Yesterday, I had rather a something of an event with a beauty product, a sort-of a cross between a proverbial cowboy showdown (not to be confused with hoedown, I have found) and a triumphant Eureka! moment.
It all happened like this: I was innocently rootling through my makeup stash for some products with which a young lady (such as myself) might like to experiment with on a dull Saturday afternoon when I came across a black-eyed nemesis. I tried to ignore the petulant cries of the sad and abandoned and focused my attentions instead on putting together several (unsuccessful) makeup looks.
And then it came to eyeliner - and it was all too easy to go with the Shiseido Fine Eyeliner Pen, whose services have flirty-flicked many a liquid-lined lady in their time. Instead, my attention fell to the plaintive cries of a makeup product cast asunder. And yesterday, as simply nothing could hold my attention for more than ten minutes at a time, I decided upon something: to sit and use the damn product until I damn well liked it.
There are echoes of the draconian in this little lesson, but this product (and its high price-tag) spectacularly failed to wow me when I bought it way back in January. And I bought it with my birthday money, which means that any fail which occurs on my birthday gets double negativity points.
So, I sulkingly faced off the Lancôme Artliner as it lassoed my heart and defined my eyes perfectly first time. I rubbed my eyes in cartoonish disbelief and removed my makeup for a second try; the same result second time around. It was like that magical moment when you accidentally drop that slice of toast in the morning, and it lands topping side up, except this happened over and over again.
And while the Artliner is still not my favourite of liquid liners, it has a growing fondness somewhere in my heart; no, it's not black enough and it's taken me so long to get used to I fear that maybe I'm just too old for all this...
Have any of you had any beauty EUREKA! moments recently?