IT WAS my sister’s birthday this week so I headed into Boots to pick her up a present. Of course, I bought her a voucher in 16 seconds flat and then spent the rest of the time browsing for myself.
*sings* Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters. Hey, it was three for two, what was I supposed to do?
Anyway, I picked up three things that I had been lusting after since reading about them on the real beauty blogs, so in my defence some bigger girls told me to do it.
First up is the Seventeen Cheek Stamp in ‘Bashful’ a gorgeous little blusher compact, kinda like an ink stamper, that comes with a dinky mirror in the lid which I had read about on Beaut.ie and Nurse Fancy Pants.
You stamp the blusher on to the apples of your cheeks and then blend with your fingertips. Bashful is a kind of a dusky rose pink with a subtle shimmer and it’s really beautiful on. I only put on a single light stamp and then blended it and it was just enough for a daytime flush. This is absolutely buildable for night time wear or if you wanted to make a feature out of your cheekbones.
Next we have Rimmel’s Scandal Eyes Rockin’ Curves mascara (Kerrriiiiist, the names they put on these yokes) which I had seen on So Sue Me.
The thing about this mascara is the wand as it’s twisted to catch the tiny inner lashes as well as the longer outer ones. I was a bit confused though, not sure which way to hold it – the scoopy part facing up or facing down? Anyway, I gave both ways a go, but I probably should have watched a tutorial or summat.
The mascara itself is a pretty dry formulation so it doesn’t clump at all and my lashes felt nice and feathery soft afterwards. It coated all my lashes and gave nice volume but it was quite subtle. I needed two coats to really look like I was wearing mascara. It’s nice ‘n’ all, but were my eyes scandalous? Hmmm, not really.
Finally then I picked up the Bourjois Rouge Edition Velvet lipstick in ‘Frambourjoise’ a gorgeous red that just lovely and vibrant and I adore it. I had seen it over on Lovely Girlie Bits and knew I had to have it.
This goes on liquid like a lipgloss, but instantly turns to a matte lipstick on your lips. It’s so lovely and soft and velvety, it feels GORGEOUS on your lips. It sets pretty firmly and would certainly last for work or going for a drink. However, when I was testing it I put it on just before a big meal and by the end of the meal all trace of the lipstick was gone. Now, that could just be because I’m a horse and a sloppy eater, so don’t let that put you off.
Overall I’m pretty pleased with my purchases. Have you tried any of the above, or have I enticed you to try?
** Note: In all of these pictures, yes, I’m wearing a towel on my head, I had just washed my hair!
IT’S 3pm on a dreary Monday afternoon and I’m sitting at my kitchen table in a dress, heels and full make-up.
I’m not going anywhere. I don’t have to go to work to impress a client. I don’t have a date. I’m not even going to my doctor, a visit I usually clean myself up for in case she decides to have a poke around my unmentionables.
I’m just dressed up for the sake of it. Just because I can.
It all started last Sunday night when I was watching Mr Selfridge on UTV, a show set in the 1920s, about a department store in London. I noticed all the women – and indeed the men – looked so smart and so glam and so dressed up all the time. The perfectly coiffed hair, the porcelain skin, the vibrant red lip. Gorgeous. Thing is though, they weren’t even particularly dressed up, that was just the fashion of the time, to dress smartly, to ‘do’ your hair, no matter what you were doing or where you were going. I looked down at my tatty pjs and sighed. I doubt they’d let me in the door of Selfridges looking like this.
I’ve recently got myself into a bit of a rut of wearing the same comfortable things every day and not bothering with make up bar a smear of BB Cream. The dresses and skirts and smart tops are in my wardrobe, the make-up is on my dresser but I’ve let it slide. So this week I’m doing something about it.
I’ve challenged myself to dress up every day this week. For one week I’ll act like I’m a character in Mr Selfridge and do myself up like a dog’s dinner. I’ll do my hair. Wear a dress and heels or boots. Do my nails and wear proper make-up, take the time to blend eyeshadow. The works. Just for the hell of it, just to feel a bit glam. Nobody’s asked me to do this, nobody’s made me feel bad about myself, my husband hasn’t passed any negative comments about my appearance, nor have my friends. This is just about taking the time each day for me. Just for me, for the sake of it.
I started this morning in the shower washing and deep conditioning my hair, scrubbing my face with a wash, then applying body lotion. I painted my nails, straightened my hair and wiggled into The Devils Instruments of Torture (tights) and a dress. I then lashed on moisturiser, foundation, concealer, powder, blusher, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and lipgloss. It took feckin’ AGES and in truth I was wrecked afterwards but I looked alright. I actually quite enjoyed it.
It lashed rain all day so I didn’t leave the house, just tottered around doing the washing up and making beds as usual but that didn’t matter, I still felt good.
I’m on track to continue in the same vein for the rest of the week and have posted on Facebook and Twitter about my challenge, inviting friends to take part too. A pal came up with the hashtag #keepingupwiththeselfridges so if you want to take part, post a pic of your efforts on Twitter with this hashtag and share the glam.
Just a word to the wise though – if you’re in a relationship tell you’re partner that you’re doing this challenge, just in case – like mine – they come home, take one look at you and immediately decide that you’re having an affair. *taps side of nose*