Vanity, Thy Name is Alexandra
After some two and a half hours at my hair-dresser's (with her darling papillon asleep in my lap), my bob is now an a-lined version, which will eventually grow "steeper" in front. With foiled high- and lowlights (warm, very dark blonde) the colour is now not as undecidable and it generally just looks healthier. Surprise, surprise, I love it.
Since I have already unabashedly declared my vanity, I might as well continue ranting about my favourite products. Kristine and I were stuck with birthday-christmas gifts last year, and decided we would be very boring and buy each other Guerlain's L'Or Make-up Base. I bathe my skin in 24 karats of gold every morning, and I feel so delectably decadent. I love decadence, and would not be without my L'Or. Nor my Parure foundation. Bought as a birthday present to myself (cough, I, er, needed a new foundation?), I would not be caught dead without it anywhere. And the pretty, pretty compact. Yes, I admit it, I cannot help myself for pretty casing. Oh, and Shiseido's Pureness line. It saves my otherwise ugly blemish-prone skin. Pale does not look good with red spots.
Though certain people appraently think I would benefit from enlarging them, I have rather big, unpracitcal lips. They dry out easily and I have to work to make them look decent. Imagine my joy when I find lip glosses and -sticks that moisturise. Shiseido's lipstick in real red is divine: colour and moisture. Estée Lauder, as well, it feels like butter melting rather than lipstick applied. Guerlain's terracotta lip glosses. And, lastly, my newest favourite, Dior's Crème de Gloss. I cannot help smacking my lips to feel the texture of it. How could I forget my Alessandro hand-creams?
"My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting," said Nabokov. I ammend it to things beautiful, in general, and agree.
I have to finish Jane Eyre by the 28th. Haha! I think I might, finally, be grasping iambic pentameter.
Since I have already unabashedly declared my vanity, I might as well continue ranting about my favourite products. Kristine and I were stuck with birthday-christmas gifts last year, and decided we would be very boring and buy each other Guerlain's L'Or Make-up Base. I bathe my skin in 24 karats of gold every morning, and I feel so delectably decadent. I love decadence, and would not be without my L'Or. Nor my Parure foundation. Bought as a birthday present to myself (cough, I, er, needed a new foundation?), I would not be caught dead without it anywhere. And the pretty, pretty compact. Yes, I admit it, I cannot help myself for pretty casing. Oh, and Shiseido's Pureness line. It saves my otherwise ugly blemish-prone skin. Pale does not look good with red spots.
Though certain people appraently think I would benefit from enlarging them, I have rather big, unpracitcal lips. They dry out easily and I have to work to make them look decent. Imagine my joy when I find lip glosses and -sticks that moisturise. Shiseido's lipstick in real red is divine: colour and moisture. Estée Lauder, as well, it feels like butter melting rather than lipstick applied. Guerlain's terracotta lip glosses. And, lastly, my newest favourite, Dior's Crème de Gloss. I cannot help smacking my lips to feel the texture of it. How could I forget my Alessandro hand-creams?
"My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting," said Nabokov. I ammend it to things beautiful, in general, and agree.
I have to finish Jane Eyre by the 28th. Haha! I think I might, finally, be grasping iambic pentameter.