A couple days ago, as part of my ongoing bathroom purge project, I got rid of a TON of makeup (most of it never worn out of the house). It was a sad reminder of all of the dollars I've wasted over the years trying to find the perfect (or at least acceptable) lipstick/eyeshadow/eyeliner. I wish I had a before photo or even one of all of the crap I threw out, but I don't. You'll have to take my word for it. I've talked about this over the last week or so with my best friend, my mom, and my sister. Apparently I'm not alone here. We've all got a stash of unused cosmetics. Why are we keeping them? We don't use them. And not only does this extra makeup mean more clutter, my friend reminded me that, for health reasons, we are supposed to get rid of makeup regularly. I guarantee I won't miss anything I threw out.
I'm pretty sure I've had my old makeup bag since I started wearing enough makeup to warrant a makeup bag (about 15 years). The problem is that there is nothing wrong with the old one. Granted, it isn't very cute, but it worked just fine.Tonight, as a reward for clearing out all that old unused makeup, I bought myself a new makeup bag. I'm not sure it's worthy of having waited 15 years (that's half my life!), but it's cute enough and much better than the old one.
The "makeup" drawer I cleaned out looks great. Other than my "everyday" makeup, I kept only a handful of additional products. They're stashed in a small bag way in back.
P.S. I swear the big banana clip is only for hold back my hair while I straighten it!
P.P.S. Now if I would only get rid of some of the 9 lipsticks stashed in my purse. One thing at a time. One thing at a time.
My housekeeping is certainly questionable, but I do try! Along the way, I share the dirty truth and look for workable solutions to some of the most difficult problem areas in my home (and yours). I'm clearing the clutter, organizing the closets, and sharing my progress. I’m a mom of two beautiful girls: a preschooler who thinks she’s a superhero and a toddler who requires me to have nerves of steel. I’m a work-at-home/stay-at-home mom, which means I stay up all hours of the night to work, and there is no such thing as a weekend. I love books, movies, and crazy dance breaks.