Dior Mascara, originally uploaded by Klick Here.

When I was getting married, I did a lot of research on mascara. The way I figured it, there’s a chance you’ll cry, a chance you’ll get very hot in the heavy dress, a chance that your husband shoves cake in your face. (The last one was not something that happened to me. I had threatened him numerous times in advance.) Anyway, everyone said that Dior was the best. It was marketed as waterproof, but it sticks like a Sharpie onto your lashes. I was skeptical because Dior specifically listed it as not waterproof and I need the waterproof ones. I’m emotional and knew I would cry, but also because eye makeup seems to run down my face as the day wears on. I sucked it up though and purchased a tiny little tube for a whopping $23. This may not seem like a lot of some of you, but I have never paid more than $4 for mascara before.
I took it home, carefully cradled in my purse and fearful that it would be the one day a purse snatcher attacks me. I didn’t take it out of the box yet, but rather put it in a cool, dark place along with my favorite tube of lipgloss for the wedding. It was still 3 weeks away, but I wanted it all to be fresh and new on The Big Day. That’s how much faith I put into online product reviewers. I didn’t even test my new mascara before the wedding.
On The Big Day, my makeup artist coated my lashes with the mascara and I felt like a movie star. It stayed all night, without needing any touchups. And when I washed my face that night, it came off easily. Slightly skeptical that the mascara wasn’t magic and I was just in a happy mood from the wedding, I tried it the next day too. It still made me feel like a movie star.
I wore it, without fail, everyday for the next 3 months. When the tube started to dry out, I nearly cried. Dan tried to get me to purchase some more because I complained about how my CoverGirl mascara was crappy nearly everyday. I just couldn’t bring myself to purchase the expensive mascara again though-there was no special reason. So I suffered. And whined. And finally gave up on mascara completely.

…until today.

I figure that I saved myself about $20 from not wearing mascara since last April. (If you’re actually doing the math – $4 a tube, once ever 2 months because I’m paranoid about germs = $20ish) Not only that, but I made a purchase on Macys.com and needed to add an additional $10 to get free shipping and a free bonus gift. And I had a gift card. It was as if the fates lined up and lit the way.
My beautiful mascara arrives in 5-9 days. I placed the order exactly 3 hours ago and I have been obsessively checking it’s shipping status ever since. It hasn’t shipped yet, in case you’re wondering.

I had a point to this blog but by now I’ve forgotten what it is because I kept getting distracted by checking the shipping status.

Nursery Bedding, originally uploaded by Klick Here.

I went to the bookstore last week to pick up a new book. (Versus buying one I already own of course.) While I was there, I picked up a magazine that had been left lying on a table just so I could look at the picture of the world’s cutest child, who was poised on the front cover with a sun hat on. A pregnant woman shuffled over to me. That sounded rude… A pregnant woman waddled over to me. (There, much better.) She excitedly asked me “do you have kids?”
Alarmed by the fact that a stranger was talking to me, all I could do was shake my head no. She continued her animated one-sided conversation about how she’s expecting her first and she’s already on maternity leave even though she’s not due for 3 more months and how her husband is in the middle of preparing the nursery and how it’s a darling shade of pastel blue with crisp spring green accents and tiny frog details. She then turns back to me, as if suddenly realizing that I have been giving her a skeptical look this entire time because I am not entirely sure that she isn’t about to pull out a baby bottle from her ginormous purse and beat me over the head with it. “Have you picked out your future nursey design?”
Kepp in mind, I never once said I wanted to have kids.
“Um…no. I figured I’d wait until I was pregnant before I started preparing for a baby…”
She looked at me as though I just announced that I don’t give birth to my young, I eat them with tarter sauce.
“You HAVE to pick out your nursery theme now! It will give you good vibes when you and your husband are trying. And it’s like mental baby dust.”
“Baby dust?”
“Good luck dust, like pixie dust, but aimed for your womb.”
WHOA WHOA WHOA! Stranger discussing my womb! I don’t even discuss my womb!
“Uh…well, we’re not really trying yet…we’d kinda like to…”
She waved her hand at me as though my ramblings were not important in the grander scheme of things. “You should really start preparing. At least pick a few designers you like.” She then mentioned a few different baby bedding designers, all of which had cutsey names like “Annie Gracie Lacey Designs” or “Bumble Butt Bedding.” Then, with one hand on my shoulder, she told me that it was SO nice to meet me and that she wished us the best of luck and a sprinkle of baby dust.
When Dan and I start trying for kids, if I blow glitter in his face it’ll be symbolic of baby dust, not a general mood killer as he tries to wipe blinding glitter out of his eyeballs.

Hairspray, originally uploaded by Klick Here.

Dan gave me a pair of tickets to Hairspray for Christmas. We went to see the show last night and I am still recovering from my ADD attack. So many shiny things…
(The picture above was from the Paybill website. Not only are pictures not allowed in the theater, but my parents took my camera to Ohio with them. So, the picture is from a different cast than the tour cast we saw.)
I was a costume design major and as you can probably guess, flamboyant musicals were much more fun to design than a stereotypical period drama. As a result, I practically drool over the idea of going to see a musical with “jazz hands” and “happy toes” and all sorts of cheesy grins.
Dan and I are planning to get season tickets to the Orpheum for the upcoming season. Chicago, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and The Spelling Bee are planned for the 2008-2009 season. I’ve seen Joseph many times, so that one’s not that big a draw to me. But I’m excited to see the other three! And it was nice to do something different from our normal date nights.
When I asked Dan if he enjoyed it, he said he would prefer if he didn’t have to give up his last Man Card by answering that. Too late dear husband, too late.