The Long and Shortall of It 



Summer officially here, and I’m ready to bust out my shortalls. What’s that, they died with the ’90s? Hmm, well that’s unfortunate because I have four pairs.

Yeah, they make me look like a kid—I admit it. And there’s no great way to store them (Do you hang them up? Do you fold them into an odd lump? I still haven’t found a method that works). Often they are too baggy in the butt or too tight in the crotch, with never a happy medium in sight unless you’re willing to do some extensive altering on your own.


Honestly, you have to go out of your way to even find a pair. It’s inconvenient. Start at the thrift store, but once you’re through the doors, where does one even begin looking?

The miles of jeans stretching the length of the store? The shorts section? Perhaps the seasonal rack, where only the most bizarre, vaguely classified as “warm weather” clothing is grouped? It’s practically impossible. So when you do find a pair, you hang on to it with clenched fists—even if it’s cherry red and the legs are flared. You didn’t even know flared shorts existed.

DIY Diva

No matter. You’ve cleared the first hurdle. The next challenge is accessorizing.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: jelly shoes and plastic choker necklaces, temporary tattoos and Scary Spice buns. I’d be lying if I said some of those items don’t entice me. (Skip the temp tats though, because you’re a grown-ass woman and can get real tattoos—they’re much cooler.)

Opt for a tiny backpack purse (also thrifted), maybe a floppy sunhat—we’re aiming for cliché tourist chic here.  Go bold or go home. Platform sandals? Um, duh.  Hawaiian button up? Totally. Fanny pack? The more the merrier, I say.

Tools of the trade

I digress. Shortalls aren’t cool. It’s the reason I can only find them at the thrift store. I keep trying to make them cool, and no one is buying it. Even the name is stupid: shortalls. Short overalls.

And then there’s the inconvenience they impose—there’s the whole hassle of straps, etc. when you have to pee, and trying not to let them dangle in the toilet. It’s almost as inconvenient as the romper (an article of clothing I really hate, even though I own one and it’s almost the same thing as shortalls—but I digress yet again).

I’m living in a ’90s fantasy, but I look damn good. You probably hate what I’m wearing. But that’s okay; I probably hate what you’re wearing too.


Adventures in De-Potting: The Preparation

You might have heard the term “de-potting” thrown around in the beauty community as of late. 

No, I’m not talking about gardening. I’m talking about removing pressed powder pots of makeup from their clunky plastic containers.

 Sure, the packaging is often adorable, but how functional is it? And what about when you only really use one or two of the pans inside? And lest we forget, what about all those loosies you get from your monthly subscription bag/box that you love but keep misplacing?

This is the beauty of de-potting: You can make your own custom palette, of sorts, by combining pans from a variety of brands. Sephora sells something called the Z Palette, which is essentially an empty box with a magnetic bottom that your pots will adhere to. MAC also sells their own version. These range from $15 to $30 in price. 

But I am a cheap bastard, and I’m not willing to fork over $20+ for an empty magnetic box I could probably make at home. My cousin has made many out of old books, but given my background in English and publishing, I have a difficult time cutting up a book. And while I’ve seen diy Z palette dupes made from DVD cases and CD cases, I’m after something a little sturdier. 

I plan to to delve into the mysterious world of de-potting with this Cinderella eyeshadow palette I picked up at Walgreens last fall. I love the frosty pinks and blues, but this packaging is horrible. It’s so big that I can’t store it anywhere (except under the bathroom sink—no thanks), and the bottom of the plastic box warped, so it won’t even lay flat on the counter.

I’m pretty sure this could be minimized to half its current size. 

Seriously, you guys. It’s like 1.5 feet wide. There’s more plastic than there is eyeshadow. Look at all that wasted space.

Excuse my cluttered vanity.
I thought this palette might be a good one to start with because it’s not super high-quality makeup (like, say, Urban Decay), so if I accidentally break a few pots while haggling with the packaging, it won’t be a big deal. 

Also, I’m not a big Disney girl, so this plastic monstrosity has got to GO.

 I plan on taking a gander through the Dollar Tree (Be still, my heart!) and possibly Michael’s this weekend to see if any inspiration strikes (and to get a few wedding-related things…) — although I do have a Birchbox box (confusing?), which might make a nice palette if trimmed and hinged. We will have to see! The sky is the limit, eh?

And the rows dont even line up. NOPE.
I’m thinking a patterned contact paper to cover the whole shebang would be cool. Thoughts, guys? 

Do you de-pot? If you have any tips, I’d be more than happy to hear!


—Marge 💋


How to Get the Most Out of Your Primer

Where would we be without primer? Probably somewhere about here:


So it’s understandable why you’re distraught when the pump on your expensive primer sputters its last breath with no warning. I’ve been there.

Like many other beauty products, the inability to squeeze more out of the bottle hardly means the bottle is completely empty.  You just have to get a little inventive.

Take my gel primer from Bare Minerals, for example. I can’t squirt any more product out—but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t any left. 

Unscrewing the pump from the bottle yields a significant amount clinging to the pump and plastic bottle’s walls. And when a little primer goes a long way, this trick should keep your face primed for about a week before you’re able to make it to the store to buy another bottle.

I suppose if you really wanted to stretch the life of your primer, you could even cut the top of the container off in order to thoroughly scrape the bottle. I haven’t been this desperate tried this, but let me know if any of you have and how it’s worked out for you! My method has currently lasted four weeks.

Frugal on, my friend!

April and May Marge’s Monthly Must-Haves

Another better-late-than-never post? Sure, why not. Please bear with me while I play catch up—things are still a little crazy around here, between the move and attending weddings and planning our own. (We’ve reached the four-month mark—holy cow, you guys!)

April and May ipsy Glam Bags:

While I’m not smitten with the pouch itself for April, I loved practically everything that came in my bag.

The concealer, in particular, was a welcome relief. With the flooding to my apartment, I had limited access to the makeup in my vanity, and thus had to go sans concealer for a few weeks—until ipsy sent me some!

Other notable mentions are the blending brush, eyeliner (I haven’t had to buy eyeliner since last September, thanks to ipsy), the hair repair oil (haven’t tried it yet but looking forward to), and the Tarte lippie (which I will discuss further below).

I have a sneaking suspicion ipsy knows my favorite color…

My May bag was nice too—I got a brush for the third month in a row (love!), and since this is a contouring brush I probably should learn how to properly sculpt my face now. The Smashbox mascara is awesome, but you probably already knew that already. And the Hibiskiss chapstick is fantastic—it smells absolutely delicious and leaves a nice stain on the lips. I did like the pouch for this month too, but I’m getting too many. I might cancel (gasp!) after my June bag arrives.

Tarte lipstick. While this came in my ipsy, I think it deserves its own spotlight outside of the Glam Bag. This is the first lipstick ipsy has sent me that I’ve continually worn (mostly because the color isn’t a bright pink, like I’m almost always sent). It’s more of a rosy red than a pink. It has peppermint in it, and it glides on so smoothly.  An A+ in my book.

Better Than Sex Mascara. This was another purchase because of flood damage to my apartment and limited access to my stuff. But I figured, why not treat myself to a non-drugstore mascara and try a waterproof one for the wedding while I’m at it? The girl at Sephora recommended this one to me, and I can’t sing its praises enough. I like to layer it with my Smashbox X-Rated mascara ipsy sample for maximum volume.

The Balm’s Meet Matte Hughes liquid lipstick in the shade Devoted. I tried this for my April Things I’m Going to Put on My Face (For Science) and fell in love. It’s creamy and doesn’t transfer or feather. You can read more about it here(link).

Bag Balm. This is essentially a medicated balm, kind of like Carmex but not as foul smelling. It was my BFF this month when my lips were painfully chapped and split. And it comes in this cute little green tin!

Until next month,

—Marge 💋

Haulin’ Home the Thrift Store

It’s no secret that I’m a thrift store addict. If I were inclined to slap a bumper sticker on my car, it would read something like, “I BRAKE 4 THRIFT STORES”  (and yard sales, and flea markets, and antique shops, and estate sales…).

I feel like I don’t usually have a lot of success in Vancouver thrift stores because we’re so close to Portland — prices are double what I’m used to seeing in Eastern Washington (6.99 vs. 3.99 for a pair of shoes), and it seems like clothing is almost always the too-trendy surplus from Target that I’m never interested in. But I had pretty good luck this last month, I think, so I thought I’d share.

Let’s start off with a few purses I picked up together.

The ivory one was 6.99, and the embroidered clutch was 3.99. The embroidered one is really cool because it has leather accents, and it’s unbranded and looks fairly old. The ivory one appealed to me because of the tassels (who doesn’t like tassels?) and a unique pull-out card holder it has inside.

This next photo is from the same Goodwill but a different excursion.

  • Red robe (floor-length with black lace accents)—7.99, a little spendy, in my opinion, but I’m going to wear it while getting ready for the wedding.
  • Moody Blues album—2.99
  • Vintage denim from Thompson Jean Co.—3.99, they make my butt look A+++
  • Black leather booties—7.99 Justified the “high” price because they’ll go to Ireland with me for the honeymoon.
  • Mug—0.99

I made a trip out to the Goodwill Outlet Center this month as well, and I’m very pleased with my results. Gray jeggings, mint pullover, and navy blouse (plus a leather motorcycle jacket to sell on eBay) for 7.50 (the jacket is pretty heavy, which I think is what put the price “over the edge,” otherwise I probably would have only spent about $3.)

Practically a complete outfit!

I also went to two stores with my mom & my fiancé over Memorial Day weekend while home in Spokane (her idea, not mine—I swear!). I didn’t intend to buy anything (as usual), but 3.99 kitty flats? Um, yes please.

  • Chambray blouse—3.99
  • American flag purse—4.99
  • Kitty flats—3.99
  • Their Eyes Were Watching God, paperback—1.99

The show stealer of the month? A down comforter (not pictured), practically brand new, for only 14.99. I probably wouldn’t have even considered buying it if it weren’t for my mom’s complete overhaul of my childhood bedroom—complete with hotel-style bedding (Read: white sheets, down comforter. Catch my drift?).

My fiancé is lucky I’m so thrifty. My shopping habits would be a big problem if I didn’t buy secondhand.

Also our bed is going to be so comfy. Just putting that out there.

Do you guys like reading thrift hauls? Should I do this more often (budget willing)?