A few years ago, while sitting on my sister in laws couch, feeling pretty hopeless about my future, I saw an article in Allure Magazine.
It was interviews and photos of a few women who had started companies from nothing that had flourished.
I suppose you hear stories like that regularly but for some reason these stories made a huge impact on me.
My dream, from the time I was in 5th grade, was to have my own makeup line.
Which is a pretty lofty goal and I knew that, even at eleven I could hear the doubtful tone in any adults response to it.
As I got older the doubtful tones only got stronger, so at some point I stopped really saying it out loud and eventually, I stopped thinking it much either. Life got in the way.
As I sat there pregnant, moneyless and hopeless, I read about women who made a difference in their life and lives around them. Women who didn’t have much more than I did, some who had less.
I wanted that.
So I got to work.
I saved and bought cosmetic ingredients to experiment with, made flash cards of chemicals and their properties, read any makeup book I could get my hands on. I started planning the blog, which I didn’t know a thing about but figured it was something I could do with very little money. Walking with Christian to the Sephora near my house and getting samples by the arm load (bless them for being so sweet to a non paying costumer!) I had no idea how any of it was going to work but I figured it was the work on my end that mattered. I could make up for everything I didn’t have with elbow grease.
I started voicing my goals again and this time (maybe because I was actually putting some gusto behind it) people weren’t incredulous, they were incredibly supportive.
I often hear quotes to the tune of “I’m gonna make my dreams come true and show all of the people who said I couldn’t do it!”
That’s kind of the opposite of what I’ve thought. I want everyone whose believed in me to be proven right. I want them to be proud of me, I want to be proud of myself.
And I’ve got a ways to go still before I realize all my dreams but I will tell you what! Walking into the Conde Nast Building for my Allure photo shoot was more than a little bit surreal. I mean surreal is just not even a good enough word but I’ve gone through my File A Dex of adjectives at least twice and so far none of them even come close. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for being a huge part of my being able to have this experience, really really really thank you.
I’m hoping you guys wanna hear about it, cause I can’t stop talking about it!
So I’ll start from the time I arrived:
First JRod (the producer) brought me to the wardrobe room.
So I could pick my dress from the 5 or 6 gorgeous choices he’d already picked.
I went with a stunning Jason Wu black dress with pleather sleeves.
(my section is the furthest to the right)
Next, we picked out my heels.
I was this ” close to smuggling these Christian Louboutin’s outta there in my purse. Our separation was difficult and a little bit teary.
Next up was hair and makeup but who am I kidding? That’s gonna take up a whole post all on it’s own.
I got some gooood tricks stuff to report to you on that front, tomorrow.
This is me with a couple of the pro’s
I loved everyone I met (including the founder and chief editor of Allure, Linda Wells!)
They were all so fun and incredibly nice, even though they are used to working with celebs and were stuck with a blogger from Utah:)
(Jason the photographer and Dj the hairstylist)
And then the photo taking!
Here’s the scene for my shoot! (Although this isn’t the lighting or the angle but we’ll save that for the magazine)
I did this gorgeous models makeup while we were both in fluffy robes and then we went and got all shmancy so I could pretend to do touch it up.
Her personality was as lovely as her face and posture. So pretty dang lovely.
The photographer told me I was “a natural” which I’m sure he says to everyone but still, I’m not so mad he said it.
Next they gave the 3 of us (Me, Tati & Katie who were both a blast) a tour the Allure floor.
Which was magical.
But hold on to your hats cause my favorite part was the “beauty closet” a room full of beauty products from floor to ceiling (wasn’t sure if this was just an urban myth or not till I laid eyes on it)
And the coolest thing, to possibly ever happen in my life is when Cat (our gorgeous tour guide and an Allure editor) handed me a big old bag and said the most beautiful 4 words I could imagine “Take whatever you want.”
and I plan to report the cream of the crop. But seriously, how rad is that!?
After that we drug our very heavy bags back to the hotel and where Nick was waiting to take me to a Mets game and then to ride bikes all over the city (shoulda got some photos of that but I forgot my camera…) Biking the city was 1000 times more fun that walking or driving. We even road through Central park as the rain sprinkled on us a bit. Totally romantic.
Best. Day. Ever.