Moving has always been a traumatic experience for me, largely on account of my slightly ridiculous emotional attachments to VBT (Very Breakable Things). This includes--but is not limited to--knick-knacks, picture frames, fancy cups, and makeup. Oh-ho, yes indeed, my friends, make-up is EXTREMELY breakable. Just 3 months ago, I found myself weeping over one of my magnetic palettes filled with Pumpkin & Poppy products, including the unique Gold Dust highlighter and my beloved (and very limited edition) Cobblepot eyeshadow. One of the products had shattered and coated the entire palette in red dust, ruining every other product in the palette, plus the palette itself. A little over 3 years before that, my dear uncle was greatly regretting his offer to help me move to my first apartment when I spent half of the day fussing over my makeup collection, taping it down and anchoring it to his truck until it was the beauty equivalent of Fort Knox.
In other words, I don't like moving, and a lot of that has to do with how much I love my makeup.
That being said, there's something very refreshing about unpacking all of your boxes and reorganizing. I downright enjoy arranging my stuff, and in fact, the pictures you see represent my third re-arrangment in less than 2 days. (So I like making stuff look pretty. Sue me.)
But enough of me blathering. Let's get on to the PORN.
For the past decade or so, my dresser has been what some might call a "little kid dresser." I prefer to call it "an anal-retentive hoarder's paradise." Until this morning, the top of my dresser was home to half a dozen stuffed animals, assorted knick-knacks, a small pile of scarves and t-shirts that needed sorted, and a labeling system I put in to place to keep my well-meaning family from stuffing my clothes in to the wrong drawers. (NOTE: Said system was ultimately ineffective--I'm still finding socks in my jeans drawer.)
I decided that hey, I'm 24 years old and living here for the forseeable future. Why not cover my dresser in classier piles of shit and call it a day? So I packed down my cat statuettes and 1970s Woodstock plushie, kept just a few of my knick-knacks out, and raided my mother's cupboards for exceptionally functional glasswear. I now have about 1/3 of my collection lookin' pretty on my dresser.
Eyes, Cheeks, Brushes, Pencils, and Lip Care
(aka, Abusing Antiques and Stuffing Shit in to Cups)
If you've followed me on YouTube, this stuff probably looks pretty familiar...and pretty fuzzy. Sorry, my cat decided it would be awesome to nuzzle my brushes RIGHT before I put them on to the dresser. Sigh. Anyway, the Pilsner glass doesn't fit in with the rest of the decor, but it does fit my most-used brushes and I got it on an outing with my father, so it's kind of a necessity. To the left of that, you'll see my mascaras, my lash primer, my lash curler, and the liners/pencils I use very regularly. Off to the right is a small cup of cream and liquid cheek products, some of which I use constantly (Benefit High Beam, Kevyn Aucoin Creamy Moist Glow in Tansoleil, and MAC Cream Color Base in Pearl), some of which I'm trying to use more (Becca Beach Tint in Watermelon, NARS Illuminator in
Orgasm, and NYX Stick Blush in Pink Lotus). I have a major lady boner for creams, by the way, so be prepared for lots of those.
Base Makeup and Lip Products
(aka, Proof That I'm a Lipstick Junkie)
Anyway: I used this old Smashbox container to hold the base products I use pretty much every day. Again, this is not a surprise to those who watch me on YouTube: a dollop of Kevyn Aucoin Sensual Skin Enhancer that I slapped in to a container, a small container of Too Faced Shadow Insurance, generic face sunblock, Skindinavia Setting Spray, MAC Face & Body foundation, MAC Mineralized Skin Finish Natural, and theBalm Mary Lou-Manizer. Mary Lou is technically a highlighter, and I don't use it EVERY day, but I use it tons and the compact is effin' cute, so there you have it.
Skin and Hair Care, Perfumes, Polishes, and the Rest of My Stash
(aka, The Tower of Makeup Mount Doom)
I love my big sister, but DAMN, can she sprawl! We have the largest bedroom in the house, but 2/3 of it is consumed by her shoe rack, her computer desk, and her double bed. (I still sleep in a twin--it's a long story.) Hence, my space in the room amounts to: 1) my dresser, 2) the cavernous wasteland under my bed, and 3) what you see here. Lucky for me, the stuff that I collect--makeup, scarves, coins, and shoes--is mostly-easy to squish in to a small space.
I've been going through my collection and purging stuff for a blog sale (to be posted here ASAP, I promise), and I decided that every polish I own--besides my Glee minis--must fit in this fold-out box. Considering there is room for all of 1 polish in this box as it stands now, that means I'm essentially on a nail polish no-buy for the time being. I got really lazy about painting my nails this past semester, as I was completely zombified by endless portfolio rewriters, but now that I've got plenty of free time and my complete collection of colors back, I think not buying nail polish is gonna be a biiiiiit harder than it was before. Just a bit. A tiny amount. A smidge. I hope. I haven't been able to use some of these for months, though, because they were back here in PA, so maybe that will occupy the Evil Money-Eating Lemmings in my head for a while.
The Top of the Tower
(aka, Downsizing a Perfume Collection is Like Tearing Out Your Fingernails: Painful and Smelly)
Thanks to the fact that I am stupidly picky about what I put on my face and hair, and thanks to how astronomically difficult it is to ship a metric ton of perfume bottles, this is a relatively small and "elite" assortment. You'll see all of two things back in the hair care section: the DryFast glaze that magically morphed my frizzy hair in to a manageable mass (alliteration, ho hum!) and a smelly but kinda cool texturizing spray. Seriously. That's it. That's all I put in my hair. I mean, sometimes I might do a small amount of hairspray or a spritz of Static Guard, but that's pretty rare, and I'm a terrible person who just steals her mom's hairspray.
On the right, I keep my not-used-every-day or for-bathtime-not-face-painting-time skincare. I have an Elizabeth Arden hydrating mask and the infamous 8 Hour Cream, plus some body sunblock and my Eucerin Q-10 moisturizer for sensitive skin. Baby oil is my makeup remover of choice. Two of my most trusted products--C.O.Bigelow Rosebud Salve and Avon Nurtura night cream--round out this chunk o' stuff.
On the left...well, that's a painful sight. You see, I used to own triple that amount of perfume, but shipping it would be extremely difficult, so I had to downsize. I have four "mini" perfumes: Haus of Gloi Moon Dog and Peach Mama (not pictured), Gucci Guilty Intense, and DKNY Be Delicious. The two full-sized perfumes I kept were Neroli Jasmine and, of course, my beloved Ghost Deep Night EDT. The two cordial dishes (God, my mom is gonna be pissed the next time she has a dinner party and can't find her nice flatware) hold my One Hand Washes the Other solid scents in one, my sample vials and decants in the other.
Inside the Drawers