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The four habits that form habits.
These are pretty spot on (and funny to boot).
Buy the damn plane ticket.
My manicures are forever messed up within minutes because I can't wait for them to dry. Picking up one of these products ASAP.
Canadian problems.

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journal day 9

Makeup

How would you say your upbringing or background has shaped your idea of beauty? Were you taught to apply makeup or do you hair by your mother or friends? If not, where did you observe what is now your norm as far as beauty practices? And although most of us have been inundated by different cultural beauty "norms" via the media, would you say that television and magazines have had a strong impact on shaping what you think of as beautiful? This week, write about your idea of beauty—how your background has shaped it and what that means for you today.

Here is the original post on Sometimes Sweet.

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My intro to makeup and beauty practices started when I was quite young. I was a competitive figure skater until I graduated high school, so once I started competing, makeup came into my life. At first it started with lipstick—and I fought hard about it! I didn’t like it. I grew my hair out really long and never liked to brush it, so it was always a tangled mess or in a ponytail. For competitions I ended up a little bit more put together, but outside of that, I was pretty plain jane.

I started to wear makeup daily when I turned 13. Something lead me to starting to wear eyeliner, and I wore black eyeliner every day throughout eighth grade. I just did what I wanted and thought it looked good. My mom doesn’t wear too much makeup and never has. Just basics for her. Eyebrows, a bit of tinted moisturizer and lipstick. At some time in 9th grade I started getting into hair and makeup. I was experimenting with my style and fashion choices (the tutus, DIY clothing, all sorts of stuff) and fell in love with the 80s. I started crimping my hair everyday, and wearing bright blue eyeshadow. It wasn’t a good look. When I eventually plucked my eyebrows into a shape, (on a band trip! My mom didn’t want me shaping them at this point…) I started filling them in. This started me on the path of makeup obsession and spending all my paycheques (from my fast food job) at the MAC pro store that had just opened. I spent all my time online in beauty and makeup forums (the days before YouTube!) and started learning as much as I could about makeup. Throughout high school I seriously considered becoming a makeup artist, but my career interests ended up changing!

I don’t think my idea of beauty has ever really been about adhering to norms. I’ve changed my ‘look’ so many times that changing things up occasionally is a part of who I am. The women (and men) around me have never shown me that physical beauty needs to be anything in specific. While I am sure that societal "norms" on beauty have impacted me, my views toward what I think is beautiful is mainly about self-expression. How I look is an extension of my personality—how I present myself to the public and ultimately to myself.  My beauty routines now are much more simple, and are ultimately just a part of me and how I express myself. I love makeup and hair, and I don’t think that will ever change. It’s a fun for me, and allows me to show who I am.

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I definitely did not learn any makeup tips from my mama. She’s always gone barefaced and often opted for au-naturel hair. On the contrary, I don’t think that I’ve left the house sans-make or worn my hair naturally for a good decade. I remember being in 5th grade and making friends with some of the cool 6th grade girls. I had never used makeup and more often than not left my hair natural, which I might add is a bit of a big, wavy mess. Straight hair was all the rage, but I couldn’t have a hair straightener, so I took matters into my own hands by straightening my hair with a clothes iron. Shortly after that, my parents caved and bought me a hair straightener. I’ve used one pretty much every day since. In sixth grade, my mother surprisingly let me dye my hair. It was supposed to be a shade of red, but since we did it at home it didn’t turn out well and I was left with a very brassy blonde shade for the better part of the next year. Not a good look (although tragically reminiscent of my hair right now…). Girls started wearing makeup in junior high and I wasn’t allowed. I did anyway though. I would leave home earlier before catching the bus so that I had time to put on makeup in the bathroom of the convenience store, and would also stop there after school to take it off (OH, the numerous beauty blunders I have committed over the years....).

If you catch my drift here, the beauty norms that I learned were definitely based on what my peers were doing and the desire to fit in. Very few of the women in my family make a big fuss about adhering to the beauty norms presented by society. Not to say that they aren’t put together, but they definitely don’t appear to make a huge deal about it. For the last couple of years, I haven’t put a whole lot of fuss into it myself. I had a solid beauty routine down that was simple and streamlined. I’ve only recently gotten a bit more back into the game, but my perception of beauty and why I wear makeup and do my hair and whatever else has definitely changed. It’s less about fitting in, because I’m sure that no one could care less if my hair and makeup are pristine (although I do get the “you look tired” comments when I’m not gussied up), and more about expression and really carving out an image for myself. I’ll be featuring a lot more beauty related posts on aussi belle, so if you’re interested in reading more, make sure to pop on over.

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procrastination station

It's a rainy, rainy day today in Ottawa. Not only that, but my last final exam of undergrad is tonight! Which means I am inside reviewing for my exam. Which also means taking outfit pictures was a perfect way to take a break/procrastinate a little bit. I'm still not much of a style blogger, and finding places to take photos (especially in our apartment) is tough... so this is what happened. Please don't mind our falling-off-the-wall Polaroid display...

 

I am really into light wash denim. I don't know what it is, maybe the warmer weather that has been happening and a longing for sunshine and brighter days. I am usually a dark or black denim kind of gal, but these jeans are my new favourite. Something about them just feels more like a true 'jean' to me... The fit, the wash... I love them. 


A little while back Sam posted the link to Jean Stories and I have really loved reading about other people's favourites and how they approach wearing denim. If I were telling you my jean story right now, it would be all about these high rise, skinny Levi's. I'm on the hunt right now for a looser, more 'boyfriend' style pair of jeans right now, and am thinking I'd like something along the line of the classic Levi's 501. 


Variations of this outfit have been my uniform lately. Dressier for work, and super casual for days like today. Also! These photos serve as a 'look at my new (unfinished) tattoo' post. Kind of... 

What have you been wearing lately?
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