I was expecting a tiny sack. Maybe a box. Ten items, tops.

Mom came home with an entire large-sized traincase, literally packed full with makeup – colours for every skintone under the sun, brushes, everything!

I’ll post pictures later tomorrow night when I find my plug-thingy, and stop hyperventillating.

Oh my god!

I’m off to go work on the best thank-you letter ever, because honestly, it is necesary. I feel like someone just gave me her baby, but less guilty, because I’m not in some giant human trafficing scandal.