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By: bebedee

bebedee — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 23:42:23 +0000

My earliest beauty memories involve my mom, aunt and grandma. Mom is a perfume junkie and she started my addiction early with Avon’s Sweet Honesty in various girly bottles. My tastes have grown up a bit, but still I love smelling good, whether it’s Nautica, Versace or The Body Shop.

My aunt started my fascination with eyeshadow – she had a shadow palette that must have had 100 different colors, and she would let me play with them sometimes when she realized that I kinda knew what I was doing! She laughed when I recently showed her my pink tackle box full of pigments, glosses and powders.

And Grandma (my best friend) was the jewelry queen – chunky necklaces, brooches and earrings galore. I spent many a happy day putting on every piece she owned, sometimes all at once! Sadly, she passed away when I was 11. Despite her having 3 daughters, 2 other granddaughters and 3 sisters, everyone knew who her jewelry was going to – me. To this day, I receive compliments on her jewelry, and it keeps her alive in my mind and heart.

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My mother never wore any makeup, bless her heart, The only makeup she wore was a bright swath of tangerine red lipstick

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By: Anna Renee

Anna Renee — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 09:30:10 +0000

Ooooo! My first perfume was Love’s Baby Soft too! I remember going to our local drug store and purchasing this one that I felt was appropriate for me! My mom and aunt loved Jean Nate and Fashion Fair! My Aunt used Barbara Walden’s makeup as well–I thought that was cool–black woman’s makeup! I preferred Posner’s and its Get Down Brown and Blast Off Burgundy lip colors! Ha ha! Later on I found a body oil shop in the Gay community (Im from SF) and bought a $3 bottle of Jasmine oil! Whew, I was in love! And in downtown SanFrancisco, there was a shop called Beadazzled and I bought all kinds of beads–wood, glass, stones, wire, etc, and used them for my beaded braids back in the day! When I reached my twenties, I loved Lauren, then Opium, Poison, Giorgio, Benetton, (I stayed in Macys!) then in my thirties I started making and selling body oils and bath salts and had a little shop for a while. I totally loved it all. I even did research on perfumery, and was fascinated by it all!! Great post!!!

By: Jessica

Jessica — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 03:09:52 +0000

My mom is a natural beauty who never ever wore makeup regularly. I think I’ve only seen her wear lipstick a handful of times. I’m so lucky to have had a natural beauty as a role model.

But my earliest memory is her teaching me how to apply perfume to the 7 classic pulse points. Do they even sell “Charlie” perfume anymore? She got me a small bottle of this to practice with and it makes me so nostalgic.

By: Mia

Mia — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:49:17 +0000

love this post!! My earliest and fondest beauty memories lie with my mother and her 2 sisters. Every weekend they would all come together at one of my aunt’s houses and give each other manicures, do their hair and swap makeup and stuff. Since then i have loved makeup and nail polish!

By: Lynette

Lynette — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:15:32 +0000

My mother never wore any makeup, bless her heart, but I did have an aunt who had a dressing table filed with all kinds of goodies. I remember putting on some of her blue eyeshadow when I was about 8-she didn’t have any sponge applicators or brushes so I used my fingers, and man did I get a spanking for it.

Then I disovered the joys of nail polish and my aunt took me to the drug store for my very first bottle of pink cutex polish. Looking back it probably wasn’t very flattering, but I loved it. Then I moved on to the huge tube of Dr. Pepper lipsmakers and that gigantic bottle of Bonne Bell’s Ten-0-Six which burned my face something fierce. When my aunt passed away, no one put up an argument when I said that I wanted her vintage hats, gloves and purses because I was always the one who spent hours playing in her stuff.

My mom did wear perfume, so I was always snagging her Kiku, Shalimar and Opium. I am just a perfume, cosmetic and acessory junkie!

My sister doesn’t wear make up, but her 6 year old daughter has a keen interest in cosmetics, so hopefully she’ll be playing in my makeup and she most certainly won’t be getting a spanking over it

By: Mishara

Mishara — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:03:25 +0000

Hmmmmm one of my first beauty memories was created in my imagination. I listened as a little girl to my mother describe the beauty of both her mother and father. Her mother was known for tying beautiful cloths together (as skirts and headwraps) and looking amazing. That was in the 50′s way before the Bohemian style existed. And she rocked it! My grandfather on the other hand was the sterotypical pretty faced bad boy. He rode motorcycles and wore leather that made women squeal lol. My mother painted these pictures for my imagination as a child. Although she couldn’t care less about fashion or beauty products she shared these details with me to make me smile as a child. It worked.

By: Autumn

Autumn — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 23:45:38 +0000

My earliest beauty memory is from when my brother was born. My grandmother came over to watch me and she swept into my house in a red silk blouse and grey wool skirt, perched on a pair of red heels. She wore her hair close to her scalp and giant gold clip-on earrings because she was afraid of getting her ears pierced. The only makeup she wore was a bright swath of tangerine red lipstick. She looked so different from my mom, who smelled of patchouli and sandalwood and wore hippie blouses and amber rings. This moment was when I realised beauty wasn’t just one monolithic thing but my grandmother with her suits and heels was just as beautiful as mom with her beat up jeans and Earth Shoes. And now, in my thirties, I’m a mix of them. I wear bright lipstick and moisturise like my gran and for the last seventeen years have not gone a day without patchouli on my wrists. My daughter is six and she will wear a dab of patchouli….

Thanks for bringing up lovely memories!