Sunday Inspiration: Beauty

 

Cleaning Your Makeup Blending Sponge

When it comes to make up, I am a big ol' girly-girl.  I love the stuff!  I wear it almost every day.  If you have ever seen me without makeup - we were on a beach somewhere, or for some reason you have been around me just before I went to sleep or in the wee hours of the morning.  (or you're some creepy stalker type person, but I know you're not)

When you love wearing and applying makeup like I do, your applicators get dirty pretty quick.  And not washing them leads to muddy looking makeup and clogged pores. In the past I have shared how I wash my makeup brushes.

A while back I began using a sort of egg-shaped makeup sponge for applying my foundation, as well as blending my concealer and contouring.   This handy tool also gets gunky rather quickly.

Look at all the old makeup in that sponge! EW!

I use the same supplies to clean my sponge as I do for my brushes - Dove dish soap and water.  I begin by mixing a quarter cup of the dish soap and 3 cups of warm water in a bowl deep enough to submerge the sponge.

Dip the sponge into the soapy water and give it several good squeezes.  You'll see makeup start coming out of the sponge immediately

Let the sponge soak for a little while.  I've left it for as long as a couple of hours.

See hoe much the water has changed?  All of that was hiding inside the sponge!

Now it's time to rinse.  Take your time with this and be thorough.  You don't want any soap remaining inside your sponge.  So, rinse and squeeze.  Rinse and squeeze.  Repeat.  Repeat.  Repeat.

Once you're satisfied that your sponge is free from soap, squeeze out any excess water and allow it to air dry.

I rinse my makeup sponge after every use and try to wash it about once a week to keep it clean and help it to last longer.

Let me know if you try this method and how it works for you!

Sunday Inspiration: Beauty

What's A Curl To Do?

There was a little girl,

Who had a little curl,

Right in the middle of her forehead.

And when she was good,

She was very good indeed.

But when she was bad she was horrid.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I’m a curly girl.

I know… it’s hard to tell when you look at the pictures of me in my profile. But that’s because I often give in to the straight hair obsession around me and go at it with a straightening gel, a blow dryer and round brush, and a flat iron.

Being curly isn’t easy.

It means living in fear of even slight humidity, knowing full good and well that the frizz factor of your hair is directly related to the moisture level in the air.

It means having to do something with your hair every day, because one night of sleep causes either a) flattened curls leaving an odd crop-circle type thing on the side or back of your head; or b) a total fuzzy, frizzy mess.

It means living with mixed messages as women you know tell you all the time “oh, if I had curls like that…” But show up sporting a blow out and the same woman says “oh, your hair looks soooo good like that!”

What is it about curly hair that seems to make some people uncomfortable on a deep mental level? Do our curls bring up images of Medusa and her head full of snakes?

Is it a subconscious fear that we are personally as wild and out of control as our hair? The wild woman  or bad girl is often portrayed with a head full of spirals. And often in a blazing shade of red. But I digress – there’s probably enough fodder there for an entirely new article.

It means that on a good day it is my crowning glory of waves and twists. On a bad day it is the frazzled uncontrollable bane of my existence.

All this leads to a complete love/hate relationship with my curly hair. Is it any wonder that the sleek, shiny waves that can be obtained with heated instruments is so tempting?

But after fighting my hair’s natural tendencies for too long, and considering a number of factors (not the least of which was the discovery of the 2011 article “In Defense of Curly Hair” by Judith Newman); I am choosing to embrace my curls once again. I am switching to sulfate free shampoo, and stocking up on good conditioners, leave in moisturizers and balms. I am using the diffuser that came with my blow dryer – when I actually use the blow dryer. I’ve put away the flat iron. I’m giving the curls free range. (maybe not completely free – I’m keeping them somewhat tame with plenty of creams, serums, and balms)

I may come to regret it as summer comes around full of hazy, hot, humid days to make me fight the frizz. But we’ll deal with that when the time comes. I may even from time to time yield to the siren song of the flat iron calling me to live out my fairy tale princess fantasy of silky, shiny, wavy tresses. (But let’s not forget – even Disney finally gave a princess a wild mop of red curls with the release of Brave!)

Join me curly girls! Toss out the straighteners and hold your curling serums high!

Love your curls!