Musings on Make-up and Men's Fashion

Feeling rather sick today, so no fun outdoorsy pictures. I've spent the majority of the afternoon tucked in bed with my heater on full blast, drinking tea and reading. So I thought I would again bore you with my thoughts on British fashion.

Makeup
Oh, the ladies do love their makeup. Heavy foundation is very common, which breaks my little heart. It looks so cakey and fake. Also, blush is very heavily applied, although I don't think that is entirely their fault. It's so cloudy here, everyone is very pale. Blush just tends to be too dark for skin tones like mine! I never wear it, I'm red enough as it is. Anyways... Another really common thing for the ladies is liquid eyeliner. All together, I think the whole aesthetic is supposed to be vintage inspired. Red lips, liquid eyeliner and lots of powder. I personally do NOT like this look at all. Then again, the extent of my makeup is concealer and mascara. High maintenance, I am not. Of course, these are sweeping generalizations. There is a ton of variation. Lots of girls wear lightly applied makeup, or none at all. I'm talking about the chic European girls who throw on black skinny jeans, a tshirt with some snarky saying and lip balm and are good to go. You know the girls I'm talking about.

Hair
Not much to say here, as it's pretty similar to the American scene. Lots and lots of variation. One thing I have noticed, though, is that almost everyone has some sort of bangs (or fringe, as they call it here). Which I wholeheartedly approve of. I think that everyone can pull off bangs, as long as they are the right shape and length.

The Menfolk
I'll be honest here. I love the way guys dress here. LOVE IT. The average guy is dressed in neat khakis or well-fitting jeans, a button-up, clean sneakers, a scarf and a tailored peacoat. Now tell me that's not snazzy. Some even go the extra mile and wear leather boots. I have definitely found my weakness. Well... I'll admit, in my little TT-fantasy land, all the boys would wear kilts and sing merry songs. But that's sadly not the case. I did get lucky yesterday, though. It was Robert Burns Day, which is essentially an explosion of Scottish pride all day. Haggis, whisky, bagpipes and more kilts than you can shake a stick at. Which made me a very happy girl indeed.

Also, I can't be bothered to re-read this post. So... if there is a bunch of nonsense in it... blame it on my sore throat and stuffed head. I'm not responsible. :)