While late night snacking and infomercial watching at 3am, a dangerous combination, I broke down and ordered from everydayminerals. I mostly don’t feel that guilty, because for $40 and change, I picked up 6 blush colors, 3 highlighting powders, 1 eyeshadow color, and an angled face brush. Loose powders are a bitch to handle and have proven to be very travel-unfriendly so far.
My post-workout smoothie concoction. It tastes better than it looks.
You’ll need:
- 1 medium peach, cut up, skin removed
- 1 medium banana, cut up
- 1 serving of orange juice, no pulp
- 2 scoops of strawberry ice cream
Measurements aren’t exact. Mix to your heart’s desire.
SUPER EXCITED that my BESTEST best friend just got back from HONG KONG, with a detour trip to the ANNA SUI store. ABUSE of CAPS because I honestly can’t get enough of this right now.
Products shown:
- Anna Sui Nail Color in 004
- Anna Sui Nail Color in 608
Round 2 haul, to celebrate the Boyfriend’s return from SF.
Products shown:
- 376 Glass Pink
- 949 Nirvana
- 804 Gorgeous
- 802 San Francisco
Impulsive Thursday night haul at the new Target in Flushing, NY. $1.99 each. Couldn’t help myself after a 6-month nail polish ban. Oops.
Products shown:
- 102 Purple Diamond
- 831 Hottie
- 853 Cloud 9
- 947 Mint Apple
January Jones reads my fucking mind: Chanel lipsticks and Maybelline mascaras.
Checked mailbox today to find an unexpected care package from Mommy.
My mom rarely does things like this, but I do remember the last time she did. It was in my first year in college. As my birthday falls on the last week of August, it usually coincides with the first day of school. At the time, I was really miserable, having a hard time adapting, and especially dreading my 18th birthday, because I didn’t feel like I had anyone with whom to share it. That week, my mom had ordered a birthday cake as a surprise. When I went to get my mail, I was given the confection monstrosity. While carrying it to my room, the weight of the package made me feel more and more miserable. I ended up throwing it away, almost immediately. Yes, a huge sheet cake flying down a dormitory trash chute. To this day, I still feel really terrible about it. That was the year I stopped celebrating my birthday, and truly stopped being happy about getting older.
