Like Saturn and a pickle, my Mom and Dad had lightyears of vanity distance between them. While my Mom has a whole room of clothes, shoes, bags and accessories, my Dad can probably survive with a suitcase of his own wearables and 7 clean pairs of briefs. While my Mom has shelves of skincare, haircare and whatever-there-is-to-care-for products in the bedroom and the toilet, my Dad can happily live with soap and a bucket of water a day. But as vain as my Dad was as a pickle, he did unknowingly teach me some of the most crucial beauty lessons I know.
Have I ever told you that my mother is the most beautiful woman for me? If I know you in person, most probably, yes. I remember how during “Bring Me” games in kiddie parties, I used to drag my Mom to the center stage whenever the host called out, “Bring me the most beautiful, Mommy!” And guess what? I always won the first prize candies.
Hey, Eco Beauties! I know there’s been a lull in my posts recently and I’ll be sharing you the reasons behind that later on. Well, I’ve been caught up preparing NEW things for the blog in the backstage. Exciting things seem to be brewing up and honestly, I feel so blessed that I could share more and more things with you. There are (possibly) new giveaways lined up, and new blog series I’m seriously considering to roll out soon. And I also need your HELP so please read on!
Some people go for plastic surgery hoping to fill that missing “something” that prevents them from moving forward in life with confidence. Although I personally believe that it’s not usually our physical qualities that leave lasting marks in the world once we’re gone, I have nothing against people who go for plastic surgery–and I want to be clear about. In fact, I was inspired to write this post by a very dear friend who recently went for a nose job, a dream that she’s had ever since she was 15.
It’s definitely not easy to resist the call of Photoshop or any photo enhancing tool when the media bombards us with women and men of immaculate perfection down to every lash and curve. But where do we draw the line between looking presentable on photos and erasing our faces altogether? When do smart blur, healing tool and liquify become way too much for anyone’s taste? [Read more...]
When I was young, I never failed to send Santa my Christmas greetings along with a wishlist. And on the night of Christmas Eve, failing to contain my excitement, I always stayed up as late as I could and hid and peeked from beneath my blanket, hoping to catch Santa in the act of slipping my presents into my Christmas stocking. Most of the time, I asked him for kitchen play sets since I loved to pretend-cook as a young girl. Oh, those were the days. If Santa read my wishlist now, he’d probably roll his eyes and leave me a post-it note saying, “Go buy your own!”
I have a slight obsession with analyzing people’s facial features. This may sound a bit creepy–but I especially like to observe facial details of women in their 40′s. My shuddersome fascination with analyzing how women of a certain age look like started way back during my early teenage years, when my Mom, with her usual maternal wisdom, told me, “You could tell how a person will look 10-20 years from now, just by looking at her facial features.”
While I was packing the staggering stacks of old newspaper and magazine in my closet yesterday, I came across an article about eye care which after freaking me out with scary cataract photos, recommended the use of sunglasses with UV protection among other basic eye care tips. I’m not sure if you noticed but more and more brands of sunglasses–even brand-less ones which are incredibly cheap–are now touting their products to provide UV protection, too. So should we wear this new UV-fighting trend? Or raise an eyebrow behind our fashionable sunglasses that make us look cool and nothing else?