The Makeup Cull

For some time now I have stared at my overly stuffed make up container and thought, 'I should do something about that', but I have this WEIRD thing going on where I hate to throw out things unless they're all finished. Like shampoo and conditioner for example. I am currently about half way through a bottle but I'm sick of it and want to try another brand, but I can't bring myself to buy any more until these bottles are done. Crazy? Maybe.

The tipping point with my makeup collection was when I fished around to the bottom of my bag and found a shimmery loose eyeshadow dust/powder that I think I bought... hmmmmm... at least 9 years ago. But its a super pretty, bronzey, neutral, go-with-everything colour and I love it. But the day after wearing it I noticed that the skin on my eyelids was all dry and flakey and just gross. Coincidence? Maybe. But I wasn't going to take any chances. In the bin that eyeshadow went. I think 9 years was a sufficient life for it.

I also decided to cull anything else that had been languishing in the dark depths of my makeup bag for too long. This is the cull:

And this is the new and improved makeup bag. No more overflowing mess! Hooray!!!

But now I have a list of new beauty products I need. One of them being a new foundation. Duh duh dahhh! I hate foundation shopping. I'm after something new. I am currently using Clinique but want to branch out a bit. Any suggestions?

I really want the Bobbi Brown BB cream. Tried this on at Mecca Cosmetica and it was amazing. Great coverage that lasted all day!

C xo

Team Sport

 Who would have thought that this here little blog about shoes and shopping and family and food would have a heading like 'Team Sport'?

Well readers, it does. Deal with it.

On a side note, I love the whole neon runners trend at the moment.
These are not mine, but I wish they were!
Source: Pinterest

I've joined the work mixed netball team. Not having played in over 10 years didn't stop me. No siree. I was jumping on that social team sport bandwagon like there was no tomorrow!

And what do you know, I actually enjoy it... most of the time... but I'll get to that a bit later.

I typically end up playing WA or WD (as my lovely sister in law puts it - they are the shittiest positions so they put the shittiest players in them. Thanks J!). But occasionally I moonlight as GS. I know! Short little me as GS. I love it. And i'm ok at it if I do say so myself. I think everybody gets a bit put off by my height (or lack thereof) and just let me go for it.

Anyway, back to the enjoying it bizzo. Its SOCIAL netball. Its supposed to be fun, right? WRONG. Some people take it very seriously. They are super competitive and get all yelly at the ref and stuff. Luckily we haven't had too much of that. And then you get people like me who are pretty shit at netball (J said so!) who like to play for funsies, but when you get put up against somebody who is a) good and b) a bitch (like tonight) you get a very ragey Cath. My opposition was just so..... ahhhh! Frustrating! She was sticking her big bum in my face and just being all condescending because I had to ask few questions about the rules to the ref (because I didn't know!). And then she made me mad, and made me be even shittier at netball than normal which made me be offside more often, or contact more often, and accordingly, give away penalties more often. So. Frustrating.

I was thinking while I was playing, how do the pros block out all of the stuff that irritates them? Do they have a secret? I just tried to ignore my bitchy counterpart and play as best I could. All I wanted to do was play good to show her up. It didn't really work. Oh well. We did win though. So that's something!

Do you play team sport? How do you keep your cool in heated situations?

C xo