The funny thing about breakups...

The funny thing about breakups is that though debilitating at first, they can actually inspire you to do extraordinary things.  They'll make you want to cut your hair.  (Bangs? Yes, please!)  They'll inspire you to redecorate your apartment. (How many times can one visit Anthropologie in the course of a single weekend?  The answer is as many times as one would like!)  They'll make you run faster and longer than you ever thought possible. (Did I really just run 2 consecutive miles? In less than 20 minutes? And I'm still...alive?! Yes. Yes. And Yes!)  Breakups will inspire you to face your biggest fears (like managing your personal finances), read piles and piles of books that you've been meaning to get to for years, caulk your bathroom tub, and, as you can see, breakups will even inspire you to start a blog.

And so, World Wide Web, here I am.  I have arrived, broken hearted but not broken spirited, prepared to bare all in the name of love and beauty.   The truth is, I'm a single, twenty-something beauty publicist living in Manhattan with lip gloss up to my eye balls and men as far as my mascared eyes can see.  But as we all know, there's only one true shade and only one true soul mate (not to be confused with COVERGIRL Lip Perfection Lipstick in Soul Mate) out there for us.  And, lovely readers, I am determined to find both.

I originally came up with the idea for Love, Loss, and Lip Gloss almost two years ago, when just another one of your typical New York bachelors stopped returning my phone calls.  I wanted to get back into writing and thought the blog would be the best way to mix what I knew best:  beauty and dating.  But life got in the way--work got busy, the seasons changed, I grew lazy with the idea of actually putting pen to paper--er, well, finger to keyboard.  Then, in April of last year, I met a guy that actually made me think I'd have to ditch the "loss" part of my blog title; he really made my life just "love and lip gloss".  For eight happy months the idea of my blog sat perched high on the proverbial shelf, collecting dust, until December when it all came crashing down.  Suddenly "loss" was back, meaning serious business.  And so in picking up the pieces of everything that once was, I decided that this time I'm finally going to do it.  I'm ready to share my love of beauty, discover the beauty in letting go, and prove (to myself, if not anyone else) that love will ultimately prevail...even in this big, bad city.  I will test lipsticks and glosses tirelessly--until my lips are permanently stained and my hands look like a painter's palette.  I will heal my broken heart, get back on that horse, and date with no abandon.  These are my adventures in love and beauty.




xoxo, Pretty.