As promised yesterday, I’m dutifully returning to give you a rundown of my lipstick collection. A warm thanks goes out to everyone who liked yesterday’s post- it’s nice to receive support, especially when talking about cosmetics, something I’m far from an expert about. But we all have faces, right? And I enjoyed talking about what I like doing with mine, so I decided to come back to it today (rather than talking about the books I have lined up or giving Disney Princes academic grades- both posts I have floating around toward the top of my mind).
I’m not super experimental with lip color. In fact, as you may have gathered yesterday I’m not super experimental with my makeup look at all, but I’d like to think I’ve at least some idea of what looks well on me.
Before I go into actual colorful things I want to mention Nivea lip balm. If some chapped-lipped person sold their soul to the devil to get the perfect lip balm, it would Nivea’s (particularly in the dark blue and light blue colors). It’s a bit steep (for lip balm) at $3, but very much worthwhile during a New England winter. Or a glaringly sunny summer, because SPF. I mean, someone (who I’m very grateful to) sold their soul for it so I can definitely manage $3. Worship.
Also, Nivea has an EdT? A powdery lavender floral EdT? I’m intrigued. Continue reading “Lipshtick”
I’ve self-consciously decided to write a post on my daily beautifying routine. Self-consciously because beauty blogging is a big thing- and a big thing that’s not very much my thing. There are people who know as much about cosmetics as I do about perfume (crazy).
Beyond sticking a pin in an area already densely packed with pins, it’s like those other pins are perfectly contoured brooches with beautifully done contours and mine is a thumbtack with a slapdash of mascara.
In simpler words, I’m writing about something in regards to which I am but an amateur. Hardly a dabbler. But I enjoy getting ready in the morning and picking a look for the day (and I want to talk about lipstick 😉 ) Continue reading “All Made Up”
What is a masterpiece? Usually there’s a general critical (or at least cultural) consensus on what the ‘best’ novel is by any given author. Maybe it’s not explicitly called the ‘best’, but everyone recognizes it- it’s the book you’re assigned in high school and again in college, the one that people namedrop (title drop?) and the one you see on book lists. Which is really unfair because there are lots of under-appreciated books that deserve more love. And because I’m all about spreading the love ❤ here are my favorite books that I completely subjectively think are the best by some veddy important authors. Continue reading “The Real chef d’œuvre”
Family Stealing, Synthesis of Identity, and an Excellent Wardrobe. Oh yes, and forehead kisses.
I really enjoyed the last movie pairing post I did, featuring Watchmen and All The President’s Men for their interlocking Nixon references. Collecting experiences and synthesizing them through all the many ways they can be similar- it’s one of my favorite things to do and it’s why I love lists. So many universal concepts (or even random parallels) underlie so many things ostensibly about disparate realities. It’s fascinating.
I recently (over spring break) watched Brooklyn (2015) starring Saoirse Ronan (today was my first day back at university and in classes. It’s absolutely dreary and wet, but at least my cat is happy to be back in the dorms and away from the annoying kittens at the homestead). Elements of Brooklyn strongly recalled another movie I saw just a few months ago that was released about a year after Brooklyn, and that I watched in my mad dash to get through 2016’s primary mainstream film releases. That would be The Light Between Oceans, starring Alicia Vikander and Michael Fassbender. Continue reading “Movie Pairing: Brooklyn and The Light Between Oceans”
Get it? It’s funny because it rhymes with ‘dope fiend’ but it’s about soap?… mkay, I’ll stop now.
For years I’ve had a clear and definite preference for unscented soap, the reasoning being that I don’t want my bath products to conflict with my chosen perfume. But there’s something so pleasing about a nicely scented bath time experience (or three-minute shower, depending on the days schedule)- and I was tired of missing out on it. Besides, I often enough just end up smelling of conditioner anyway.
The pivotal soap that changed the game for me was LUSH’s Rose Jam, which I’ve already blogged about as being on last year’s Christmas stocking stuffer wish list. Well, after Christmas Eve came around and my parents realized that they had completely forgotten my stocking (Ooops 😛 ) I did get a lovely little jar of Rose Jam as compensation. It’s so lovely I’m feeling motivated to seek out (and eventually test) other scented bath products- be they soaps, body oils, or what have you (really just soaps or body oils, what else would one use during a tubby? (just imagined a scented rubber ducky, patenting that.)) Continue reading “Soap Fiend”
My spring break ends tomorrow and I’ll be heading back to Yale, so naturally my thoughts are turning to correspondence and keeping in touch. I’ve never been a dependable letter-writer, enthusiastic as I am about it as an art. I blame advances in technology- email, texting, phone calls- that make writing (and asking people to write to you) feel pedantic, obsolete, and kind of unrewarding.
I wish I didn’t feel that way because there is something so gratifying in receiving a letter in the mail, something very grand in ‘conducting a correspondence’, and something so much more personal about handwritten thoughts tucked into an envelope just for you.
It makes you shiver, thinking of the things we stand to lose: heartfelt love letters, correspondence between great thinkers… We’ve replaced the first with sexts and FaceTime. The correspondence of Anais Nin and Henry Miller will be replaced by an endless chain of “U up?”s night after night. We replaced the latter with… I don’t know? Tweets to followers?
And I love letters as a frame for novels. A lot of the earliest novels were epistolary and it’s a tactic that pops up every now and again in fiction (though I haven’t read many (any?) contemporary examples- hopefully I’ll get to House of Leaves soon). Continue reading “Let’s Get Epistolary (Novels)”
I’m generally feel most myself in thick and wintery fragrances- scents that wrap you up in a musky blanket or a whirl of fireplace smoke. But we always miss out when we try to play exactly to type- and most often delightful things come to surprise you from unexpected directions…
That’s probably why my collection of bottles is neither here nor there- it covers a lot of bases, with little overlap in genre or category- no easily articulated cohesion beyond that indefinable something that makes them feel like me and like mine.
And that has a certain logic to it, but when you trust to fragrance love and the vicissitudes of perfume fate your collection comes together a little spuriously. You end with more of some type of fragrance, a few of another, and none of a third. The classical spring fragrance- the fresh floral- has historically been poorly represented in my cabinet.
(Which is not entirely fair: A bottle of vintage Diorissimo holds the ‘fresh spring floral’ banner; beautiful, proud, and tragically alone. She could use a little company).
But I don’t sample much anymore, even if I do keep up a massive list (classic) of fragrances I’d like to try. My acquisitive feelings about perfume have subsided and I feel very content with my collection as it is. But I’m lucky enough to have a few friends who look out for me and send things over, and when I travel I do try to stop by local fragrance shops: in sort, samples do somehow find their way to me.
A few of them have sort of caught me unawares, winnowed their way into my affections, particularly during this particularly cold-snappy March, when I’m most in need of a hint of spring. So maybe I was a bit vulnerable, but isn’t so much of love finding the right thing at the right time?
That was a long-winded way of introducing these four- four underrated and little discussed fragrances this side of quirky and that side of beautiful, and sure to please you whether it’s the snows or cherry blossoms falling. Continue reading “A Handful of Spring Perfumes Sneaking Into My Icy Winter Heart”