Admit it, this holiday season sucked. As did the entirety of 2015, so far. Did anyone buy you perfect wedge boots? No. No they did not. And now, here you are, stepping in cat puke in your bare feet. What's wrong with the cat? You'll figure it out tomorrow. Today is for buying your own damn boots.
The Toast's previous coverage of sacrifice and dark ritual can be found here, and our coverage of makeup tips can be found here. Hello girlies! That time of year is upon us again. The decorations are up, the bells are ringing—but if you're anything like me, all you can think about is “What am I going to wear?” The High Holidays can be so stressful and sometimes it feels like makeup should be…
This is the story of how an awkward, funny-looking teenager became an awkward (funny-looking but working it) woman who loves make-up, nail art and all things sparkly. Now, darlings, when I say I was awkward, I feel like you don't yet understand the severity of the situation. Please see conclusive evidence below:
Is that clearer now? May I direct your attention to the glasses which covered approximately 99% of my face?
I was finishing beauty school right around the same time Sex and the City was ending. I looooved Sex and the City back then. I used to watch it more or less every day. I was 21 years old, I had no friends, and their relationships seemed like a dream--just four women trading quippy quips about shoes or whatever all day long. Even as a considerably less intelligent 21-year-old, I always knew there were bad…
