Imo in Trouble!

Today we have the fabulous Imo of It's A London Thing confessing for us. I knew Imo wouldn't let Aunty Brown down. Though rudely enough I didn't see any of that Toblerone coming in my coming my way. I'm always open to bribes you know....

Confession is good for the soul, go ahead and unburden yourself! I promise I won’t judge.

Well the first sin is that as I am writing this at 8 in the morning and I am eating my way through a bar of Toblerone, the family size one, from the pound shop. That should give you and indication as to the tone of the remainder of this post. Most of these sins were committed in my naïve youth so I knew not what I did.

1. When I was 13 my big sister plucked my eyebrows for the very first time. Nothing major just the removal of a few stray hairs. Fast forward two years and I was all out with the razor (which belonged to my dad no doubt) shaving the ‘arch’ to create a Beyonce style brow. I had brow envy and I wanted her brows damn it but I went too far and I ended up with funny tadpole brows which look back at me whenever I see my year 10 school photo. I thought I looked wicked, the picture tells a very different story.

2. More brow woes. To rectify the damage done by my cack handed razor skills, I decided to get my brows professionally threaded. Word to the wise, professionals are not magicians, they are human and therefore make mistakes. From the ages of 15-17 I was the proud owner of slithery slim brows that made me look like I was always surprised. I was told thin brows were very mature and I wanted in on the action! Looking back, this was a mistake and I paid cash money to look like that and all *shame face*.

Here's a little something I cock...I mean cooked up earlier.

3. Lastly, I could tell you more about that time I got a tooth gem or the time I pierced my pinkie nail and wore a stud in it for two weeks. In the interests of economy the less said about these two the better, I shall refrain from doing so, for now.

There, don’t you feel better now?

Ever so slightly, these beauty sins need to be finally put to rest!

Aunty Brown has a few more questions though; it’s true that I’m the nosy type.


Which trend still makes you cringe?

Black lipliner and silver or gold lipstick/gloss. My mum ‘made me up’ when I was 11 for a talent contest and she used her dark brown eyeliner pencil to line my lips and her gold lipstick to fill in. We thought I looked great. I looked like a mug. This practice still occurs today mind you, it’s a trend that transcends all understanding.

Have you ever left the house knowingly wearing the wrong shade of foundation?

Yes, but I thought no one else would be able to recognise. Only when I looked in the mirror was I no longer bold enough to continue lying to myself. I have either looked like a reddened pumpkin or a ghostly ghoul.

What’s the oldest item of makeup in your collection?

This is really gross, but for a long time I didn’t have the minerals to throw away an eyeshadow duo my best mate from school gave me. I was 13 and I remember using the shadows for my 18th birthday party look. The colours were gorge and I couldn’t bring myself to do the deed. That was a few years ago but now I believe my oldest item is a nars gloss. Its got that plasticine smell so I believe its time to go?

Need I say more?

When did you last wash your makeup brushes?

HA! No sins here, the answer to that is 2 days ago. =P.

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Thank you so much for baring all Imo! Sadly this is the last Friday Confessional unless I have more volunteers between now and next week. Do feel free to email me if you're interested.