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My Simplicity: (Mostly) Bare Face

Honey Bee Natural MakeupDisclaimer: No where in this post do I imply that makeup is bad, that women who wear it are dumb, that I’m somehow superior because I’ve downsized, or anything else that might be perceived by me saying I got rid of all of my makeup.

Makeup is so much fun. I started wearing it when I was in 6th grade, when my parents stopped at a Bath and Body Works on our way to visit family and bought me the essentials. Remember when B&B Works used to carry makeup?!

In high school I wore it because I was terribly insecure. In college I wore it because I wanted to, and because it was fun to experiment/get all hott looking to go out dancing with ma ladies. In my twenties, I’ve worn it because I’d been wearing it for so long that there was no reason to stop. But the for last year and a half or so, I’ve found myself wearing it less and less. I think it’s been a combination of being a mom to a very energetic boy + starting to appreciate what my skin looks like bare that has contributed to my decline in makeup-wearing. I think the only thing that kept me hanging on was my hereditary raccoon eyes. Even as I’ve grown more satisfied with how I look, that’s the one thing that was still hard to accept as an imperfection, so I’d put makeup around my eyes to lighten them up. Well when you do that, you might as well put makeup on your whole face.

About two months ago, I woke up and looked at myself in the mirror. I have no idea how or why this happened, but I was just completely and 100% happy with what I saw looking back at me, raccoon eyes and all. The one small freckle I have on my nose, the kind-of-flushed cheeks and my blonde eyebrows make up the canvas of my face, and they are just fine. It became clear to me that morning that the countertop organizer and vintage traveling case full of makeup… it was time to go. At that point, I rarely put the stuff on anyway, and when I did, I used maybe a fifth of my massive collection. I had started to notice that the few times I would put makeup on, my skin would break out. It wasn’t used to wearing anymore, and I guess couldn’t breathe.

I chucked most of the stuff, and pulled out the newer palettes/expensive products to give to my friends who love makeup. I had one brief momentary panic attack as I placed all of it in a bag to give away; “what happens if I change my mind?” I asked myself. I walked back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror again and reminded myself that I was happy with what I was seeing. It was going to be ok!

I decided not to be a complete granola bar, and looked up some natural alternatives. I wanted to be able to use a little for certain occasions, like dates with Daniel or church on Sunday. Just enough to give me a smooth, natural look without making me break out. I found some great DIY recipes for making my own, but felt too lazy to figure that crap out, so I just drove up to my local health food store to see what options they had available. They carry this line called Honey Bee Gardens, an organic/natural alternative to regular cosmetics. I left with a pressed powder foundation, a black mascara and a bronze eye shadow as seen above.

So far, I’m really into my choices! I use the foundation and mascara if I’d like to look a little more refined, and I break out the bronze eye shadow for REAL SPECIAL occasions, like date nights. I think I might eventually pick up a few more eye shadows, but for now I love having two options: no makeup, or a very minimal amount of makeup. I genuinely HATE getting up really early to get ready, so this new almost-free makeup life works for me.

Granola jokes aside, I think that it’s important to be okay with what you look like, whether you wear lots of makeup, a little bit or none at all. You were created by a Creator who treasures you and thinks you’re beautiful. Can you doll that face up? You sure can. I follow some makeup artists on Instagram who do incredible work with makeup, and I love it! But do you have to wear makeup to be the best version of you? Nah.

Ladies, you’re lovely. Freckles, blemishes, uneven skin, raccoon eyes and all… you’re all lovely!

 

We <3 Orange Juice

We <3 Orange JuiceThis is turning out to be citrus week on my blog, I guess.

If there’s anything that this family is, it’s an orange juice family. It just so happens that all 3 of us would much rather drink orange juice than eat an orange. I feel like when you eat an orange, you end up being so sticky, and it always seems like more work than it’s worth. The only time in my life when I ate oranges more than I drank orange juice was when I went to North Greenville University, where there were an abundance of oranges and fake orange juice to drink. I like the real deal, but that’s just me.

I grew up a city girl, so doing things like squeezing fresh orange juice wasn’t something I even thought you could do until I was a late teenager. I discovered an old citrus juicer way in the back of a cabinet, and decided to use it. The magical contraption made the best tasting orange juice I’d had so far at that point in my life.

During my first trimester this year, I went through an extreme orange juice phase. It just so happened to be around the time oranges were at their peak this year, back in February. Our local produce market had citrus busting out of the building, and I found this one particular orange (that I of course cannot remember the name of) that was insanely juicy, tart and cheap. 10 oranges for a dollar is basically stealing. So I would buy them by the twenties and squeeze two every morning and afternoon into a glass to drink. It was one of the only things I could keep down during that time.

Last week, while Abe and I were out doing our grocery shopping rounds, he asked if we could make orange juice. It turns out, summer time is not the most cost efficient season to make your own, as Daniel went to pick some up for me, and it was 10 for five dollars, and they only had the sunkist ones. But whatever, we bought them anyway, and the ten oranges ended up making a whole pitcher of juice.

We <3 Orange JuiceWe had a little juicer that just wasn’t cutting it, plus it was lost for a while. We inherited this one from a late family friend, and so far it works great. Thanks Mr. Fellner!

We <3 Orange JuiceHe wanted to do it all, and he actually did a really great job. I thought he’d be tired after a couple, but he kept juicing away.

We <3 Orange JuiceThis kid is a hot mess. Bug bites, markers… he lives his life.

Fresh Orange JuiceI like my orange juice really cold and with the most pulp possible. I know I’m mostly alone on that one, as almost everyone I’ve asked likes theirs pulp free.

Here’s how I feel about it: when it comes to orange juice, IMA DO ME.

Middle School Megan On: The Disposable Camera

The Disposable CameraAround 5th grade is when I started taking interest in capturing the funny/what I thought was important moments of my life, and that year I got a poloroid camera. I seriously thought I was the coolest person on the planet when I used that thing, but man, film for it was expensive. Once I got into middle school, I discovered the disposable camera.

The Disposable CameraThis amazing, one-time-use tool was A MUST for any special events at school, and ESPECIALLY youth group trips and parties. It was very important to me that I made sure I had all of the best moments captured on film to look over once the trip was done. Here’s a few things I noticed about the disposable camera:

1) You had to have at least one per trip. Two was preferable, and sometimes I’d get to take two with me if there was some kind of sale at Walgreens.

2) Boys never had them. They just didn’t care at all about memories, apparently (or maybe they were more concerned with actually living the moments instead of worrying about capturing them on film, haha).

3) It was a REALLY BIG DEAL to make sure the next time you showed up at youth group, you had your pictures on hand to show everyone.

I remember coming home from the last day of school, fuge or the canoe trip (there will be posts for those, don’t worry) and the first thing I’d ask my mom was if we could go to Walgreens and drop off my disposables for the one-hour development. IF she wanted to take me right away, we usually didn’t get the one-hour photo option because it was a little more expensive. The anticipation was almost too much to bare, as I waited to see the images I shot of me and my best friends, the gross cabin we stayed in and my crush who wasn’t paying attention. I remember one year not getting my camp pictures in time for the next youth group gathering, and feeling like such a failure.

What even is middle school life?!

When I told Daniel that boys almost never had them on trips, he said that he definitely used them. However, he was too busy snapping pictures of landscapes and monuments that he forgot to get pictures of actual people. So, as an adult, he’s left with bad quality pictures of landmarks instead of himself and his friends. #DisposableCameraFAIL

In looking through some old pictures from my middle school years, I realized that my style for pictures back then is similar to my style now. I’ve always loved to capture shots of the people I care about in the middle of whatever they are doing or saying. Of course, I had plenty of posed shots with me and my friends. But, I was definitely that girl that walked around and saw a funny moment and made sure to snap a picture of it before anyone noticed. I guess that’s the people-watcher in me.

The Disposable CameraI’m fairly certain that’s a middle finger in the corner. Thanks Greg. Or Craig, whatever your name was.
This was at C-Fuge in Ridgecrest, North Carolina.  The quality of a disposable camera picture was definitely sub-par, especially at night. But in middle school, you just do not care.
Ok… I had a crush on this kid so hard. Like, obsessively hard. His name was Jason something, and somehow my friends and I orchestrated it so that I could sit next to him on the way to camp that year. We never spoke, but my friend Tiffany took this picture.
This was probably from my first canoe trip. Robert Miller was one of the few high schoolers that was always really nice to me. The abundance of pictures I have with my finger in the way is amusing.
I’m pretty sure this was taken after we had won a scavenger hunt around town. Braces and a middle part- the components of a middle school girl in the late 90’s.
This was Riding Shotgun, our youth group band. I wanted to be Genie SO BAD.Erica Demers, the one in the back… she was the meanest. Erica, if you’re reading… I forgive you, haha. Look at all of that spiky, gelled hair. I can’t remember what this class was called, but we put on the morning announcements every day. Look at that Space Jam poster, you guys!

Little Yessi, and her disposable camera!