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I’m Wearing Expired Makeup Today. And Like Jimmy Cracked Corn—I Don’t Care!

Because Roman is going to be using the upstairs guest room, and that’s also where I put my makeup on every morning, I decided to tidy up a bit.

This is the “hidden” dirt that came off my vanity. It’s painted black so it’s difficult to sometimes see where the dirt is!  This is all from eyeshadow and powders!

Then one thing led to another and I decided to go through drawers and clean—really clean.

I found Euros!!  But—they’ll be saved for our next visit overseas-I can’t spend them here.

This is a sampling of the euros I found!  I need to take a flight to France so I can spend this.  CityPharma please!

Also found—or rather, rediscovered, was a stash of old Trish McEvoy makeup.  I’m telling you, there is a reason that I’ve never trashed this.

In this case, is a bunch of overpriced stuff….read on…

I’ll tell you the story.

Oh…. about 12 years ago—possibly 13 years ago, I wasn’t feeling too great about myself.  My longest-divorce-in-the-State-of-New-Jersey hadn’t yet been finalized. Bonaparte and I were dating.  Oona was still in high school—her senior year.   I was living in a small apartment which was awful.  I was stressed and…well, if you’ve been through this stuff—you know what I’m talking about.

It was one of those weekends that I was visiting Bonaparte in PA and I decided to stop at Nordstrom.  I thought it would be a great idea to purchase a bit of makeup. My spirits needed lifting.

Now—understand, I had no money and was in serious debt at the time—but it didn’t stop me from doing what I’m about to tell you.

I stopped by the Trish McEvoy counter and a sales assistant must have sensed my vulnerability. She grabbed me and went into one of those “you-need-this-to-make-your-life-better” spiels.  I fell for it hook, line and sinker and before you know it, I purchased $400 worth of product and an overpriced case to house everything.

Some of the makeup is no longer with me—but the leftovers are in this case.  And it was hidden in the back of a drawer.  I took it out and decided to wear some of the eyeshadows and blush powders today.  All are expired—I mean, it’s been over ten years.

The best thing about this case is that it can store all my little samples. I forgot about this!

Powder blush and bronzer is no longer my friend but I managed to use it today.

I used the highlighter?  or is it blush?  whatever, I used that as an additional eye shadow.

How did it go?

I’ve been spoiled by other brushes because these ones are nothing to rave about–and they aren’t inexpensive either!

It went alright.  And I mean a solid alright.  Not great. Not bad.  Just average.

I have six shadows and eyeliners in here.  The shadows are not very pigmented!

The purple shadows, although everyone says are universally flattering—I’m not crazy about them.  Neutrals are still my thing.

I’m glad for the lack of pigment because I really don’t like “colored” eye shadow. I’ll stick to my neutrals!

Surprisingly, the bronzer and blush weren’t that bad.  I had to throw away the concealer because it was way too dark.

Truth?  I’ll keep the blush and bronzer for the summer when my skin is a bit sweaty.  

And I used some of the bronzer on my eyes.  I also used an eyebrow pencil.

Overall.  “Meh”–I do like the eyebrow pencil though!

Oh–and the reason that I kept this Trish McEvoy case and makeup was to teach me a serious lesson.  No makeup like that is worth $400. Not now. Not ever. Never.

And never ever purchase makeup when you feel bad about yourself.  Aggressive sales people will sniff you out the way a dog sniffs out a buried bone!  I’m not saying that all cosmetic sales assistants are aggressive—because they aren’t!!  But Trish McEvoy’s sales people are aggressive as all get out.  Even when I worked at Nordstrom, they were shameless.

I’m off to run errands now and pick up Roman.  Bread is baked and smells mighty fine!!!

What say you ladies?  Have you had experiences like this?  Let’s talk.

I’m listening to funk on Pandora Radio today.  Here’s some Atomic Dog—remember this?

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