If you look up “mature eyes” on any internet search engine, you will find a pitch for skincare products and surgery. This perpetuates the idea that only young eyes (the kind that are airbrushed beyond reason) are beautiful. I am out to change that perception! When I meet with my clients face-to-face, I teach them about what I call the Anti-Aging Line™.
When I teach them about the Anti-Aging Line™, I find women refer their friends to me like crazy; because once you understand this, you really can improve your makeup application. I have been collecting pictures of my willing clients so you can see this on other eye shapes— that way you can find the Anti-Aging Line™ on yourself.
Find line between the corner of your nose, eye and where your brows should end.
Here is my mug:
Here is a close up.
Notice how I keep my makeup within the purple line? Each part of my makeup pulls the viewer up to where I want them to look. I don’t accentuate the downward angle of my eyes, because that points out the wrinkles. If I were to draw my makeup on my lid like we typically are taught, I would be accentuating the wrinkle, or the hinge that is there. When we are young, our eyes are angled up and we can do fun and funky makeup applications—but as the eyes come down, that doesn’t work. I’ve found that if you keep your makeup within the line, you are fine!
If you would like individual help with this, I can meet with you one-on-one in person or through Skype! You can contact me by emailing me at email@example.com or calling me toll free at (801) 455-7364. I’ll have a video up soon showing you more about the Anti-Aging Line™.
In 1989 big eye-shadow and big hair ruled. I was 16-years-old and was bold with my makeup too—I wore brown eye-shadow hesitatingly applied. Self-criticism held me back from enjoying those over the top eye-shadow styles of my youth. In my book I talk about how I was able to find my way out of the cycle of not appreciating what I had. Now, 25 years later, gravity has become an issue as I feel my wisdom growing, and I can totally appreciate what I have—beautiful, mature eyes.
If you only look at beauty magazines and Pinterest for your makeup application tips you may have laughed out loud as I cheer for my mature eyes—we could get really frustrated with our eyes because they are not the same as they were in 1989, 1979 or 1969. Time happens and our eyes shift. That shifting isn’t bad. I believe that ageing is beautiful and I want to help you see it!
As an early makeup artist most of my work came from brides. Those girls had the young eyes you find in all the magazines. You can really do anything you want with eyes like that—just look at the crazy makeup tips you find. I want the tips I share to help you feel more comfortable and see yourself as the beauty you are. I believe we are all beautiful; we have just been trained to think that only perfection is beautiful.
I have a ton of makeup tips for mature eyes—but here is my concern: if I just start posting these awesome tips you may not see what I am talking about. You need to be retrained first. You are beautiful. You are perfectly normal. What is being sold to you in magazines as “the standard” is not normal.
Look at this:
In this example, notice what you don’t see. There are no wrinkles, no hinge on the outside of the eye. We get this hinge wrinkle from the movement of the eye.
Now look at these:
These ladies must have been moving their eyes too much. With all these wrinkles, they must have had years of too much squinting in the sun. The problem is… these are nine year old girls! But THIS is the standard we are held to.
She is fabulously airbrushed to a standard of perfection that we all fail to meet. Because it is not real.
Here is a picture of me (please notice what a good hair day I am having).
I look stinkin’ hot and I am real. You can tell this picture hasn’t been edited because look at this picture and notice what you see.
It’s like I have wrinkles—shocking!! I look great for 41 as I use SeneGence skincare. Look at this without makeup on and see the real “normal”.
The wrinkles, the downward pull of the eye. Notice how you don’t see it on the first picture? It is because I used my makeup as a tool to guide the beholder to where I want you to look. (In my next makeup artist blog I am going to start teaching you those tricks.)
As you are out there looking at Pinterest, see if they are real tips on real faces or if the unreal standard of beauty will make you think that nine-year-old eyes are old because they are not airbrushed.
WARNING, pictures of my dental surgery are below.
I admit it, I love my wiggle tooth, but I didn’t always.
When I was nine I knocked out my front three teeth, and the excessive dental work began. I hated the gap, it made it so obvious what missing and what was so clearly wrong with me. The funny thing is that those feelings of inadequacy were really coming from me, and not from others. Sure, kids teased me, but what made the situation worse was how I handled it. In my book How to Embrace Your Inner Hotness I teach how to get over self-taunts and about how to change the perceptions of ourselves to see the radiant women we really are.
I’ve learned in my nearly 20 years of working with women in beauty, that we all have an area, feature, or something we just don’t like about ourselves. Yes, there are makeup tricks that can minimize facial features to bring out our best; but I really love helping women see how beautiful they really are, and helping them start the real work—seeing themselves differently. I can meet with you one-on-one through Skype. I am here to help you see that you are far hotter than you think you are!
Through helping other women, I actually got so good at changing my perception that I LOVE my wiggle tooth! I’m not saying that I want to have a retainer with a tooth attached my whole life… but then again, maybe I do! The tooth is such a relatable subject and always an instant icebreaker. I often joke that “I am soooo HOT, I don’t need all my teeth!” It is funny– I like funny. But Mr. Greene doesn’t love it so much… I guess when he takes his wife out a on a romantic date, he would like to look across the table at a full toothed smile. It’s particularly annoying to him because we have already paid to have it repaired, and I’m putting it off because it’s so funny. I guess I can see his point of view on this.
So, on October 16th, I reluctantly dragged myself to the oral surgeon. I was so sad—not only would my adorable toothlessness be gone, but I knew it was going to hurt. I’m not really one who thinks being drilled on is fun. With that said, I firmly believe in choosing to have fun in any situation — here in this picture with the drill head attached to the recently placed implant.
I would like to point out that my lip color survived all of this with grace— meaning it stays on like a rock star! I forgot to take pictures that night of my still perfect makeup because I was high—you know, legally drugged up—since it really hurts to get drilled on. The important thing that every girl needs coming out of oral surgery is to know that her makeup is still there and looking awesome. I can help with you with that part, but the missing-tooth hotness, you will have to take care of on your own. I can show you how to bring out your best without looking like you tried too hard. If you want amazing skin, and want to know where to put your makeup and the right colors just for you that stay looking perfect all day until you take it off— I can help with that.
As for my tooth, in four months, after the bone heals around the implant, I will get a new set of not-as-hot-though-very-expensive-teeth. I firmly believe that Mr. Greene will miss the wiggle tooth. Although, if we’re being completely honest… probably not.
The company Jamberry nails has a very cool concept. Instead of waiting for what feels like eternity (at least to me) for your nails to dry, you can use these nail wraps. They’re made from vinyl and once you know what you’re doing, it’s really easy to apply. Even better- the wraps last for weeks.
You all know I do makeup, all day long. Because of that, I love long-lasting, easy beauty. I love looking great without the fuss. I’ve found Jamberry fits in perfectly with that mentality. They’re gorgeous and I particularly like them on my toes.
So, when Jamberry called me to speak for them, I was not very dignified on the phone. I was so excited to have the opportunity to speak for a company that does something so cool.
Jamberry organized an amazing show for their executive level leaders, and I brought the Hotness™ to share. While I know you’re dying to hear the details, I can’t tell you all about it because they asked me to participate in the same show again. I’ll be traveling with them to Orlando, Florida in January. Jamberry treated me very well and even gave me the swag bag they gave their hardest working leaders. All of the attendees received a copy of my book at the show.
Recently, I also spoke at “The Women Empowered Conference” put on by the Ogden/Weber Chamber. They gave each attendee my book in the swag bag. It’s such a thrill to be able to speak and have the attendees be able to learn more about How to Embrace their Inner Hotness!
Being the artsy-fartsy type that I am I love to play with paper! Back in the day was an avid scrapbook-er. Kinda hurts my heart to say back in the day because I would like to think I still am a scrapbook-er. The reality is that in writing my book something had to give. I have all the supplies – REALLY it’s a problem – and over Christmas vacation I decided I was going to make a bunch of Thank You cards. In the process of this I re-discovered my love of cutting, gluing, and design with paper.
When my kids are getting ready for bed and family prayer they brush their teeth, get in their pajamas (it’s a process). I’ll sneak into my corner (where all my supplies are and it’s still in calling distance for “brush longer” and “put those clothes in the hamper”) I’ll make a card or two as the kids obediently (fingers crossed) go about their routine.
Kids are always watching and learning. We don’t always know what lessons we are teaching. I thought I was teaching a lesson about proper two minute teeth brushing. But kids are always full of surprises.
This month has had some extra stressers. Some good and some not so good. I have been trying to manage the demands of being a mom, wife, daughter (my parents live in our basement and don’t have the best health), makeup artist, team leader, author, and speaker. It’s not always easy to balance them all. Sound familiar? This is the state of being a woman. We think that we can do it all and the problem is that usually we can.
My daughter’s school is on break and she has been with me throughout the day as I do a makeup demos. She colors as I talk on the phone with clients and even, at moments, fights with her brother just as I am being offered a speaking opportunity.. love that? Wednesday, she was in my scrapbooking corner. They have papers in my corner that they have free reign with. I was glad that she was happily creating and engaged to allow me to attend to other tasks: Making dinner with one hand and checking my day’s to-do list with the other.
My daughter brought me a stack of her handmade cards, “Mom these are for you. They are for your clients. I will make them for you so you can rest more. You say ‘Thank You’ a lot and now it will be easier!” It brought tears to my eyes. She worked so hard on them and she did it for me and the lucky women who will get one of these works of art. The kind of art that we moms love. The kind of art that cannot be duplicated because she is only eight for so long.
Her friend at dance on Thursday bought her a Gatorade. She immediately told me: “Mom I need to give her a Thank You card!” A little later a card was made. And another for Grandpa who is in the hospital recovering from knee surgery. Her brother shared his candy bar (well just a little corner of it) and he got a Thank You card too. There is nothing better than getting a Thank You card.
I was tucking her in bed and thanking her for her kindness to me. She said mom, “I think of others before I think of myself. That’s what Grandma says and she is right.”
Being a mom is the best work I do. It is more important than the applause I receive as a speaker, more than the reviews on my book, or the success of my team, more than the gratification of helping a woman see her beauty— I love what I do the impact I am able to have to help others. But more than all of that I am thankful that my three kids are watching, learning, and serving others too.
Send a thank you card. People love getting them. Especially if they are made by small loving hands.
For my entrepreneur friends:
Do you have confidence in you? Do your clients? Do they believe you will take good care of them? Does your family believe in you?
Friday, I was working a Christmas boutique when a lady called my house looking for a distributor. My eleven year old son answers. He picks up the phone by saying, “This is the Greene’s. How may I help you?” Echoing what he has heard me say thousands of times, “This is Leta, how may I help you?”
The woman was desperate to purchase LipSense for her sister as a gift. She had called two other distributors (fortunately not on my team) leaving messages. None of them had called her back.
She then calls my house. She can tell that the man answering the phone is young. But he is professional and told her, “My mom is at an expo. Here is her cell phone. She is awesome and will take good care of you.” He has heard me say to clients “I will take good care of you” and more importantly he has seen me take good care of my customers.
She believed him called me and ordered several tubes of lip color. She asked if there was any way I could deliver it to her tonight. I asked if it was okay for me to drop it after my expo around 8:30 pm. She said that was great and was immensely grateful.
I called my son telling him what a great job he had done and that I would give him $7 (a large amount of money to his 11 year old economy) as a 5% commission on the sale. He was busting proud bragging to his grandparents and dad all day!
At the expo the building was cold. Very cold. The heater was not working properly. And it was only 55 degrees. I am very tired of being cold, I’m tired– and honestly feeling grumpy. Walking out I accidentally spill my tester kit of 100+ tubes of lip color, eye shadows, concealer, and foundations all over the ice. Remember, I’m tired, cold, and now I have to bend over and un-glove my hands to pick up tubes from the icy ground below. I want to cry. I don’t have the best hip and bending in the cold is the last thing I want to do. I decide not to cry. My tears may freeze.
Two wonderful men saw me struggling in the parking lot to pick up numerous items from the icy floor and came to help. Thank you to my rescuing knights! One man pointed his car lights so that we can divide my applicators, that are now dirty, to the trash, and put my testers back into my kit to be cleaned and organized later. Hopefully where it’s warm!
As I headed to the woman’s house I put on my happy face carrying in my container of inventory– Not only did she order significantly more upon seeing all the pretty colors and my impressive inventory she also purchased my book for her and as a gift for the boxes awaiting to be mailed out from her Santa’s workshop. We had a delightful conversation not only do I have a new customer I also have a new friend.
Driving home I’m still tired, still cold but with $420 extra income. I’m thinking about how remarkable my son is and it hits me he has modeled me. I’m teaching him something incredible. Old time values that seem to be forgotten of doing what I promised I would do even when it’s hard, teaching kindness, courtesy– I’m incredibly thankful as a mother that I’m an entrepreneur. Being an entrepreneur takes confidence in myself. It’s not always easy but you know life isn’t easy but the rewards are greater than the money. Don’t get me wrong I like money, the reward of involving my children in what I do and how I do it is well– priceless.
Two boys, ages 12 and 15, are dead. We read headlines everyday: shootings in schools, missing, hurt and exposed children– It is upsetting to think about. Fortunately those we love are safe, that is what we tell ourselves. We are safe. It wont happen to us. The closer the incident the more our comfort zone of safety is striped away.
My family lives in South Jordan, Utah. One of the safest states in the country and in one of the safest towns. Our neighborhood is Daybreak. It is so idealistic that they advertise picture perfect beautiful people, homes, and yards with the tag line “This is getting good”. It is good. It is Daybreak good.
Last Friday two boys were killed, the names were just released. The details of why are still not clear. Was it an accident? A suicide? We don’t know. What we do know is that mothers have lost their precious children. She will live and they are gone. It is not the right order of things to bury a child.
I know because I have buried a child. My Katelynn would be four. Her death was not an accident. It was not violent. It was her body giving out due to rare medical issues. It gnaws at me constantly, I have to choose to be happy to go forward. I find comfort that her death couldn’t be prevented. But for these two boys – Everything that went wrong could have been prevented. How does a mother deal with that? I wish I could offer her some advice that would help her! Even though I have sat by a grave site wondering how I could go on. I know that I have nothing to offer her. It is not the same. None of us really know how another person is feeling, what their experience is — Yet we think we do and we make judgments all the time. What we think we would have done, said and how strong we think we would be or not be and we don’t even really know ourselves until we are there. I hope for her that she will find the strength needed. I plead for her that judgments and hurtful comments of others will be filtered out. I pray that in her dark moments where the grief literally knocks her off her feet that she will be able to kneel and feel the guidance and comfort that only God can give. I know in those moments for me – Where breathing felt like a betrayal — that prayer helped, and helps still.
I don’t think I know them. I don’t know. One of the boys is just older than my son… I have spoken twice at the school. Was that boy in the audience? We are all wondering why and how our children will be effected. We are all wondering about the poor mothers. It is just so sad, tragic, and wrong to see a life so young… gone. We all want to think something so sad would not only never happen to us but that we will be safe from it.
When I hear about a shooting, a death far away I can offer nothing but prayers. I can send humanitarian packets.. I can donate. Now this is here in my neighborhood. I want to take food over. I want to hold her hand… and then I realize I might as well be a world away. I think I can do those things, but really if I don’t know her she doesn’t want me to hold her hand, she doesn’t want my tears. The tears of a stranger. I want to do those things to comfort me. So I can hope that her friends and family rallies to her side… you know the people she actually knows. I can go to the funeral and I hope that our neighborhood shows up in force to silently offer our support. I can donate money and may be able to take a meal over but in the end she will be hurting at times I could never touch her with comfort. When really even those close to her can’t. So we pray. I pray for her. I pray for the boys.
The day before if you had asked me where I lived I would have told you about the idealistic setting, the low crime.. now when it is closer to home. I am so aware that it is not my home. And it could be. It could be any of our homes. Even in all the perfection and care of our lives – Horrid, awful things could happen even to us. So instead of thinking, we are all safe, I hope that the one thing I could give as advice. Not to the mothers of the boys but to us: To not judge her, to not judge her boy. Because judgment is just a way we hold others away from our hearts and count ourselves blessed. It could have been, and could be our child there, dead. So we should pray and give all the love we can. And be grateful for today.
When I was 25 years old my boss turned to me and said, “What does every woman in here have that you don’t”? I look around confused. It is 1999 in Fort Worth, Texas. I am looking at my co-workers and cant figure out what he is talking about. Finally he lets me know – it’s fake nails,they all have acrylic nails.
It’s my lunch break and I am supposed to do something about this. So, off to Le Nail salon I go. I was welcomed back to work as a true Texas woman.
My nail tech would regularly lecture me on what nails were to be used for and what not. They are not screw drivers and they are not scrubbers! I think if they are going to be right there at the end of your hand it seems to me that they should be used! And used and abused they were.
I am not petite of frame so I liked how they made my hands look. When my kids started coming it was hard to find the time to get to the salon and I missed far to many appointments. Due to the fact that my hands are in women’s faces all day it is easier to just have a short simple nail, very easy to take care of.
In turning 40 I walked by a nail salon and I remembered fondly the pampering of getting my nails done and I think ‘Perfect, I have time and I can commit to taking care of my nails’! I see me being better than I was in the past, I would regularly go in and my new nail tech will like me. She will not slap my hands in disapproval that I have let myself slide into using them as a flat head screwdriver. She will see me regularly now that I am grown up enough to do this! After all I am in the beauty industry, I can do this. I picked out silver glitter! Its nail shellac, its different, better and – did I mention the silver glitter? Seriously, how fun is that?!
Busy.. really busy! This is good, my business is growing and I’m in demand…my kids, hubby, dinner, responsibilities, etc. It may have been more than three weeks. Week three and I notice my nails are now officially unacceptable. I look at my schedule… there is literally no time. None! I have never heard of a nail spa open at 11:30 at night though that would be perfect for me. My nails are simply not more important to me than my hubby, kids or business.. so I officially have failed this experiment. Seriously outgrown… oh and they are now chipping at the base! Large half off side moons of missing glitter.
Driving to a networking meeting I see my damaged glittered nails reflecting. This is professional, put together and in a room full of women.. yes this is ideal.. totally not looking the part of my brand. I don’t need my nail tech to be slapping my hands, I am doing that just fine.
A lady crosses the room saying she hadn’t had the chance to meet me yet. I thank her, we are all very proper getting to talk for a moment.. she then says, “I hope this doesn’t sound odd but I saw you across the room and your skin is just radiating and you are so put together.. I wish that I looked that good.” Flattered of course, this happens a lot as my skin is (no humble way to say it) amazing. I explain that it is my job, “I am a skin care expert, makeup artist and image consultant”! Immediately she starts to point out all these things that are wrong with her.. from her hair to her toes! I laugh at the irony and say, “let me help you feel better about you!” Holding my less-than-manicured-tattered-glitter-nails in front of her face—we both laugh as we discuss how we just don’t really see the faults in others like we see the faults in ourselves. She thought I was perfect when I was sporting outgrown talons… she didn’t see them. But I did.
How often do you just let one small thing draw your focus? Others see the overall image, not the little nit picking that we are so prone to do to ourselves. I love this quote by Tina Fey:
(If you retain nothing else, always remember the most important rule of beauty which is: who cares?)
It’s a great reminder—no one cares!! As much as we do and as long as we are radiating our beautiful smile and a kind heart we are gorgeous, radiant and perfect! And if you happen to be sporting outgrown chipping shellac well, then you can help others feel good at their granddaughter painted toe nails.
Fast, Easy & Fabulous Moisturizers for daytime and evening care!
SeneGence offers 4 types of Daytime and Evening Moisturizers. The most common skin type is Normal to Dry but there are different combinations depending on your skin type: Normal to Dry, Normal to Oily, Oily to Acne and Dry.
After cleansing (with SeneGence 3n1 Cleanser) you need to moisturize. Our Daytime moisturizers ‘contain SenePlex Complex, natural oils to protect, moisturize and lubricate the skin’. When combined with MakeSense Foundation it gives you an equivalent of a 30 SPF! Lasts 6-9 months.
What makes this even better is you only need about 1 pump for your entire face!!!
The Evening Moisturizer is just as amazing! Also containing the SenePlex Complex and this formula penetrates deep into your skin to keep it hydrated during the night. This is when your skin is the most susceptible, so give it something good to soak in! Last 6-7 months.
If you need help deciding what your skin type is, I’d be happy to help!