This was supposed to be a post about the two new NARS Larger Than Life Long-Wear Eyeliners in Las Ramblas and Via De’ Martelli, and it still is…kind of.
What began as a regular review took a sharp detour before noon.
I planned to mention that reddish brown Via De Martelli pulls red on my warm skin tone and makes me look like I’ve been crying… I thought it deserved a respectable B.
And then I planned to talk about how yellow gold Las Ramblas, a solid B+ in my book, reflects light like the surface of a glassy pond, making it perfect for brightening up the eyes.
Both it and Martelli last about eight hours on my lash lines and four on my water lines, and neither one seems very adept at smudging. Both cost $24 and arrive on counters, in stores and online with the rest of the NARS Fall 2013 collection July 15.
But then I got a phone call from El Hub just before noon.
He very calmly told me to sit down, and told me to brace myself, because he had bad news…
He told me that my parents’ dog, Shauna, had passed away, and now I just can’t stop crying.
I know that to some people it seems silly to cry so much over a dog, but Shauna was a part of our family. She was with us for 14 years, a good dog who always guarded the house and kept us company. My heart is broken.
Shauna was a pound puppy who came to live with us in 1999. My dad, who’s always had a soft spot for strays, brought her home unexpectedly one day after meeting her at a Petco pet adoption fair.
I’d just graduated from college at the time and was living with my parents while looking for work.
I’ll never forget the first time I met her… She came bounding through the front yard, four fat paws attached to a big ball of chunky puppy cuteness! Her tail never stopped wagging, and she had the goofiest grin on her face. From that day forward, we were thick as thieves. It was love.
Every morning while I lived at home, she greeted me with sloppy kisses and a smile. We’d go for walks first thing each day, and she never needed a leash. She knew how to heel and stop instinctively.
When I left my parents’ house and moved to SF, I wanted to take her with me, but it was the dot-com boom days in the Bay Area, and I couldn’t find an apartment that would take pets, so Shauna stayed behind with my mom and dad.
Eventually, after my younger brother moved out of the house, Shauna became the baby of the family. Whenever my mom or dad would call, they’d give me a report on how Shauna was doing, whether she had buried any treats in the yard, captured any vermin or learned any new tricks. They called her “my little sister.”
My parents. They’re so sad right now. When I talked to my mom on the phone earlier she started bawling, and babe, my mom NEVER cries. That woman is tough as nails. She told me that she can’t bear to clean out Shauna’s dog house or put away her toys, and now I just keep randomly bursting into tears…
Shauna was a sweet, gentle, happy dog, and she was beloved by our family. She had 14 good years with us, and I’m thankful for that.
I knew she was getting older, and I tried to brace myself for this day, but it didn’t work. I’m heartbroken.
Goodbye, my sweet Shauna. Good girl.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,