The Purge


After painting my nails, I decided to clean out my makeup drawers…you know, to make room for more makeup.

For years – nay decades, I’ve been searching for the perfect foundation. I scooped up all the failed attempts – Revlon Colorstay, L’Oreal True Match and whatever other liquid, powder and concealer and chunked it.

All the old eyeshadow, blush and lipstick, I put in a box for Lily to play with. There were about a dozen Clinique, Lancome and whatever “Gift  with Purchase” lipsticks that my mother had given me. Since she died nearly 9 years ago, I figure that I had held onto them long enough.

I found enough old razors to shave a Sasquatch – gone. I found 3 boxes of Sally Hansen mustache bleach – ha! Gone. A squeeze bottle from when I used to dye my own hair…lord knows I won’t be doing that again. I found an unused pregnancy test…I kept it, but not sure why.

As good as buying stuff feels, throwing stuff away feels even better! I’m not quite back to square one makeup wise, I kept all of the Urban Decay eye stuff, no matter how old.  I’m not quite THAT strong.

I also learned something very important today. Don’t ever tag a pic #Purge on Instagram. Apparently, that’s what anorexics, bulimics and cutters use to tag their posts. I clicked on the tag and was treated to pics of bleeding forearms. WTF teenagers? What happened to getting wasted on Mad Dog and Strawberry Hill and giving yourself tattoos with India Ink?

11 Comments to The Purge

  1. Erin says:

    I think I have a few lipsticks around here that are over fifteen years old.

  2. Delta says:

    Yikes! This is why I am old and do not “teitter :P:

  3. Delta says:

    I am so proud of your decision to purge. We all need more room for Vapid, Secondhand Shit made of Brass. Mostly to feel as though we have made something of our lives…

  4. Delta says:

    I am old and completely uninterested in Twitter. However, my senile brain confused Twitter w/ Instagram. The latter of which, I am able comprehend.


  5. Delta says:

    A moment of clarity,

    I will not suffer vapid cunts!
    I refuse “self” cultured women, bathed in a blanket of manipulated independence. May you drown in brass and nicknacks.

    Great Women, claw their way through the trenches, with blood & tears alone. This is truly when you know you are a woman.

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