MAC lose. sandy win.

Dear MAC,

Your powders suck. No, they rule (especially the blot powders). But a little nudge and it shatters into dust. I once opened a brand new one and it was already shattered (exaggeration: I dropped it. But still. It was spankin' new). Of course I cracked yet another compact yesterday and like an unexpected break-up I was left stranded, in shock and heart-broken.

Maybe the compact powder was just not that into me. I wanted to move on with my life. I deserve better than this, I thought.

For some reason past Sandy collected all her old and broken compact powders (oh I remember why - 6 containers = 1 lipstick/liner). I emptied and scraped out all the powder. Now I have a jumbo loose powder. Past and present and future Sandy wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.

final styling project

One of the more exciting final projects we got to do at school was a photoshoot. We were responsible for the styling, the theme, the model, the make-up and hair. We had the pleasure of working with photographer Brenndan Laird and our model of choice was Lisa, who is only 15/16 years old!

The photos turned out great. Check out everyone's work here. This black one here is mine. It's just... ok.

Some of my favs by classmates.

i'm back

I spent most of the night revamping this blog while simultaneously watching Crossroads with Britney Spears. Not with her. But the movie had her. It didn't have her. But it... forget it.

It's been a year. In non-chronological order: Canucks lost. I had braces. I got a thing a size of a mole tattooed. I bought a new laptop. I signed up and canceled gym membership. I no longer get up 4x every night to pee during my sleep. But I still sleep with the lights on. School is finally over. My career in online media buys is no more. It's like I just got out of highschool and I have to start all over again. But this time my vocabulary has improved by 9%. In your face, old Sandy.

I must inform my 0.5 followers (it's just me so I consider that half a person) that my budget for shopping is limited to none. With that said, it will be interesting to see how many questionable outfits I can invent with what I have. I'm going to start wearing headbands as bras, cut sleeves off of shirts to wear as socks and use the metal couplers found in my dad's toolbox as rings. Will you be my friend?

I leave you with this image until I have something to show for. Deal with it! Because I have to!