Month: June 2013

Freaky Friday Make-Overs

And I mean freaky.

As Violet so perfectly explained previously, we decided to do sisterly make-overs on one another. And as just about anyone could have expected, the results left much to be desired. So much so, that someone literally deleted all the pictures! I did not break a sweat, and my ankles nearly (thanks again for those deathtraps you strapped to my feet) for nothing! Without further ado, here’s what happened.

What I Did For Her:

I decided that my goody-two-shoes of a little sister needed a major update. I replaced her sweater ways with leather. So much leather. So good. Specifically, I gave her a black leather skirt, biker boots, and a simple white tee. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the vest to complete the look (because, apparently my room “looks like a tornado went through.” Moms are great, aren’t they?).

With her dressed so perfectly, we moved onto make-up. Such an ensemble requires heavy, dark eyeliner and lips as dark as the blood of your enemies. I had to cake on the blush just to try to give her some color, because, let’s face facts, that girl is pale as a ghost!

I mean, if I had the skill, this is what she should have looked like

Body and face were done, so next was hair. And yes, I did give her a man bun. Because, sadly, my own hair is just far too thin to sustain the glory, so I must live vicariously (which I do whenever she sits still long enough…. so, usually when she’s reading. I can get away with anything then, she literally will not notice). And here, I must point out that had you let me give you bangs, IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED FAR LESS MAN-ISH!
Hide the sheers all you want, but I guarantee you, I will find them. And Mom’s not home, Violet. Mom’s. Not. Home.

Overall, I made this mouse of a girl into an edgy woman. Seriously, who doesn’t want to look like a 26 year old biker chick? Get your brain checked! It was magnificent.
What She Did to Me:

First off all, out of what can only be described as vengeance/envy, she pinned back my bangs. My signature, my love. Gone. Then, she proceeded to curl every hair (seriously, though, why does that take so long?) into an angelic, half-up do *insert gagging noises*
“Ridiculously gorgeous” she said. It was a beehive. Seriously.

She then clad me in a black circle skirt, white blouse (do you seriously iron your clothes?!), and pink cardigan. And it was not a subtle pink. I got lacy bow tights for …. “edge.” Edge?! Lacy bows are not edgy, sister dear. And those shoes! Your picture is misleading!! That pink makes them seem cute and unassuming, but those black monstrosities you strapped me into were lethal! That strap is not decoration. They are meant to prevent the breaking of ankles, which I assure you, I would have still managed had I stayed in them a second longer.

Finally, for make-up, she ran a couple brushes and a tube of lipstick over my face and called it made. The natural look apparently means naked-faced to this one.

Basically, by the end, I was all ready for church.

If there is a lesson to be learned, I think that it’s to just leave each other’s styles alone (even though, you actually looked amazing… And you should get bangs).


My sister Eleanor and I have always loved playing with each other’s hair and experimenting with makeup. Recently, we both agreed to let each other do whatever we wanted to the other’s appearance. Head to toe makeovers!

As you can imagine, this didn’t go as well as we thought it would.

After I finally talked the sheers out of Eleanor’s hands, we amended the verbal contract, saying that we could both do whatever we wanted within reason. You’re all welcome that you don’t have to see me with bangs. It wouldn’t have been a pretty sight.

I’m getting ahead of myself, though. Let me start with the amazing makeover I gave to Eleanor.

Hair and Makeup:

  • I pinned back her bangs and curled her hair, giving her a 1/2 up,1/2 down hair style. It looked ridiculously gorgeous on her.
  • I gave her pink, almost nude lips.
  • I decided on natural browns for eye shadow paired with black mascara so that her eyes would pop but not be a distraction from the overall look.


  • White blouse
  • Black circle skirt
  • Pink cardigan
  • Lacey bow tights
  • 2″ Mary Jane heels

Even though I had to chase her around the house with that tube of pink lipstick, the finished product was worth it. She looked so classic and so cute with this look. I even threw in the lace tights with the bow pattern to give it a slight Eleanor edge. The look would have been perfect if she had just kept the flower in her hair. Apparently, for Eleanor, a flower from our garden is not “within reason.” I let the fight go once she reminded me that she still had to give me my makeover. She didn’t admit to it being a threat, but she always gets this mischievous gleam in her eyes that gives her away.

Oh, and for the record, Miss You-can’t-make-me-wear-stilettos, these are stilettos.


And these are closer to what I made you wear, only yours were black and not even as high.

mary jane high heels


Now that you all know how great I made Eleanor look, let me share with you what she did to me…

Luckily, by the time her turn came around to have fun with my appearance, I had already hidden the sheers (we didn’t want a repeat of that morning). Since bangs were out of the question, you’ll never believe what she did to my hair. Well, those of you who are privy to my sister’s unhealthy obsession may be able to guess. Yup, that’s right. She gave me a man bun! Anyway, I can’t get into that topic. Moving on.

To accompany my new ‘do, Eleanor gave me heavy eyeliner, the darkest lipstick she could find, and more blush than my cheeks are used to.

The featured pieces of the outfit that she picked out for me were the leather skirt and biker boots. For the final Eleanor touch, she couldn’t resist putting her own glasses on me. While they look great on her, they just do not fit my face well, not to mention that they make the world a tad blurry.

Can I just say that no high school girl should look like a 26-year-old female biker? With my features, less is more when it comes to makeup.

So, while I made Eleanor a gorgeous, edgy socialite fit for any occasion, she decided to turn me into an older, edgier, man-bun-wearing version of herself. Thank you, Eleanor, for giving me yet another reason to dislike man buns.