Hi my name is Bri and I am severely addicted to makeup.
Well, all things superficial, really. While most young women
my age are either out on the town making some questionable alcohol-fueled
decisions or enjoying a series of romantic dates with their significant others,
I can usually be found curled up on my couch with a stack of fashion magazines
within reach, poring over the Sephora website. You see, I have no interest in
the nightlife my city offers as I got those nights out of my system years ago. Also,
my city has no nightlife unless you count fighting your way through a crowded
country bar to pay for overpriced drinks a nightlife…. In which case my city
has a raging one. I also have no significant other in my life and to be frank,
no interest in acquiring one either. (More on that later). My hobby is quite
simply, MAKEUP. My obsession is real. It is not going anywhere, either, and
that has been proven.
I started young.
One of my earliest memories from my childhood is from when I
was about four years old and going through my mother’s makeup bag. I can still feel the thrill of applying that
(horrendously 80’s shade of) lipstick. It transformed me from the tiny,
painfully shy young girl into a mystical princess or a fairy queen from some
far away land. I was also extremely interested in fashion, and pop culture.
Until I was about 8 years old I almost exclusively listened to either Disney
soundtracks, or when my father was in control of the stereo, classic rock. That
all changed when I heard the first strains of….. Ace of Base. I was
hooked. From then on, celebrity culture and pop music ruled the roost in Bri’s
World. Slowly the little girl décor disappeared from my bedroom to be replaced
with glossy posters from Tiger Beat of Backstreet Boys, Jonathan Taylor Thomas
and Hanson.
It was around that time I started sneaking makeup to school.
It started off tame, really. Bonne Bell Lipsmackers. Mary
Kate and Ashley Olsen perfume. Then, curiousity grew. White Wet N Wild
eyeliner. Pink sparkly Maybelline eyeshadow. CoverGirl Professional mascara
(the blue tube…. And it is STILL around today). When I turned 14 I was allowed
to wear makeup to school full-time. Little to my mother’s knowledge I already had
been, for quite some time. (I’m sure she had somewhat of an idea but chose not
to fight that battle, and for that I am forever thankful!)
There was only one option for a burgeoning makeup addict.
Get a job.
Most little girls dream of being a ballerina, a nurse or
even a mother when they grow up. My dreams weren’t so lofty. For as long as I
could remember I wanted to “do hair”. A more attainable goal to my 14 year old
mind was to get a job in a makeup store. I had recently started working at a
large grocery store in my hometown. It was my first job, and although I was a
fan of the paycheque I started receiving I felt I deserved a more glamourous
setting. I applied for, and successfully received a part-time job in their
cosmetic department. Life had never been so good. I felt invincible. This was
it. I was set for life. I felt like a celebrity every time I glided through the
doors wearing the Holy Grail (in my mind) Cosmetician outfit : The Black
Jacket. I had never been happier. I devoured every fashion magazine we sold at
work. I was constantly reading reviews of new products, buying the latest and
greatest hair and makeup innovations. I was absolutely bursting with knowledge
and couldn’t wait to share it with my clients.
There was one problem. I had no clients.
The store I worked at was an open-sell concept. There was no
commission, no customer service, no expertise required. Most of the time I
answered riveting and pertinent questions such as “Where’s the razors?” and “Do
you have a public washroom?”. I was so ready to talk all things cosmetics with
consumers, yet my knowledge was left untapped. I spent most of my shifts
putting away new stock, making displays or dusting. I wasn’t
experiencing any satisfaction in my job, as I thought I would when I
accepted it. Nevertheless, I worked very hard, took every single extra shift
asked of me and worked there for 4 years. It was during this time I graduated
from High School and decided to take the next step in “becoming an adult”. I
moved out of my parent’s home and got my very own small apartment in the big
city. I had barely moved all my belongings into my new place when something
caught my attention during one evening exploring my new surroundings. My life
would never be the same.
It was a Shoppers Drug Mart.
I was looking for another part-time job as my full-time one
wasn’t paying me enough to keep me financially sound. I noticed a “Hiring” sign
in the window and decided that it couldn’t hurt to drop off an application. I
was called in for an interview relatively soon after. The Cosmetics Manager who
interviewed me was pleasant, warm and welcoming. She would also become one of
my closest and dearest friends and I still work for her to this day…. But more
on that later. I was offered
the job and I was ecstatic. At the risk of sounding cliché I seriously had no
idea that this job and these people I would work with would change my life,
forever. I felt useful. I had customers to assist. I had product lines to
learn. My knowledge of everything current was being used, and furthermore,
appreciated.
I had found my calling.
I have been an avid reader of makeup blogs for years and I
actually base more purchases than I care to admit off of reviews of beauty
bloggers. My makeup collection is intense, and I love nothing more than to research
the latest and greatest innovations. But that’s not all I want this blog to be.
I want to do what I know best….. talk about things I love. I have no filter, it’s
a blessing and a curse. I want this blog to be a place where I can talk about
not only all things makeup, but pop culture in general. Clothing. Home décor.
TV shows I am loving. Interviewing my friends. Writing about what it’s like to
be a young single mom in this crazy world we live in. Dare I say also..... sports? Talking about stuff I
love is my passion. So join me on this
new adventure. If there is one thing I am certain, it’s that if you are looking
for a laugh and to learn something new about something that really does not
matter, talk to Bri. I’m always good for it.