You might want to grab another latte and pull up a chair, because we’re gonna be here a while.
I have made so many bad beauty calls over the years, I don’t even know where to start. My worst ones usually involve early mornings before I’ve been sufficiently caffeinated, and/or spur-of-the-moment decisions.
If my left brow could talk…
Have I ever told you about Raul? Raul was a coping mechanism. It was the name I gave to a bad bald spot on my left eyebrow that happened after I decided to try waxing my own brows for the first time.
Yeah…Raul tells it better than I do, but needless to say, things did not turn out well.
The boy cut I got in sixth grade wasn’t one of my better moments. For the record, it was not my idea.
I developed boobs that year, suddenly, and for reasons unknown to me, my parents decided that I needed to hack off all of my long black hair.
It was awful. I was already a small and awkward child, and the boy cut just took it to another level…
To save time, I’m just going to lump together all of my makeup looks from the ’90s into this category.
Boy, thank goodness this was before camera phones and digital photography; otherwise, there would be a hell of a lot more terrible pictures of me with razor thin brows, frosty lipstick and purple liner out there in Google Images, haha!
Your turn! Have you ever had an eyebrow, hair or major makeup mishap? Come on, don’t be shy.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,