When it comes to style I’m a bit of late bloomer. After a childhood of tripping over my bell-bottoms and wearing sparkle pants just a little bit too late to be cool I realized I was not destined to be a trendsetter ( if you don’t count my brief stint of dying a single hand green for two months when I was twelve.)
A momentous moment in my awkward style roadmap was the two year goth faze. I had a coffin backpack, a spike choker necklace and an uncharacteristically sunny disposition.
The look did not work for me:
Truth be told, I’ve always felt slightly out of step when it came to fashion. Some women have this almost magical ability to look put together where my appearance often looks like I log rolled out of bed and straight into my office.
Lately, in a mission to rectify my style impairment I’ve been leaning heavy on the Pinterest boards and trolling Sephora like a 13 year old who just discovered black eyeliner for the first time. Improvements have been made and I’ve accepted that one pair of converse sneakers does not in fact go with everything.
My biggest challenge thus far has been lip stick. I’ve always been more of a chap stick girl but that damn Taylor Swift and her gorgeous red lips have inspired me. Did you know that lip liner is a freakin’ pain in the ass? What the hell is feathering? Will I ever be able to wear this stuff without getting a bad case of fruit punch mouth? At the present I have absolutely zero answers to any of these questions.
Attempt 1:
Attempt 2:
It is my theory that if I can conquer red lip stick, I can conquer adulthood and march into my mid-twenties with my head held high. Now can someone please tell me what heck bronzer is!?






