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On Mascara and Makeovers

April 11, 2023 by Gindi 1 Comment

I turn 50 this year.

My freshman year in high school, a few years back, my mom took me to a Mary Kay consultant for a makeover and to teach me how to apply make up. She did a great job. And my make up has been nice for the ensuing decades.

I haven’t had a make up lesson since then.

I’ve changed make up products and styles and jobs, but never instructions.

So last month, I took Jentry Kelly up on an offer she made on a closed Facebook group I follow. Jentry Kelly is a make up artist and company based here in Houston. One of my best friends did her make up tutorial when she turned 50 over a year ago and raved about it. But a make up lesson? At almost 50?

YES!

If you are 35 or 45 or 55 or whatever age, and it’s been a few years since you first learned to apply make up, then I highly recommend a makeover.

It made me rethink how I apply make up. AND I was doing things WRONG! That’s right! You could be doing it wrong – and I think there’s a wrong and right after this session.

I probably wouldn’t have done the lesson if they weren’t offering the lesson for free. However, if you’re in Houston, you can sign up for a make up lesson and it’s free if you buy three products. Jentry Kelly has no idea who I am so I’m not making a dime from this should out, and is certainly not the only option for makeover lessons, but it’s an easy option for those local friends of mine. (I went to the lovely West campus and used @laurenfalls.)

They gave me that handy dandy face you see pictured above to remind me what I need to be doing along with the products (and brushes) on the back to help achieve that look.

Did I move to all Jentry Kelly products? Nope. But did I figure out some things I should be doing differently? Yep.

What were the biggest makeover lessons?

  1. Use bronzer. The one time previously I had tried bronzer, I did not like the look on my face. It felt orange. Bronzer has made a lot of progress. And when I figured out how to apply it correctly, it gave me already high cheekbones, more definition (my face is rounder than it used to be). Bronzer isn’t just for your cheekbones – it’s for your neck as well.
  2. Careful eye makeup application. Lesson one, no mascara or eyeliner on the bottom lids. I’d long left eyeliner off but not mascara. JK’s philosophy: No Bottom Lashes. Then one of my favorite new products is called brown lift and it’s the white cream that goes under your eyebrows. Using an eye lid base helps my eyeshadow (if I use it, you don’t need it after the eye base) stay on. Finally, run the accent shadow, if you use it, on the crease going in. It totally keeps the accent from settling into my laugh lines.
  3. Eyeliner. It’s a whole different thing. One, maybe you don’t use. If you do use, get away from that harsh pencil that pulls at your skin.
  4. Tinted moisturizer. Whatever base you use – whether base or moisturizer or CC cream (like me), stop at your chin. I’m sorry. I know all of you that are haunted by 80s deep base lines on your chin are screaming. But turns out, if you use the exact shade for your skin, which is a requirement, then stopping at your chin and then moving to bronzer helps your neck as you age.

Those are just a few things I learned. It was looking at my face from a fresh perspective and the products I use. My routine is longer now but the results are consistent. It doesn’t look heavy, just fresh.

Because of all this focus on new makeup routines, I asked my social media peeps what mascara to switch to. I have historically used Loreal Voluminous and recently switched to Too Faced, Better than Sex, and a Sephora brand. I liked the thickness of the Too Faced brand but it flaked on my cheeks and didn’t come off well. The Sephora brand went on a little wet so sometimes my lashes stuck together.

Overwhelmingly, women recommended Thrive. It was hands down the top vote getter. In addition, people recommended Lancome, Fantasize, Dior, Tarte, Maybelline Sky High, Blinc (a tubing mascara), Get Big, Hour Glass, Tom Ford, ILIA, Mary Kay, Ever Whiplash, Clinque, Damn Girl, Armani, CoverGirl Full Lash Bloom, Lash Girl, Honest, Bestidy, Bobbi Brown, IT Superhero, Trish McEvoy’s Lash Curling, and Buxom.

WHEW!

Also, y’all are the best!

So here are photos of the ones I tried out, in order of photo below:
Thrive, Fantasize, Dior, and Tarte (Lights Camera Lashes).

I ranked them on a scale of 1 to 5 in these categories:
*Appearance (of course – I’m looking for definition and thickness),
*Wear (this was how it stayed on and whether it flaked onto my face), and
*Removal (I use Mary Kay eye make up remover, I love this product, and if my lashes break or it won’t come off then it gets demerits b/c this product is super gentle).
These photos are unfiltered in my bathroom so no fancy technical improvements and sadly it was hard to capture the real distinctions in the lashes from photos.

The results:

  • Thrive – 4 on appearance, 4 on wear, 1 on removal. People say if you use water it comes right off but I did not like it. It flakes off in plasticky pieces and I worried it would damage my eyelashes. So I returned it for a refund. However, this is the overwhelming winner of the masses.
  • Fantasize – 4 on appearance (I actually loved the appearance but the application was a little hard – I think if I get the full size, which I will, instead of the trial size it will be easier), 5 on wear, and 5 on removal.
  • Dior – 5 on appearance (full disclosure, I got the pack of primer + mascara – this primer is a GAME CHANGER), 5 on wear, and 5 on removal.
  • Tarte – 4 on appearance, 5 on wear, 4 on removal.

So I returned Thrive and plan on making Dior my #1 choice and Fantasize my #2 choice. I bought sample sizes of all of the last three at Sephora and I plan to buy full sizes of #1 and #2 but I will say that there’s a very fine line between those and Tarte and I would also recommend it.

In order to test them fairly, I went back through the trial (sans Thrive) and used the Dior primer under each of them. I liked them each better with it. Two of my friends said this was a must do and while it felt like unnecessary work for me when I read the rec, it does make a difference. One of them recommended the Lancome primer but I’m obsessed with this Dior one so I will continue using it. It’s the brush. Crazy how it plumps and separates lashes.

I realize this is a totally fluffy and superficial post. But sometimes it’s fun to get back to our make up and fashion conversations. What is your must have make up product? Share in the comments so we can all check it out!

Filed Under: Random

2023 New Year Resolutions/Word: LESS

January 1, 2023 by Gindi 2 Comments

I haven’t done a New Year’s Resolution or New Year’s “word” in a while. I’ve done them on and off again. But this year’s smacked me upside the head.

It started a few weeks ago.

I turn 50 in September. And I’m super heavy. Overweight heavy. The heaviest I’ve ever been except for pregnancy. You know, with triplets.

So I’d already planned to do weight loss as a New Year ‘resolution.’ No extreme diet or plan. I have to lose 32 pounds in 8 months. That feels reasonable. Four pounds a month, or one a week. Cleaner eating. Walking every morning. And then whatever else I can work up to. Modest goal.

At the same time, I’m watching the kids spend more time on their phones. They have now had them for a year. We have plenty of controls. No app downloads without permission. Screen limits. Downtime. We check their texts every other day or so. They know these are our phones and breaking phone rules means they lose them. But I’ve seen the addiction creeping it and it concerns me.

This week at dinner, I said we’d try a family resolution. No use of the phones Monday – Wednesday except for calling/texting or if a work/school email had to be returned. No social media (for mom). No games or You Tube (for anyone). No use of the phone except for how you’d use an old school Blackberry.

As these resolutions started bubbling up, a word bubbled up too.

LESS.

It was more than just too much food. Or wine. Or cell phone. It was too much of everything.

Bray went up in our attic to put away our boxes of Christmas décor this week and was apoplectic. “WHAT IS ALL THIS STUFF? This is insane!” He said that we’re decluttering and we’d start with his office, but we would hit every space in our house.

LESS.

I’ve started spending without discipline again. Periodically I go on a spending diet. I notice with three kids in middle school, the spending sneaks up on you. Athletic gear and new clothes and presents and parties to attend and school activities and donations. Nothing bad. But the amount of money I’ve spent in 2022 has passed previous records.

LESS.

Then, as I’m crafting this blog post, I heard THREE (that’s right, not one, not two but THREE) reinforcements of the power of less. God calling me, and our family, to less. So I wouldn’t miss it.

First, I’m listening to a book called Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer which a friend recommended. Dr. Kimmerer is a Native American and shares wisdom about the importance of the care and reciprocity of our land which came from her Native American heritage. In a chapter called Windigo Footprints, she talks about the Windigo monster in traditional tales that was designed to strengthen self-discipline and to build resistance against the insidious germ of taking too much. “The Windigo nature is in each of us. So the monster was created in stories that we might learn why we should recoil from that greedy part of ourselves. This is why elders remind us to always acknowledge the two faces – the light and the dark side of life. In order to understand ourselves, see the dark, recognize it’s power, but do not feed it.” The insidious germ of taking too much – boy if that doesn’t characterize me and everything around us in our country.

Next, I’m listening to a podcast by Annie F. Downs called Let’s Read the Gospels. Every day for a month, she reads three chapters from Matthew, Mark, Luke or John and at the end of the month you’ve listened to the entire gospels. Each month she’ll read them in a different translation. She is starting in John. In John 3:30, John the Baptist says “He must become greater; I must become LESS!!!” (Exclamation points added. Like the Bible just went and SAID THE WORD right when I was supposed to be learning it.)  Then, right after that, in John 6, Jesus shows the power of “less” when he feeds thousands with five small loaves and two small fish.

Less isn’t for us. Less doesn’t diminish what can be done. Less is so God can show up and be God.

Finally, I’m listening to Present over Perfect by Shauna Niequist (having already read it a couple of years back), and she’s sharing how she moved to a simpler life. She said, just tonight!, “Pride, for years, has told me I’m strong enough to drink from a fire hose and gluttony tells me it will be so delicious. But those voices are liars.”

Ouch.

Pride. Gluttony.

I feel those words like arrows to the deepest part of me.

Because of having a childhood of less because of necessity and lack, I’m ever prone as an adult to “more” in the worst sense. I overdo it all. For parties, I’ll prepare like there’s 40 even if there’s only 10. I want “nicer” things. Remodel parts of the house. Remodel parts of me.

Those deep needs for more are from the unhealthier parts of me.

So my resolution, to the extent there is one, and my word, to the extent I have one, is LESS.

Less food.

Less activity.

Less spending.

Less time on the phone.

Less clutter.

Because.

Less opens the door to more.

More peace.

More clarity.

More health.

More rest.

More time with those I love most.

More.

The only way to get to the healthy more is with a concentrated effort on less.

That’s what I pray 2023 will hold for me. Less.

What will it hold for you?   

Filed Under: Family Tagged With: new year

Christmas 2022

December 24, 2022 by Gindi 1 Comment

The last time I wrote was on my 16th wedding anniversary. Six and a half months ago. That has never happened. I’m going to go back and retroactively date a 13th birthday letter to my kids, since I’ve never missed that. And recap my Mommy & Me trip to Vail this month. But this, well this is the annual Christmas letter.

Christmas 2022.

I mailed my cards almost a month ago, over half of them anyways. And I kept thinking, hey I put a link to a letter, I better write one. But then life.

Life is good, by the way.

This time two years ago we were sitting with a freshly minted cancer diagnosis. In the first COVID Christmas where there was no church to go to or family with whom to gather. Two hurricanes had slammed into the family farm in Louisiana and ripped it to shreds.

2020 was a hard year.

2021 was a year to climb back. A mix. Ups and downs.

Then 2022. One of my favorite scriptures is Psalm 18. It’s in 1 Samuel too but this is the one I go to. The whole chapter is deeply comforting. But then you get to the middle, verses 16 – 19:

He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

That’s been 2022.

A spacious place.

Not that there hasn’t been hard mixed in, but there’s been an incredibly phenomenally extraordinary amount of goodness. The best friends. The best experiences. Wonderful travel. Amazing food. Adventure and respite. (And I just had my second clean bill of health from MD Anderson.)

Bray is still making Houston look better and received manager of the year at his company, again. I completed my first year as Assistant General Counsel for a Honeywell company last week. It’s incredibly busy but the office is across the STREET from my house and the kids school. It has been a game changer as far as letting me be involved in ALL they are involved in. Which I love and they tolerate (we only have 5 1/2 more years, sniff sniff).

Which logically brings me to ALL they are doing. Sam and Will played JV and varsity football for their middle school this fall and Lillie cheered! What fun to have them all three on the same field for the first time in our triplet history! Now they are all three playing basketball which is less fun because when the boys have a home game, Lillie is away, and vice versa. Ahhh, triplet juggling. Simultaneously, the boys have joined a non-school baseball team and Lillie is doing some outside cheer work. The spring will bring the boys on two baseball teams and Lillie cheering and running track, both of which she loves.

This summer, we did something EVERY SINGLE weekend. We adventured all over the place.

Our summer vacation started out without Lillie because she had cheer camp, which I had no clue about when we booked the trip last August. But she was able to join us for our last day in Yellowstone, riding horses and fly fishing in the northern portion, and then she traveled with us down to the Grand Tetons where we hiked and white water rafted. Before she joined, the four of us experienced the rodeo at Cheyenne, the wonders of Cody, and then all of the gorgeous geysers of southern Yellowstone.

But in addition to the big family vacation over the summer, we had Refugio, Lake Conroe, Minnesota, Louisiana, Fredericksburg, Canyon Lake, and Toledo Bend – fishing and boating and working cows and visiting museums and playing games and staying up late. What an incredible summer.

In addition to sports, the kids are now half way through 7th grade and have one more full year at the school we’ve been at since 1st grade. It seems unreal. This time next year, we’ll be talking about where they go to high school. Everyone says it, but it’s true: the days are long, the years are short.

Bray and I are closer to 17 years of marriage than 16 as I write this and this month we realized we’d been together for 19 years. Next year I’ll turn 50 and our relationship will turn 20 – where does time go!?!

As Christmas twinkles mere hours away, we all feel extraordinarily blessed. We have our family, extended family, a fantastic community, and a faith that sustains us when the circumstances around us darken. We celebrate the miracle of Christmas and also the miracles, big and small, in our daily lives.

I mentioned on the socials that I’ve missed this community, and so want to return to writing, but life is ever busier and since finishing the cancer treatments, I want to live in the present and do it all. It’s meant very little time for writing.

Our crew is so thankful for the blessing of your love and friendship and wish you a very Merry Christmas and a New Year filled with adventure and bravery.

Filed Under: Family Tagged With: christmas letter

The Thirteenth Year Love Letter

October 2, 2022 by Gindi Leave a Comment

YOU ARE THIRTEEN!!! So here comes a belated thirteenth letter. I started writing you a birthday letter when you were two, so I went back and read that love letter.

I loved picking out the characteristics that still so define each of you. For S, I wrote, “You are persistent and stick with things until you understand them.” If I could select any trait for you, persistence is it. Others remark on your ability to work through the hardest challenges and not give up. This will serve you well your whole life.

For L, in addition to your zest of life, I wrote, “You are also very independent.” Ha! It’s still utterly true and will carry you to great success because of your focus and ability to strike out on your own away from the crowd. No matter the pressures you face, please hold on to your ability to find and know your own way.

And W, I wrote about your sensitive soul, but also remarked, “We will always be seekers in our home, on a journey to learn and understand more, because of you.” You are curious. It’s a trait that can’t be taught and one that will take you to new adventure because of your love of learning. Please don’t lose this when you have a tough school year.

I’ll warn you, I’ve back dated this letter. I’m writing it in December instead of on October 2nd like usual. Turns out, it’s much harder to write with wisdom and advice for 13 year olds than it was for toddlers.

This led me to look back on the more recent letters. For your tenth it was more a recap of all we’ve been through for 10 years and less insightful advice. Your 11th year love letter is my favorite because it recaps all of the highlights of the prior years. I wrote:

For S: I’ll close with my five year old love letter words, “I love how you march to the beat of your own drummer.”  May it always be so. But know that wherever you march, daddy and I will always be there to cheer you on. 

For L: I’ll close with a note from your three year old letter: You are fierce.  So independent.  Strong willed.  So focused…You will face battles and challenges in your life my beloved, but you will stare them down and they will shake as you approach.  You are so brave and fearless.  I love that.  The most remarkable thing about your strength is that it carries as its companion empathy and nurturing. 

For W: I penned this at three years old, and I close with it now, “Your absolute delight in living fills up any space you invade.  And there’s never any doubt about your love for everything you encounter because you tell us in no uncertain terms what you …  It is a revelation to watch the world through your eyes.  You are already becoming a man of honor…” 

Why am I relying on words from years past?

Because the older you get, the more I realize I don’t know. And the more I realize the window is closing with time I have you here. There’s so much I want to tell you. So much I want you to know when you leave our home.

I know you’ll have to learn it for yourself. But the mom in me, well I can’t help but want to help. I’m also learning that I’ll be able to do less and less of that. Don’t get me wrong – dad and I are ALWAYS here and ready to support and encourage and pick you up. But we actually help you through the things you face less now than when you were younger.

You’re a teenager! I can’t even believe it. Don’t believe all that buzz about how teenagers are hard and have to fight with their parents and rebel. You are awesome! Yes, we have our conflicts, and we have and will continue to have them. We also have a fantastic relationship. Your dad and I love hanging out with you guys. Traveling with you and experiencing new foods and cultures and sights. I hope we will be able to experience new things together our whole lives.

I also know that these teen years are ones where you’ll need to pull away and set boundaries that make you your own person with your own beliefs and plans.

During these times, when you’re deciding what it means to be you, I’d ask you to think about these three things:

1. Treasure your faith. When you were young, you made a personal decision to follow Jesus. This was a precious step of faith. Increasingly, being a person of the Christian faith isn’t a popular decision. And you’ve been in a bubble of a school where your faith is not questioned. As you move to high school, your faith will face storms. Heck, it already has. Your relationship with Jesus is between you and him. Don’t let it be governed by politics or media or tv preachers. Grow it personally. Question it, struggle with it, push and pull through the issues you face (the Bible tells us to work out our faith with fear and trembling – God gets that faith is hard and it’s a journey). But don’t lose it. After all I’ve been through now for nearly 5 decades, I can tell you I wouldn’t have made it without the centering love, power, and grace of God. Hold on to this.
2. Choose your friends wisely. We have been gifted with an incredible community. You have adults and peers who you’ve grown up with, who you deeply know and who deeply know you. It is a rare gift. Friendships in your teen years change. That’s okay. As they change, be discerning. Choose people who are kind and honest and make, more often than not, good decisions. These next five years, friendships will be absolutely critical in the places you go and decisions you make.
3. Make your own decisions. This is a natural counterpart to #2. Each of you often are your own person, marching to the beat of your own drummer, and setting out on your own path. However, that gets harder. Over the years to come, people will make decisions that look fun but are wrong, or are wrong for you. People will pressure you to make choices to be part of the crowd. I know this advice sounds like an old person who doesn’t “get it,” but I do. These pressures still occur as an adult. I believe the most intense of this pressure occurs over the coming years for you though. Remember who you are. What you believe in. What your priorities are. Make decisions that are best for you not the ones to be a part of the crowd. You’ll always have support from your faith and your family.

I closed out your 12th birthday letter with a thanks. A thanks for being you. That still holds true today. But I guess I’d also close out with this: forge your own path. Be brave. Hold onto your faith. Love boldly. Speak truth. Show respect. Add to the good in the world. You already have.

All my love (and sorry this year’s letter was SO long), always, Mom.

Filed Under: Family Tagged With: birthday, thirteen

Happy 16th Anniversary

May 6, 2022 by Gindi 1 Comment

Y’all know I’ve been radically absent.

Not a peep in 2022 besides the one cancer anniversary post.

I have a New Year post in my head which maybe will get posted when half the year is over.

But there are a few days I write. Always write.

Today is one of those.

My marriage turns 16 years old today. Happy sweet 16, Vincent Marriage.

Over the years, I’ve written different messages. Here on the blog and in a little book I keep just for Bray and in cards and on social media.

We’ve had crazy hard years and sublime years. Good marriage years that were bad everything else years and vice versa.

We were all joking around after dinner a couple of evenings ago, because there’s another school dance coming up tonight, and little bit was listing what she wants in a husband. Thankfully, she started with the fact that she wanted him to be a Christian but it was quickly followed by being a cowboy, funny and hot!

Ha! Well, I quickly retorted, I got lucky because your dad is HOT! I still think he’s hot over 18 years after I met him.

They of course went on about how gross we are.

This makes me enormously happy.

I still love to kiss him every single day. He makes me laugh. He deals with my utter and complete insanity – seriously I’m a very structured control freak that he manages to live with every single day. And still be relatively sane.

We’ve survived triplets and cancer and hurricanes and job losses and transitions and aging us and everyone around us and now three middle schoolers in the throws of all that is middle school.

But this year comes with some trepidation for me too. It was in my parents 16th year of marriage that it exploded. Big exploded. With all the collateral damage that comes with a big marriage breaking apart in a small town with the charismatic preacher. Financial ruin. Extended separation between kids and parent. Moving across states.

I was 12.

So it would be a total failure on my part if I wasn’t evaluating what all that means for me emotionally in this 16th year of my marriage when my kids also happen to be 12.

One of the things I did was I talked to Bray about it. And I’ll keep talking about it. Because we’re actually better communicators now than we were even five years ago. Saying something out loud helps me to keep from worrying or obsessing about it.

We’ll keep doing the things that are good about our marriage. We still go on dates. We still kiss and say I love every single day. We’re more honest about what’s happening in the kids lives and in their circles than we ever were because the implications are greater now.

We mess up all the time too. I’m pretty spendy and he’s a saver so you can imagine those discussion. While we have navigated those differences (and some other really big political differences) over the years, we have to keep talking about it before it turns into a painful fight.

But mainly, on this gorgeous May 6th, when I look back at the years we have fashioned a life together, I’m overwhelmingly thankful. Thankful to still be in love, to have made it to our sweet 16, and to have so many adventures to look forward to over the next 16 years.

I love you babe.

Filed Under: Marriage Tagged With: anniversary

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