This’ll go up at six tomorrow morning, as usual, but I’m writing it at quarter to nine on Wednesday night!
I have a major Chem35 (IB material – VSEPR, mainly) test tomorrow (Thurs) so I don’t have time to give you guys a real post, and Tess didn’t email me her Tessa Thursday segment! I’m headed into hardcore-studying-mode from 9:00 to, well, probably until 11:00. So… there won’t be a real post for today. Not even a drafted-for-later-scheduling post, because the only ones I have left (I’ve told you. School. Has. Been. Hell.) are all meant to go up as a series, and I’m not done all of them!
So, because I don’t want to let you guys down, here’s a ten-minute review + anecdote.
What you see above is a tube and swatch of NYC lipstick – the shade is Mauve Gold, in their Ultra Last Lipwear formula, and it’s actually pretty decent! I mean, I wouldn’t dub this “holy grail” or anything, but if you’re in a foreign city and you forgot your lipstick at home, picking up a tube of this stuff wouldn’t hurt. It’s not very pigmented and quite glittery, but seeing as they’re sold for like $2… you can afford to pick one or two up in a pinch and lose them a week later. The shade’s nice enough.
I mean, it’s not recommended, because it’s wasteful, but you could theoretically do it.
If you’re actually thinking about it, though, think about the polar bears first. YOU ARE INDIRECTLY KILLING BABY POLAR BEARS.
But I digress.
So I swatch this stuff, in typical Rae fashion. Upload the pictures to my computer a few days later. Edit for colour representation. Move the file from “raw” to “done!” so I know they’re suitable for impromptu posting…
…and mom leans towards my computer screen, looking at the photo below.
“What are those?!” she asks incredulously. “Are those your pores?!“
Oh, mothers. See, this is why I rarely let mine out of the house alone.
“Mom,” I say in all seriousness, quirking an eyebrow (yes, I can do that. And a whole other assortment of strange and singular facial expressions!) “That’s called a tissue. It’s white. And fibre-based. What. In. The. Hell.”
There is a pause. And then, meekly but with humor: