Meg here! I love doing red carpet interviews. I think they're pretty fun. I hit them with Roxy and get to ask starlets all their beauty favorites and secrets. Sometimes a man gets in the mix. Very rarely but sometimes. I love men with senses of humor and poor (not poor, very famous Pan's Labyrinth director) Guillermo Del Toro has a great one.

I mean he was there for the opening of HIS movie "Don't Be Afraid Of The Dark". He was doing tons of press and then fell into my lair. Poor dear. He was a great sport.

I have to leave for NYC Monday and have this time consuming and expensive list. Nails need to she shellacked, toes need painting, bikini and brow area to be tended to, roots done, new hair put in, botox and restalyne today at 4:30. This is the start of what it takes for me to feel on my game. I know it is excessive but I'm meeting with 3 top beauty magazine editor's on Wednesday so you know, it's kind of my job.

This interview made me laugh, Del Toro knew I was poking fun with him and he played along. I mean if I do all that just to get started for a big work week then surely, a famous director with international press covering him does something?

I can tell you the ladies on the red carpet had longer answers for beauty routine's and how they get ready in the morning then "cereal."

Meg here! I know New York City is not exactly an inexpensive place to live. I did it when I was 18 and I go to the city constantly. I feel like whenever I walk down the street I spent $200 and I can't even figure out what on. I grab a coffee, a sandwich, maybe take a cab and there it goes. Slight exaggeration but only slight. I know the rents are sky high as well and I'm not hating on Zach. I just could not stop laughing at Zach's decorating skills. My favorite part of this video? When Zach tells me "I'm not much of an interior decorator."

Who is Zach? Zach is a sweet, single 26 year old professional living in Manhattan. He lives with the friend that I was staying with for New York Fashion Week. You can hear my friend dying laughing while filming this with my iphone.

It was a quick video, but it died before I could show you all the piece de resistance, Zach's Budweiser Beer cardboard box shelf. Now that was something to see!

I haven't been 26 for quite a while and I haven't dated a 26 year old ever so I might be a little bit out of the loop. I know we have a lot of younger Meghead's on here so maybe you all can chime in, is this pretty much what you're expecting from your young, single boyfriend? Again, not being bitchy to Zach, he was a good sport but this room reminded of the caves they showed in Kabul while searching for Osama.

Meg here! How many of you ventured out into your own Fashion Night Out? Being in New York, and it kind of being my gig, I hit the pavement. Last night the streets were full of shoppers ready for some after hour's late night retail therapy for Fashion's Night Out's 3rd anniversary. Fashion Night out is an evening where designer's and celebrities mix and mingle with their fashion fans in a celebration of all things style.

This year over 250 cities participated and over 1,000 retailers just in New York City. I definitely could feel the over 1,000 retailer's in the city. There were so many people out on the streets last night it was like a couture Mardi-Gras. If you replace beads with Chanel quilted handbags of course.

Of course, New York had the star effect, Justin Beiber was holding court at Dolce & Gabbana. He was holding court as much as one can at any fashion event until the mother of all fashion, Vogue Magazine and Miss Fashion Week herself Anna Wintour arrived. They made polite conversation and posed for the paparazzi bulbs. I'm sure Anna was amused by the deafening teenage girl screams. She seems like she likes children as much as I do. We're both all warm and fuzzy like that.

I told my dear yet swanky friend Kevin that I would meet him at Kenneth Cole's Soho store. It seemed easy enough. I was only a few blocks away on Spring Street. Everything was going smoothly until I approached what I figured must be a Presidential Security set-up. The street was all but closed off and fans were screaming. The President? Please. It was Kim Kardashian in town to celebrate her store Dash with her own Fashion Night Out Party. It's no party unless you can somehow incorporate "The Jersey Shore." Check that off the list. Kardashian had the show's Pauly D spinning the tunes. There was no way Kevin could be upset that I was running a few minutes late. I had to completely circumnavigate my entire route...In high heels. Damn you reality TV Stars! Damn you! When I say "damn you" I mean "I am so jealous I am every shade of green you rich and famous freaks!"

I made my way through mobs of fans and shortly reached Kenneth Cole's Soho store. Still crowded and with a line outside, this crowd was thankfully more tame than tween. DJ M.O.S. spun the music as guests waited for Kenneth Cole to arrive. Guests mingled over fruity cocktails and nibbled on snacks while waiting for the rock band Parachute to perform.

Once Kenneth Cole arrived, he made his way to his Fashion Night Out press board to take photo's with his fans. Before he entered his party, I had to ask him: "What does he want to inspire in his consumer with his Fashion Night Out Party?"

Meg here! There is going to be a bunch of info on Megsmakeup.com since I have managed to finagle my way back stage for all of the hottest shows. I'm talking to all the makeup and hair guru's and getting your tips for what we'll be seeing this year! Woot, woot. The bad news? I'm a bit under the weather. I spent the red eye with period cramps and a closed up throat and sinuses that I thought would explode. Awesome. I landed and went straight to bed. I slept and popped Zicam and Tylenal cold and midal. Amazing! I woke up this morning and said "enough is enough!" I feel fine! Mind over matter. Today I've been pounding the pavement in heels and I think you'll like what I've been uncovering.

Before I left though, and before my health went from kind of bad to full blown "someone please shoot me." I made this little video of what cosmetics I bring with me when I'm on the run and hopping from spot to spot, only able to refresh in a taxi cab. I say this bag goes in my purse. That's not entirely true. It goes in my laptop bag that I carry everywhere, so it is like a purse. If you're me, you have to have both bags with you at all times. You never know when I'll be in the middle of some just breaking beauty news!

It's harvest time here at the ranch in Goddess Granny-ville: my husband has a "hobby that has become a business" vineyard and believe it or not, the drought has resulted in a bumper crop of grapes for him this year! Mayhem, hard work, laughter, men and music create an exciting atmosphere indeed! The star of the show are the grapes themselves: I get up early just to walk through the rows inhaling in THE most incredible, sensual, earthy and delicious scent one can imagine! When the sun begins to warm the fruit, it's an aroma I'd pay BIG money for in a perfume! I have seen "grape" offered as an ingredient in some of the handcrafted perfumes available and many exclusive products now include grape juice, pulp, seeds...I have to avoid walking though THAT mess. That's what's left behind when the grapes are processed. I want to see my husband for the next couple of weeks so maybe I should step into the squishy-stuff and give my feet a treat?

MOR products, originating in Australia somehow manage to create equally LUSCIOUS scents in their fine soy-based candles. They combine an elegant marriage of traditional technique and modern apothecary. Their scents literally blossom and scent an entire room in a short time and with minimal fuss due to the cotton wicks and slow burn time! I adore scented candles, can't manage my life without them. I love to have a different scent in each area of the house according to the mood of the room. Mind you, I live in a 100 yr. old farmhouse that's pretty darn male-oriented on the surface but I've managed to carve out my own semblance of girly-girl glam in small corners here and there. The way an area smells really does set the tone and brand the room as YOU!

I prefer unusual scents, light on floral but heady and impossibly feminine...MOR offers a menu that literally makes me want to burn them all at once and die from happiness!

I buy MOR products for the packaging alone: gorgeous embossed tins, beautifully wrapped soaps, presentations and collections that rival the most exclusive brands but somehow manage to be affordable for most! For ten years the company has seamlessly blended romance inspired by travel and beautiful places into products that sing a siren song to all of us! Many A-List beauty events and goody bags include MOR products because they manage to add a touch of class everywhere they go! I am currently burning and LOVING the MOR "Essential Candle" from the affordable line in "Neroli Clementine" and it rivals sun-drenched grapes in it's sensuality and delicious scent of sparkling clementine, sultry neroli and a touch of candied orange. I'd eat it if I could!

Meg here! Today I am THIRTY FIVE. 35. I am middle-aged. I felt bad about this until I learned MILF was the highest viewed porn term. Awesome. I just need to adopt via Angelina and I'm all of a sudden desirable. If any of you have kids you'd like to surrender to me so I feel better about my "do-ability" status. Let's go! There's that non-biologic clock that's completely dead screwing me over again!  I'm so mad. I've had sex with some of the richest "I own the world" people. No really. They literally own the world. I'm the moron that says "I'm not ready to be a mother, Please pull-out." While I'm not getting half a million in alimony every month. (Not that hard.) I am at least a tad respectable.

Who say's that? Want to slap myself!

"Most younger adults anticipate that between their late thirties and their early fifties a day will come when they suddenly realize that they have squandered their lives and betrayed their dreams. They will collapse into a poorly defined state that used to be called a nervous breakdown. Escape from this black hole will mean either embracing an un-American philosophy of eschatological resignation or starting over - jaded stockbrokers off to help Mother Teresa, phlegmatic spouses off to the StairMaster and the singles scene. In short, they will have a midlife crisis." -- "Midlife Myths," by Winifred Gallagher in The Atlantic, May 1993

Here's what I've learned in 35 years. It may not help you...because you're a true idiot if you can't learn from other's mistakes. Thankfully, I make tons upon tons of mistakes for even the slowest to learn from. I'm also not off to Calcutta, yes Mother Tereasa may be dead but I think I saw the outline of her face in my toast. Alert the media. Mother Tereasa is guiding me in this list.

1. We're not in 1950. This was a hard one for me to learn. Harder for my ex-husband (who is the greatest man on the planet-he put up with me for a decade.) As I tell all my amazing single woman. The grass ain't greener. Stop bitching to me about your lame ass boyfriend and dump him. You're the hottest show in town. You really are. I don't mean this as a dig to my ex. He was/is  a fantastic guy. What I am saying is, if you're not happy with yourself then no one will fill that. NO ONE. Take this to heart, he can be a prince but if you feel badly or not whole you're not going to find it in someone else. Better to be busy and stressed than bored and depressed.

2. Fuck the money. Yes, I swore. I don't swear much but my God, Fuck the money. Life is too short. You'll get another gig and you don't deserve abuse. Sweetie, we're not coming back.

3. You have to look good. You want success? Play the part. Have a girlfriend that you trust to your home as you model outfits. Don't hate the playa, hate the game. Be a player. Give that stuff to goodwill. Want to be taken seriously? Sorry you get 1 chance. ONE CHANCE Make it count. Look fabulous doing it.

4. You give what you get. This is so important and it baffles me when the obvious is not. Help other people. This will help you. It will help you ten folds. Stop being an ass and help someone, for no other reason you can trust it will come back.

5. No when to say "NO." If you feel even slightly uncomfortable say "no."
As a people-pleaser this has been tough. Learn and execute this.

6. It's not where you're from it's where you're going. Stop apologizing for other people's mistakes. You can't clean up other people's messes. Just be the absolute bet person you can be and don't let guilt suck you in.

"I know you all have something... IF YOU COULD CHOSE EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED TO BE DOING WITHOUT TIME or JUDGMENTAL CONSTRICTIONS... Jeanasina here and I ask you "what thing would you do that makes you feel like you are really alive?" Do you dance? Do you take a luxurious shower? Do you go for walks? Do you give yourself a facial?  Do you read Megsmakeup.com columns out loud in front of a mirror?  Do you make gourmet coffee and then sit in your silk robe out on the balcony and just breathe? Do you hire out as a 1-900-voice-on-the-other-end-of-the-phone-that-talks-trash-for-money person?

Personally, I like to take crazy photos of birds and then tell their story (the REAL story) as I see it through my camera lens. Doing this makes me happy - all by myself.  If anybody ever 'gets' my photos and stories, well then, we could potentially be really good friends!

What's yours, the thing that makes you happy all by yourself? What do YOU do that is just your deal? If you don't want to share it - just make sure you find time to go and DO IT!  DO IT NOW! Have some serious fun, all by yourself!  The only person in the entire world who can make your dreams come true is you! Meg says this all the time! My dream is that a lot of people look at my insanity and that some-day, somebody, is going to say to me..."I'd like to make a book out of your blogs and sell it!"  Everybody has their thing...the thing only THEY own, and for me, it's my blog! I own it and I love it and I really REALLY want to share it!

Thanks for your time and your votes! When you go in for a look you will have to admit...YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN THESE EXACT PHOTOS BEFORE!  I absolutely LOVE my crazy photos, they are like my best friends!  If I could pair up lipstick, concealer and hand cream with the birds in my yard, I'd be able to write so many more posts here at Megs!  I'd have my birds landing on every make-up product that I own! I'd have my birdbath filled with heavenly smelling foaming soaps!  Mascara wands would be hanging from fishing line from all the trees! Nobody has used birds to advertise beauty products yet! Maybe I'll have the corner on that market! Now a show of hands...WHO LOVES MEGS WORLD! Meg is MY Oprah! That's right! Meg is my famous person and I'm using her for my own gain! Meg are you proud of me or what?

(Yes, Jean. I am enormously proud of you! I love that you are following what makes you happy and wanting it to share your bliss with others. That's what Megsmakeup.com is really about. This is a safe place where we can all support eah other and I support ALL OF YOU AND YOUR DREAMS just as you all support mine! Huge Love-Meg)

Meg here and I'm so over it. I know it's been tough so here is a list of "WHY YOU ARE AWESOME." I made this list with a lot of scientific data (that would be none) but it's a good list. One I have compiled from great books and if you can relate-more power to you! I believe strength in numbers. It's a lot easier if we can digest our days and know we're not going it alone. We're not. David Sedaris wrote a brilliant story (If you haven't read David Sedaris-you should) and the end was, all that really separates us are our fingerprints. I wish I could write like David Sedaris. He makes me wet my pants every other chapter. Me Talk Pretty is my most favorite book ever.

Writing this stuff down doesn't hurt. You may think I'm nuts (given) but I write notes to myself all over the house. I stick them random places and I stick them on my bathroom mirror.

WRITE IT DOWN-IT SHOWS YOU'RE SERIOUS Every wish that I wrote down and stuck on my bathroom mirror has come true. My guess is because it was subconscious, but not. Everyday I have to affirm the thought as I brush my teeth or wash my face. Everyday I have to see it and make it come true. Maybe you don't need an "in your face" goal but I do. It doesn't just make me on track. It makes the goal reachable and reminds me of what I want.  I have found that doing this exercise works our brains because our brains and our will are on the same system. It doesn't matter how "crazy" or how far-fetched. Those are terms other people put on you. If you want it you'll get it. There is nothing you can't get.

DISTRACTIONS ARE BAD. STOP FINDING YOURSELF IN OTHER PEOPLE. I'm guilty of this one. I am a full-blown extreme all or nothing person. I fall in "love" fast and I know it's because I am lacking something from with-in. I want to help those of you in the hopes you'll help me. Stop. I'm filling a void. You're filling a void. Let's figure out this "void"so we don't fill it with someone that can fill the "void" and nothing else. I'm amazing. You're amazing. Let's stop looking for a piece of the puzzle that really doesn't fit. We try to make it fit because it's always easier to mend a patch then just start from scratch. If it were easy everyone would do it. Tear off the band-aid and rebuild. You'll be happier in the long run. Suck it up and rip it off. You deserve that.

IF EVERYONE LIKE'S YOU, YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING WRONG I am working on this. This is the hardest rule for me. I will give you money, shelter, connections and yes, the shirt off my back. I was taught this is how a noble person should live. Yes, this is how fairies lived in 1500. This is not how real people live in 2011. Especially not in Hollywood where people will throw you in front of a bus if they think it helps their next audition. I have been suckered so many times, I have been made a fool. I also voice my opinion. I don't double-deal and for right or wrong, I piss a lot of people off. That's my truth. I speak it. I'm comfortable with it, I like the skin I'm in. Be comfortable with your skin. You can't win everyone (and why would you want to?) Speak up and ruffle feathers and be heard! As Lucille Ball said "I'd rather regret the things I did then the things I didn't." Don't regret. Do it. At the end of the day, when you're on you're deathbed you're not going to cling to the time you felt "silly." You're going to instead think "We all die anyway. I should have just done it!"

Meg here! I'm sorry I've been a bit absent. Prudence has popped. My wayward, slutty street dog has now garnered more respect and love than I can put into words. You know me, I have never met a sentence I didn't like. To render me speechless is quite like climbing Everest.

I am in awe of my dog. Yup, totally in awe of her. I don't think I've ever met a better being in my entire life and I've met a lot of beings.

Let me paint the picture for you. We've had in-depth conversations about the purpose of the birthing den. I dyed my hair a few days ago and kept the plastic gloves that came with the kit.

"You see these gloves Prudence? Well I've washed the dye off them and I'm putting them to the side here for your birth. I'm not afraid. I'm all in. I'll just put on these gloves and we can birth you!" I was so proud of myself.

Prudence was probably thinking "You useless nit. I don't want those damn Clairol gloves near my newborns. Thanks for the color-coordinating birthing den. I'm color blind you tool. I can see I'm going this alone. Thanks but really, no thanks."

I woke up about 6:45am to a weird "meep." Prudence was not sleeping next to me with her head on the pillow and full body stretch. She is my dog husband. She is my dog husband except we are not married, she is not male and she is, hello? A dog.

"Meep" I jumped into action and did what any normal self-sufficient 34-year-old woman would do. I ran down the hall screaming "Help me!" My 24 year-old roommate got out of bed as I shrieked "I think they're here!!"

We made our way to the closet where the birthing den was. I have a fabulous baby-pink ruffled curtain that was shielding Prudence for privacy. I hesitantly pulled it back and we peered in on the new mother. She gave me a look I know all too well "Yeah, I did it. Some help you were. You were "sleeping" did you really need that fourth pinot noir?"

Meg here! I'm pretty sure that something is in retrograde. Isn't that the excuse? The stars are out of sync? I've had a bad week and I haven't really dealt with it very well so the only thing that's been out of sync really has been me.

When I get upset with myself I play scenario's out over and over in my head and each time I do it it gets worse. I don't know if it's being left-handed, or "creative" or overly-sensitive but I've been told I "live in my head too much." It can't just be me? I have lots of girlfriends and we all do it to some point.

I have been trying to "move out of my head."  I've decided, why drive myself crazy when I have friends that I can send over the edge instead? I mean, there has to be some perks to communal living. Every time I spoke to them I was "so stupid" or a "total moron" and I really just trashed myself. I'm lucky I have good friends because they were having none of it "you made a mistake. You apologized. You felt bad. Now let it go." True right?

It's the exact same advice I would have given them. It just seems that sometimes the very worst relationship that we have is with ourselves. I know I need to definitely work on mine. The names I was calling myself I would have never said or thought if one of my girlfriends were telling me the same story. When judging ourselves it's pretty amazing how brutal we can be.

I'm going to try really hard to not do this anymore. I wonder if I should wear one of those rubber bands around my wrist and snap-it when I think a negative self thought? They say it works to help cut smoking down... With my luck I'd try this technique, have a really bad day and have people think I'm into self mutilation.