makeup technique I’ve learned in a long time.

First, you’ll need these components:

  • Concealer #1 – I use Urban Decay’s 24/7 Concealer Pencil in FBI (each pencil color is named after a concealed government agency –they’re so cheeky, it kills me)
  • Concealer #2 – I use Mary Kay’s Concealer in Beige 1
  • Translucent Powder – I use Laura Mercier’s Translucent Loose Setting Powder and she gets all the praise emojis because, sweet baby Jesus, this stuff is good.
  • beautyblender – can be found anywhere from Sephora to Target in the beauty supplies area.

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    Da, da, da, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaa: I give you the beautyblender

  • Wedge Sponge – again, just head over to your neighborhood Target and pick yourself up some.
  • Makeup brush – I use a Contour Brush, but as long as it’s not a huge blush brush or Kabuki brush, it should work just fine.

The baking technique is going to give you ultimate coverage of your dark under eye circles and a good base for your blush and bronzer.

First, draw a triangle underneath your eye with Concealer #1. The point of the triangle should come to just the top of your cheekbone. Blend in the concealer with the the pad of your middle finger and stop just under your creases below your bottom lash line.

Then, place just a bit of Concealer #2 on the darkest part of your under eyes, usually on my orbital bone, and then sweep out with the pad of your middle finger. This is totally optional and only creates more coverage if you feel like you need it, but you can totally stop at one layer of concealer if you’d like. You do you, lady!

After, take the pointed part of your damp beautyblender and gently press and swipe your concealer into your skin to create more coverage. This is where you’ll sweep the beautyblender in upward strokes to get those under eye creases we were avoiding earlier.

Now time to bake!

Take your wedge sponge again and dampen it just a bit, and dip the base of the dampened wedge into the translucent powder. You really want a good heaping of powder on your skin, enough to see it still sitting on top.

You’ll put this thick layer of powder wherever you put your concealer. Leave it on for 5-10 minutes.

While you wait, I usually move onto doing my eye makeup and finishing my hair. Feel free to move about because the powder isn’t going anywhere. Trust.

I also like to put the same layering on my chin, right between my eyebrows, the bridge of my nose and just above my jawline so that I’ll have good highlighting for when I contour my face a bit.

The whole premise behind this technique is that the powder will “bake” onto your skin and give you more lasting coverage from your concealer and also give you smooth, photo-finish skin.

After the 5-10 minute wait, take your makeup brush and go to your spots covering the concealer and gently brush off the excess while using small strokes to also blend it into your skin. Continue doing this for all the spots on your face that you put the powder on.

You can also go back and blend the powder in under your eyes and around your face with the beautyblender.

Afterwards, you should have a lovely matte complexion and a smooth palate to put blush on or finish contouring.

If you want more guidance, I love this tutorial from makeup genius, Heidi Hamound.

Until next time my fellow bakers,

C. Brooks

Wise Words Wednesday – Drink Your H20

I’m currently dying.

But actually. The struggle is real.

Yesterday’s birthday festivities were so fun, but deciding that I would drink that last glass of wine was probably not the best life choice.

I skipped out of work early (with my boss’s blessing, btw) and decided to head to my apartment building’s pool. Of course I invited a couple friends and they brought wine, champagne and orange juice.

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perfect day for a good ol’ fashion pool party

Now, this would have been a super classy affair if not for one thing I forgot: glasses.

So we went back to our college days, or, rather, I went back to my college days, since those girls are still in school. We were just drinking straight from both bottles of champagne and orange juice, making makeshift mimosas.

I know, we’re some classy broads.

And because I didn’t bring glasses for mimosas, that means I didn’t have glasses for the wine either. So, you guessed it, we drank that straight from the bottle too.

I know you’re sitting here thinking, “These girls are perfect! How can we date them?!” Well, cool your jets, peeps because we are loving the single life.

But here’s where the Wise Words come in: drink water. Drink allllllllllll the water. Because then you can avoid wine hangovers with a headache that’ll knock you on your back.

So it’s a struggle this morning, but coffee helps so so much too. So drink allllllllllll the coffee too.

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Even with how sick I feel today, I wouldn’t change a thing about yesterday. It was the perfect golden birthday and I’m so lucky to have family and friends that make it so amazing.

Until next time,

C. Brooks

Bets and Birthdays

Goooooood morning all!

I just wanted to give an update with how long my apartment stayed clean…

4 days!!

I did laundry last night and I just didn’t have the drive or gumption to fold it. I’d even contemplate hiring someone to fold and put it all away for me, but I’m just a bit more broke than I’d like to be at the moment.

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Who’s coming to help fold?

It’s not going to get folded today either because it’s my birthday and you get to do what you want. So, I want to not fold my two weeks worth of laundry. It looks just fine on my couch. 🙂

I’ll keep you updated about the birthday shenanigans, but until then, I’ve got to keep at it because I didn’t take vacation today.

Hope you all have great days!

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It pays to have nice coworkers! 🙂

Until next time,

C. Brooks

Things You Could Do Instead

There’s like a flip that’s switched after a first date, I swear.

You go into the date like, “I just hope this isn’t painful.” And after you leave him, and you actually have fun, you decide you like him.

But only, like, a little bit. Nothing crazy.

Still, you wonder when he’ll text you to plan the next time you’ll meet up.

You totally weren’t invested in this shit that much before the date. But after, you’re just too excited about the boy, so you put your phone on loud and will him to send you something.

Anything.

It could be the freaking Bat Signal for all you care.

Still nothing? Crap.

I’ve fallen into this trap many a times before, so I’ve devised a list of things you can do instead of waiting and willing for him to give you the green light.

1. Clean your apartment.

2. Organize your sock drawer.

3. Figure out how Kim Kardashian does her favorite selfie pout.

4. Proceed to take 40 selfies to find one good one to post.

5. Go through your old high school photos on Facebook and delete all of the embarrassing photos that were once seen as ‘cute’ and ‘freaking hilarious’ because I can assure you they are no longer ‘cute’ or ‘freaking hilarious.’

4. Find some string and make a friendship bracelet for your BFF. Hey, girl, hey!

5. Learn how to sew on a button. Because that shit is useful, that’s why.

6. Take your dog for a walk. No dog? Imagine you have one and go for a walk.

7. Call your mom. Lord knows she’s got something she’s been meaning to tell you.

8. Organize your pantry without eating anything from it in the process. #selfcontrol #HBIC

9. Take out your computer to work remotely.

10. Put the computer back into your bag; you know you aren’t going to do any work at a time like this.

11. Go through your iPhone and delete your unused apps. Why keep the Drink Counter? You’re out of college, sober up enough to count your own damn drinks.

12. Cut all your split ends –and don’t pretend like you don’t have ’em. Literally everyone does. Ugh.

13. Remember all the starving people in the world. Buck up, kiddo, people have worse situations than you.

14. Watch a couple episodes of Friends to do away with the guilt trip I’ve just put you on.

15. Remind yourself that it’s only been one date. Cool it, lady. You got this. Go live your fabulous life and when you come back, there will probably be a carrier pigeon waiting for you with his plans to meet up.

Hey, it could happen. 😉

Until next time,

C. Brooks

They Shoot Single People, Don’t They?

It’s here.

The season almost every twenty-something dreads. No, I’m not talking about bikini season, although, that sucks the big one too.

I’m talking about wedding season.

c8371ab1d08dac57241a455b31f7eac8The season of taffeta vs organza, black tie preferred vs cool and casual and open vs cash bar. Oh, and who can forget the free-roaming bridezillas that walk among us all –watch yo back, betches!

Of course, being a single twenty-something at the wedding, I dread the question, “so…when do you think you’ll take the plunge?”

To this question, my heart always speeds up a bit and I answer with a polite and funny-but-true answer of, “well, I’m thinking about getting a dog in a year or so…but not sure I can really commit yet.”

Seriously, being single at weddings blows. You’re surrounded by love and heart-shaped everything and people crying left and right.

But actually. It’s like the ‘someone just cut onions’ or ‘dammit!! I just stepped on a Lego’ type of crying. Yikes.

In all reality though, there are worse things than going to a wedding single, but you still have to mentally prepare yourself for all the love you’ll be witnessing.

This is why I’ve devised some tips that help me get through the singles hunting season almost completely unscathed. I say “almost” because no one can un-see your grandma “drop it like it’s hot” on the dance floor.

1. Don’t wear white. Just don’t. The bride is already freaked out enough hoping that her 4 ft ice sculpture doesn’t melt before the reception and that the doves will be released at the exact moment the “I dos” are spoken, much less worrying that some of her bridezilla spotlight will be stolen by your off-white, but too-white-to-wear-to-a-wedding dress.

2. Don’t feel the need to subject yourself to the bouquet toss. This tradition, I’m convinced, was created by men to see cat-fights in short little dresses. Let’s save the chick fights for their day dreams and let the tradition die out quietly.

3. Don’t hook up with more than one member of the bridal party. These are the closest people to the bride and groom, so chances are, if you’re close to them, you’ll see these people again and again, meaning you’ll want to avoid any awkward situations that might occur at the next morning’s champagne brunch. So, if you must, just pick one and focus all of your liquid courage on that person.

4. Speaking of liquid courage, don’t drink to the point of no return. Sure, it’s fun to take shots with everyone, but no one likes an overtly drunk wedding guest. They just make the bride uncomfortable and worrying about what dumb thing they’ll do next. Save yourself the hangover and celebrate responsibly.

5. This one may be the most important rule for your awesome single self to follow:

Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT feel the need to explain to your grandma, aunt, great uncle or anyone else why you are single. Whether you’re a young twenty-something or a 50 year old, you don’t have to explain your life choices to anyone. You do you on your own time. Plus, it’s way too fun to hit on all the hot groomsmen anyway. 😉

Until next time,

C. Brooks

#likeagirl

Good morning, patriots!*

*said in my most peppy Elle Woods voice

This morning I woke up with newfound hope from two things:

1. I’ve realized I’ve lost eight, as in EIGHT, pounds in the past month and a half!

2. I beat all the men in my work’s golf league group last night.

Now the first, I just had to throw in there because I’m so freaking excited that I’m able to lose weight without running and I just had to tell someone. I’m beginning to come to terms with the fact that I may never be able to run any distance races again, but I’m going to keep trying!

The second thing I had to tell you because I’m just so proud I was able to show those men that 22 year old women are nothing to be trifled with.

The round yesterday started welcoming enough, after the three men I’d be golfing with realized they’d be playing with someone in a ponytail and a golf skirt. I had hit my drive off the first tee perfectly and it went straight down the fairway.

Disgruntled and discombobulated, two of the three men I was golfing with, didn’t do as well as me.

As one of the younger men, we’ll call him Tyler, made his second swing, he wiffed it and the ball went about five feet in front of him.

That’s when the oldest man, we’ll call him Old Man Bob, yelled over to Tyler saying, “You hit like a girl!”

Now, my first thought to hearing that was that I had heard better comebacks in the third grade, but then the second thing was, “Hey!! I hit like a girl too, but I am a girl!! Ass!!!!!”

Of course, I kept this thought to myself.

But for the next six holes, Old Man Bob kept making sexist comments about how the two other men were hitting like girls and that I didn’t have to worry about doing well because I’m a young girl who’s just joined the league.

That only fueled my fire to like a blow torch degree.

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It was raining all throughout my round, but I still kicked butt!

How dare he think that because I’m a woman, I can’t hit a tiny white ball better than he can! Sexist prick.

On the seventh hole, he decides to approach me again. “Now, you probably won’t hit it all the way to the corner on this dogleg, but try to aim there anyway.”

Again, I think, “HOW DARE YOU!!!”

This corner of the dogleg that he’s talking about is probably only about 150 yards from my tee box, so I can reach that easily with my driver, but he has the audacity to talk down to me, when I’ve been playing better than him all round.

I stepped up to the tee, took a couple practice swings, took a deep breath and let it rip.

The golf gods must have been on my side because it went sailing right down the fairway, a little to the left and in perfect position –past the corner.

Old Man Bob looked a little shocked while walking away. Tyler came up to me and said it was a great drive and that Old Man Bob shouldn’t have underestimated me because I’d been hitting them down the fairways all day.

To which I answered with, “If I want to hit the corner, I’m going to damnwell hit that corner!”

After all the holes were finished for the round, I ended up ahead of all of the men in my group, including Old Man Bob and I hope I made him eat his sexist words.

I’m damn proud I hit like a girl! Maybe he should try it sometime.

Until next time,

C. Brooks