Ladee dressing in all 4 Types! (And what I'm really wearing.)

*Please note that I am no longer The Type 3 Woman. Here's why.*

Well, everyone else is doing it. I might as well do drugs and jump off a cliff too.

Mark it in your journals people, I wore color on my lips.

These big lips wear nothing but Chapstick Medicated.

So what does that mean?

It means I only have one lipstick color...from four years ago. 

Buried deep within the dark part of my bathroom drawer, hadn't seen the light of day in several months, to be pulled out for "Just In Case" moments.

Like today. Thanks to The Crazy for making me keep it.

So I had to get a little creative. 

Type 1's lipcolor = The lipstick +  white liquid shimmer eye shadow

Type 2's lipcolor = The lipstick + a dab of this (brunette). No joke.

Type 3's lipcolor = towel burned lips (I did T3 last) + light brown shadow to bring back to "normal".

Type 4's lipcolor = The lipstick + a bright pink eye shadow that also bunks with lipstick.

While I should have gone all out and done a full face of makeup with each Type, I didn't. I had the burning desire to get this all done now, and to do that would take several days, if not all day. And motivation. Which comes at random.

Maybe makeup can be another day.

Perhaps. 

Eh.

My conclusion on wearing each Type:

Type 1 - I laughed at myself with this look. I look ridiculous. And like a man. My nose looks eww. And I felt like I was suffocating myself with trying to be excited in this photo.

Type 2 - I felt like I was forcing myself to be the romantic we all know I'll never be. I hated trying to be soft and sweet, yuck. Reminded me of times past when I wasn't myself.

Type 3 - DUH, how do YOU think I felt?

Type 4 - I had three different Type 4 tops and after doing those photos, I felt like I had a knot in my stomach. I can see why people feel anxiety for reasons not found as I was on the verge of having an attack myself wearing such bold colors. I threw off my last top and didn't hang it back up. I'd rather go naked, I've decided.

But I have a confession. 

I have one color that I love beyond my love for chocolate turnovers that, according to the Type 3 mold, is not a color I should be wearing.

Sorry?

No, I'm not. Will I ever place myself in a mold again? 

Crud, I hope not.

I really don't know what this color is called. It's a deep grey with a hint of blue. Looking online I found a site that called it "pewter" but that brings me back several years ago when I was debating with my friend that pewter was more of a grey-brown than a grey-blue.

According to Wikipedia, we're both right.

But regardless, I don't see this color as "pewter". 

I loved this pewter shirt as it sat for weeks in my closet, unworn. Something about that shade me happy, but I figured it wouldn't look good on me as grey was just for the Type 2s. 

Encouragement of a friend had me trying it on.

How could I look so good in such a "wrong" color? I don't know! But the rebel inside smirked and said, "Who cares? I like it!" I took a pic and sent it to my friend with this message, "Screw brown, this is my black".

And then I was introduced to the beautiful name Zyla. I know little of Zyla. 

...except that Zyla calls me "The Sexy Librarian". 

Hello, best name ever!

I sure as hell like her. 

Or him. Whoops yes, HIM.

(My bad.)

Especially after hearing my friend, Jane, say this:

"Zyla does NOT determine your (type) by your...colors, you are (your type) first and then those are your special additional colors, that might even seem out of range."

Why does this make me so stinkin' happy?

Because it allows me to be a rebel without really being a rebel! Ya know that I'm sayin'?

That's like God saying, "No one can cheat in college and expect to become a high-paying doctor... Except. For. You. You are immune. Enjoy."

My "First Base" color is technically my black! And my energy color is a darker version of my first base color which therefore would make sense why I love wearing it and why I feel so darn good doing so!

Sometimes being a rebel is being right.