Step-by-Step Reverse Smokey Eye

Step-by-Step Reverse Smokey Eye

 

Hello and happy Monday. Also, happy last day of the year. I come today with a look that I’m a huge fan of, and that I think you’ll love once you get the hang of it. I’ve included it in looks in the past, but I often just list it as “reverse smokey eye” and don’t explain it in detail. Well, today, the whole focus of the look is going to be achieving the perfect reverse smokey eye. Now, the key to it is layering and blending, and you’ll see why when you go over the steps below.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. Primer
  2. Concealer
  3. Foundation
  4. Eyebrows
  5. Nude (eyelid base)
  6. Matte orange (crease)
  7. Matte orange (lower lash line)
  8. Terracotta (lower lash line)
  9. Matte brown (lower lash line)
  10. Matte black (lower lash line)
  11. Black eyeliner (tightline)
  12. Mascara
  13. Contour
  14. Blush
  15. Highlighter
  16. Nude liquid lipstick

In the comments below tell me about a makeup trend or technique you’d like to learn to master the coming year.

Happy Monday!

Love, Miss Camila

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Nail Polish Haul/Unhaul #2

Nail Polish Haul/Unhaul #2

Hello and happy Sunday. I know I was supposed to write this post a while ago, but for some reason I didn’t feel like it. Now I do, so before I tell you about some more of my polishes, keep in mind that I’ll number my fingers, 1 being the little finger, and 5 being the thumb. That way you’ll know specifically which polish I’m talking about. Let’s get started, shall we?

img_60891. Rags to Riches by Rimmel London 

I got this in a subscription box, and although the color is not my favorite, I really like the consistency and the duration of this nail polish, so I’ll keep it and probably wear it a lot in Baltimore.

2. Holy Fuchsia by Be a Bombshell 

I got this one from Ipsy, and I’m absolutely in love with the color. The texture and pigmentation are good on the first coat, but once you apply the second one, it gets all weird and yucky. I’m still taking it because I’m seriously obsessed with the color.

3. Flirty Tankini by China Glaze 

This is an odd metallic-looking salmon polish. When I apply the first coat, my nail is still visible underneath, so I need at least two coats for full coverage, but it doesn’t dry down completely and after a day wearing it, I get desperate end up peeling it off in the shower. I’m not taking this one with me.

4. Devotion by China Glaze

This metallic polish is honestly gorgeous. It’s not really a silver, but rather a metallic gray if it makes any sense, and it has this purple undertone I love. I’m keeping this baby with me.

5. Stellar by China Glaze

I love this shade for special occasions because it goes with my choice of black clothes and golden/nude makeup. This is a glitter, which makes it all the better for me. I’ve had it for a while now, so it’s getting dry and tacky, which means it’s time for me to throw it away.

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  1. Let’s Be Friends by O.P.I

This was part of the Hello Kitty collection and I’ve had it for a while. I love the shade, and I really think this brought me good luck because I wore it to the interviews for my previous job. It’s old now and it goes on unevenly, leaving my nails looking streaky, so I’m throwing it away.

2. Océano by Vogue

I’m pretty sure this is a Colombian brand, and I don’t know why I feel that the local nail polishes have a better quality than international ones. I think this is the perfect color for the summer, and I’ll enjoy wearing it in Baltimore.

3. Small + Cute = Heart by O.P.I

This nail polish is also from the Hello Kitty collection, and I know that soon I’ll have to part ways with it, but it’s so beautiful, I just can’t right now. I need it in my life for a little longer. I think this would be a really cute color to wear as a wedding guest or during the spring.

4. Rosa Bling by Yanbal

This is a clear polish with the tiniest bit of pink on it and lots of glitter in all sizes. If I were to choose a single nail polish to wear for the rest of my life, it’ll probably be this one, and I’ll sure rock it in Baltimore.

5. Revlon 

This one doesn’t have a name, so that’s pretty helpful. I actually got two of the same in a subscription box and gave away the other one. The color is a beautiful true blue, and the consistency is great when applying it. The problem with this one is that it chips like crazy, so my manicure never lasts when I’m wearing it. I think I’m taking it and giving it one last teeny tiny chance.

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1. Midnight Mission by China Glaze 

When I was swatching this, my initial though was “why do I not wear this more often,” and although the reason is that I don’t really wear dark nail polish, I think we can change that with Midnight Mission. It’s a super deep blue with glitter on it and it just looks oh so classy. I thought it’d be dried out by now because I’ve had it for a while, but it isn’t, so I’m taking more advantage of it in the future.

 

2. H & M

This is a cute glittery magenta a friend got me when I was just getting into nail polishes. It is completely dry and useless now, so I have no other choice but to get rid of it.

3. Pelican Gray by China Glaze 

I like to channel my inner teacher with this nail polish, and I’m totally going to rock it once I go back to teaching in Baltimore. I’ve had it for a while, but I haven’t worn it enough so as to give you a more in depth review of it. I need to try it for a little longer.

4. Atractiva by Masglo 

Again, this is a Colombian brand and I think it is way better than O.P.I and China Glaze combined. I think the shade is classy but at the same time it’s playful, and this lasts me a full week and sometimes even more. I’m going to miss my Colombian brands, though.

5. Lighthouse by China Glaze 

I’ll save you the long review to tell you this: I don’t know what I was thinking buying a yellow nail polish and I’ll never wear it again in my life.

In the comments below, tell me about your favorite nail polish brand.

Happy Sunday!

Love, Miss Camila

 

Things Are About to Change

Things Are About to Change

Announcement (2).pngHello and happy Saturday. I don’t know why this feels so sad, like I’m about to tell you really bad news. I don’t know if it’s because sitting down and writing this post makes everything all the more real. But I guess I just have to go ahead and talk about it.

I think a common denominator in my latest posts is the fact that I’m telling you about my trip and how I need to start saving, or how I have to decide what I’m taking with me and what is staying in Bogota. I’ve talked about my moving away in abstract because that’s how I felt about it, you know? Like it was something that was going to happen someday but here I was still able to live my life as I have for the past twenty-four years. Well, now I’m weeks away from this trip and it’s all sort of become real.

For three months now, I’ve been able to sit down in front of my computer almost ever day and write two to three posts. I’ve been scheduling these posts, some with months in advance, but this Sunday as I saw my blogging notebook I realized that I’m sort of running out of post ideas, and what is worse, I’m running out of time. Now, of course if I stop scheduling my posts you’ll notice, probably not now but a few weeks from now, so I just wanted to give you a heads up if the nice posting stream seems to slow down.

I’m also here to tell you that the content of the posts is going to change a bit, too. I’m not going to be able to buy as much stuff, so that means there aren’t going to be as many hauls, at least not at first. I will probably be super tired or not in the best blogging mood sometimes, and that is going to translate into shorter posts.

Right now I’m not able to anticipate just how much all the changes are going to affect my blog, but I still want to let you know that I am aware of things maybe not staying the same. For now, I plan to keep the blog and to maintain the established schedule, we’ll see what happens in the future.

Happy Saturday!

Love, Miss Camila

 

What I Got For Christmas

What I Got For Christmas

Hello and happy Friday. I think it’s very easy to give me presents I’ll like because I like so many different things. Last Christmas I decided to take pictures of the presents I got so that I could haul them. Let’s get started, shall we?

Okay, so first and foremost I must clarify that I get to have two Christmases each year because my parents are divorced. This first picture is from the Christmas celebration with my dad’s family. My dad had already given me the money to pay for a test I had to take (the money was for clothes, but, well, priorities), but he still surprised me with a book called Los amores de Nishino by Hiromi Kawakami. I also got the Spanish version of Darker by E.L James from my dad’s wife. She knows me well. My uncle was the one who got me L’Ile Noire because I used to love Tintin when I was learning French many years ago. My grandparents got me that cute bracelet, and my aunt, who lives in the States, sent me the lip tattoos. Finally, my siblings and my dad’s wife got me that cute bag, which has an opening so that you can insert it in your suitcase handle.

Christmas with my mom’s family was also full of surprises, and indeed I only knew of the existence of two presents. I’m talking about the Chloé set, which was a present from my mom, and the unicorn power bank, from my grandparents. I knew about them because they gave me the money to buy them while we were on holiday in the States. The cup next to the Chloé box was a present from my sister’s boyfriend, and it was actually filled with gummies, which might be my favorite candy ever. He also got me the peanut butter M&Ms. Then the little box next to the power bank has a clip container with a metal brim, so that the clips are easy to find. That was a present from my sister, along with the long wand-like thingies, which are actually clips to seal food bags that have already been opened. She gave them to me because she wanted me to have something that reminded me of her in my new apartment abroad. The rest of the presents are all from my grandmother. She got me a stack of papers to write notes to parents on, and a mini clipboard with a pen and stickers because she loves to give me stationery and knows I love it as well. I love cats but I couldn’t have any at home because my mom doesn’t like them, so that’s why she gave me the next best thing: a toy kitten.

What did you get last Christmas? What was your favorite present and why? Let me know in the comments!

Happy Friday!

Love, Miss Camila

My Exchange Part 3

My Exchange Part 3

 

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Hello and happy Thursday. If you’ve been following me along these past few weeks as I’ve been talking about my three-week exchange to the States when I was a junior, thank you. I’ve tried to give you small chunks at a time because I know it can get exhausting to read a very long blog post. Today, though, I’ll finish day one, and then we can move on to more fun stuff (not).

I learned a lot about Irene on that trip, like the fact that she wasn’t super confident about her English, at least when it meant talking to Ruth and her mom. Now that I think about it, maybe it was her small way of rebelling; “you don’t understand my Spanish but I sure as hell understand your English. I just choose not to communicate with you directly.” I also learned that she was terrified of animals, and I don’t mean snakes or crocodiles, which probably didn’t even live where we were staying because of the temperature. I’m talking about regular pets, like the golden retriever and three thousand cats that inhabited Ruth’s house. The cats gave us a warm welcome by being in our beds, waiting for us.

We were left alone for a while after that incident, free to speak in Spanish and let all of that afternoon sink in. I knew what Irene was thinking, because it was the same thing that I thought: where the fuck are we and what did we do to deserve it? Seriously though, it was as if someone had a checklist of everything we really didn’t like and decided to punish us by giving it to us. And if you think I’m exaggerating now, just try to imagine how I felt at the tender age of seventeen.

Ruth and her mom had assembled welcome baskets for us, which had mints, post cards, maxi pads (like really huge ones), and other stuff with the American flag on it. Oh, the actually gave us a mini American flag that I must’ve left at my previous job. Man, they’re probably putting MAGA caps in their baskets now. One day Irene told me to stop eating the mints because she was sure we were being drugged with them. Hey, it’s ‘Murica, people’s water is already being poisoned with stuff to make you more docile. Why not put that into the mints too?

That night we had pasta, and I was very grateful for that because I love pasta and I also appreciated the fact that they made such an easy dish for me (the vegetarian girl) and didn’t make a huge fuzz about it. We had pasta the night after that, and then the following night, and basically every night Irene and I stayed in the house because what else do vegetarians eat anyway?

That night at dinner I started to realize how Ruth operated. How she was going to make our lives miserable for a week. The dad came home. A small man compared to what Susan was. He was shy and quiet, too, but I think it was because he knew that his wife was the one in charge and what he said or thought didn’t matter much. The only thing that he apparently led was prayer time. Oh, yes, turns out Ruth forgot to tell us that before they ate, they blessed their food, so when her dad said “let’s begin,” he didn’t mean let’s begin eating, he meant let’s close our eyes and pray. That, I realized, was the way in which Ruth operated, by not saying anything, at least not to the people she had an issue with. She didn’t tell us about the praying, which obviously made us look bad and feel bad.

Ruth’s family loved to take children from countries like Haiti and have them in their home while they were undergoing medical treatment. And I think that they might have thought that we were like those children they usually hosted in their house. Maybe they hadn’t been told that at the time our school was the best in Colombia, that the school was private and its students belonged mostly to the middle and upper classes, that this was not our first time in the States and it would certainly not be the last one.

So of course when the conversation got to the “is this your first time in America?” question, I had to say that one, no it wasn’t; I’d indeed been in the States just the previous month, and two, I actually had been born in the States, thank you very much. I knew that comment was going to make Ruth like me even less, but I really didn’t mind. I hated and will always hate when people made assumptions made on my country of citizenship, and I was really mad that Ruth’s family felt they were better than me because of the color of their passport, which I shared with them.

After dinner we went to sleep even though it was still super early because we had school the following day. I was glad to be able to rest, and to spend a day with Eileen and Becky at school. I didn’t know what Ruth and her mom had in store for us, but I would find out soon. What do you think would happen with us? Let me know in the comments below.

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila

Audiobook Review: The Picture of Dorian Gray

Audiobook Review: The Picture of Dorian Gray

Hello and happy Wednesday. Sometimes I step out of my usual trashy reads and actually go for something my English teacher at school could be proud of. And yes, it might take me the longest time, but I do finish these reads, and just like with the others, I share my thoughts with you.

I recently finished listening to the Audible version of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde and I felt simultaneously accomplished and disappointed. It’s like when you finally get to try that thing everybody’s been raving about and then you find out it wasn’t that great to begin with, you know? Like, I’m obviously proud of myself for taking that classic off my list already, but I’d rather stick to what I usually read, if I’m being completely honest here.

We all know English isn’t my first language, right? I’ve said it before. So when I’m listening to an audiobook in an accent that might not be the “standard” American accent, I sometimes don’t understand words or expressions. This happened to me when listening to this audiobook, but like everything, the accent was something I got used to and then it became easier to me to understand what the narrator was saying.

From what I remember from school, Oscar Wilde was known for his dark humor and for the way he criticized the society he lived in. This is apparent in some of the jokes and comments his characters make. I think you do need to be a bit cynical to understand where his humor is coming from because clearly is not something you can take as is. In other words, I know this novel is not for everyone, and that’s perfectly fine.

Now the style of the novel is pretty much the one of a play at times: long conversations between the characters and nothing really going on. That’s not really the type of narrative I usually reach for, but I think the fact that I was listening as opposed to reading helped the conversations seem more dynamic. Still, I don’t know if I would’ve enjoyed the book overall had I read it. I mean, I thought it was alright, but I don’t think it’s a literary masterpiece of any sort.

I knew what the story was about beforehand because I feel this is one of those novels everyone’s heard about but not many people have actually read, but I think it took way too long and way too much of the plot to get to “the point” of the story, you know? Again, I’m proud of myself for having listened to this novel, and I think it’s awesome that I get to live in a time when you have audiobooks because that makes some tough reads more enjoyable.

Let me know in the comments whether you’ve recently read or listened to a classic.

Happy reading!

Love, Miss Camila

The Anatomy of a Great First Message

The Anatomy of a Great First Message

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Hello and happy Tuesday. Today I bring you a nice Christmas present: I bring you probably the most memorable first message I’ve gotten. I know I’ve already talked a lot about why a first message is important, in the context of online dating, but today I want to give you a real-life example and I want us all to dissect and analyze it. Let’s get started, shall we?

Now, first and foremost, let’s get some context for those of you who are probably new here. After a not so great online dating experience, I decided to delete my OK Cupid account and give myself a month. I did, and following some dating advice from Mark Rosenfeld, I created an account from scratch. I believe I got this message on my first day back on OK Cupid. Here it goes:

“I don’t look like Josh Dallas, but I have tattoos and can flirt in awkward.” 

Okay, so I know this looks like a very weird message and that you’d probably swipe left if you got something like this, so I’m going to explain why it was so great for me. This message shows that the guy read my profile and used the information I provided to write something that is 100% personalized.

Yes, I’ve fallen for the “you seem really intelligent and interesting” messages, but you can literally send that to everyone, without even reading their profile. I’ve also gotten messages from people who clearly have only read part of my profile because they then ask me stuff they could’ve found out had they scrolled down a bit.

Now, let’s break this message into three parts, and analyze each, okay? That way you’ll understand why I thought it was so great and why you’ll want to get messages like this as opposed to the generic ones.

1. I don’t look like Josh Dallas. 

Josh Dallas is Prince Charming/ David in Once Upon a Time and he’s the embodiment of the kind of guy I want to marry someday. He’s attractive but not overly hot so as to make me feel insecure, and he looks like a fine lumberjack, and yes, I’m into that. In my profile, under the “what I’m looking for” section, I wrote something along the lines of “If you look anything like Josh Dallas, hit me up.” I appreciate the message even if, indeed, he looked nothing like the actor.

2. I have tattoos. 

Under that same section, I wrote “you’ll get bonus points if you have tattoos and/or are a teacher.” What? I like my men inked. I also feel that sometimes people without tattoos judge us inked people, like we harmed our body or something. I often like to be able to see the tattoos rather than to be told about them, but then again, this guy just wanted to score more points.

3. I can flirt in awkward. 

In the first section, which is the “self summary,” I wrote that I can flirt and curse in over four languages, which is true and I can prove it if we ever get to meet in person. His comment was funny and smart, and I’m sure some girl could find it charming. I personally don’t like awkward people, so that backfired for him, but it was still a nice try.

I’ll be completely honest here and tell you that I’m a shallow person and that looks matter to me. I’m saying that because despite the awesome message, when I checked out this guy’s pictures I realized I wasn’t interested in him at all. There were just too many things about his style that bothered me, that I had to swipe left. I kept the message, though, and maybe one day I’ll get one just as cool from a guy I genuinely feel attracted to.

Today because it’s Christmas in the U.S and everybody in Colombia will probably spend the day sleeping, tell me about something you wish to get, material or not.

Happy Tuesday!

Love, Miss Camila