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My Makeup Tips for the Lazy Girl

Admit it. There are some days when we’re just too lazy to apply makeup and get all dolled up. Some girls are high maintenance, some are low maintenance, some struggle to find the balance between the two and some are just, well, plain lazy. If you fall in the last category, don’t fret. You can still look and feel like a million bucks without spending so much time in front of the mirror. Here are my tips.
Invest in a good skin care routine

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I use Clinique but you can use whatever works for you. You want to look radiant right? The best way to achieve this is by having a good base i.e. your face. You need to take care of your skin. Get rid of all that deep-seated dirt and zap those zits. Get rid of the oilies too. If you have a good canvass, you only need a minimal amount of makeup and that is good news for a lazy girl, right?
Get good primers
I know this is just an extra step but believe me, you need this. A good primer will help your makeup last longer so you don’t have to keep touching up during the day. I recommend these two:

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nars makeup primer, by bitsandtreats_thumb[6]

You also need an eye primer and my favorite is Shadow Insurance. Others swear by UDPP:

shadow insurance and udpp, bitsandtreats_thumb[2]

Use your fingers
Use your fingers as tools. You can apply moisturizer, primers and foundation using your hands and your fingers. This way, you don’t have to be bothered with what brush goes with what.

Use double-duty products
To cut your primping time even further, buy products that have multiple uses:

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nars angelika the multiple, bitsandtreats_thumb[1]
NARS The Multiple in Angelika

This way you only need one product for different parts of your face.

Stay tuned for part 2!

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