Pomegranate Champagne Sparkler
I may or may not have spent the last half hour practicing my eyeliner in McAlister’s Deli (mirrored walls, for the win!) while working on a blog post. Sometimes I stumble into an acceptable application of eyeliner like a drunken monkey might stumble into lake, but usually my work is mediocre. Sometimes my eyeliner looks like the drunken monkey applied it, actually. Right now is one of those times. I’m not sure if it’s passable from afar or if I should be embarrassed to head to dinner with my friend in a few minutes.