Ah, New Year's. When we come together to celebrate a new year full of hopes, dreams, and possibilities. It's a time for good friends, lively parties, and OH MY GOD DID I REALLY DRINK AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE BY MYSELF LAST NIGHT AND THEN PERFORM A JOURNEY/DEF LEPPARD MEDLEY FOR THE INVITED GUESTS?? moments. For whatever reason, New Year's Eve seems to bring out the drinker in most of us, myself included. Fortunately, my champagne-hogging, 80's hair metal singing days are thankfully past (for the most part), but I remember all too clearly those mornings after, waking up feeling as if an anvil was sitting atop my head, and looking as if my hair and now-smudged makeup had been styled by either of the aforementioned rock bands. It's Hangover City, people.

As any true child of the 80's knows, Monday nights meant one thing: MACGYVER. I couldn't get enough of MacGyver's ludicrous, death-defying inventions, such as bombs consisting of pantyhose, spearmint dental floss, and a single plum. (I'm not saying that was an ACTUAL device on the show, but honestly, if it was, would you be at all surprised?) I mention all of this because I think it goes a long way towards explaining my current obsession with emergency beauty/fashion fixes.

Ever since I embarked upon my path towards becoming the total makeup addict that I am today, I've embraced all manner of beauty products without judgment. Violet eyeliner? Why not? Body temperature-influenced blush gel? Bring it on! Vibrating mascara? Send it my way! Yes, I've been up for trying almost any product at least once. Anything, that is, except for products containing glitter or sparkles of any sort.

I am not a morning person. I never have been, and a full-time job (for which I leave quite early) and two small children have done nothing to change that. All that those factors have done is force me to become more creative with my morning routine so I get the MAXIMUM POSSIBLE NUMBER OF EXTRA MINUTES blissfully nestled in my so-comfortable-it-should-be-illegal-or-at-least-heavily-regulated bed.

With the exception of mascara and lip gloss, I tend to be pretty loyal to my beauty products. When I find an item I love, I stick with it for eons. I mean, I used the same brand of concealer for TWELVE YEARS. It was the first "fancy" (i.e., department store) cosmetic that I ever purchased, and while I tried other brands afterwards, I never found anything that worked better than my beloved Prescriptives Camouflage Cream. Until now.