Getting by with a little help...

The week started off feeling blase and uggy (really, it's the best description). At some point, I decided I needed something to kick my ass out of it. So, I connected with an old friend--Maybelline Great Lash in blackest black. Admittedly, it was in first effort to not "look tired" in the office where on nights with little sleep or when work is catching up with me everyone asks me "What's wrong?" or "Am I feeling okay?"

That pink and green bottle and wand quickly lead me to rediscover the treasures in my closet; and frankly, I'd rather have the off-handed, "You, um, have, um, your own... style" than feel like a hanger for someone else's ideals. After all, I have always been a firm believer in color; and I don't think pink necessarily has to be worn with pink. Accessories should be fun and flirty and flaunt a feature... and I don't care if they don't match-match--there is something to be said for the fabulously mis-matched.*

It wasn't immediate, and I had to convince myself a few days, but soon my mood followed my fabulously adorned outside and before long, I found myself mischievously purchasing eyeliners in shades of blues and greens simply because I could. And I will say, like any good friend, after a few days, Maybelline sat me down and explained she would not be caught dead with me any longer until I got the bushes above my eyes taken care of.

And aside from good friends like Maybelline, OPI, Chanel, Nicole Miller, Kenneth Cole, BCBG... the real live flesh and body friends also made huge contributions... sending me crazy-assed links to news I should know and now wish I didn't... listening ad nauseum to my sudden life revelations (Does I was drunk on Prada count as an excuse?)... and simply being there -- even when I didn't know it.

*Fabulously mis-matching is not for novices or faint-of-heart; but highly recommended... even Calvin Klein has looked down the barrel of vast mistake but you gotta learn somehow.