Val?
- The things to watch – hardcore cutting, curling, swirling… :P
- The (rare, but existent) gorgeous male models. Most were okay, a few were ah-mazing.
- The pricing – $15 for a full size and a travel size of my beloved skinny serum? Love!!
- I found a look-alike, in OPI’s Yoga-Ta Get This Blue, for $5!!! (Chanel and OPI photos, from All Lacquered Up. You have to scroll quite a bit for the OPI, but it’s worth it!)
- Super-long line ups
- Orange spray tans
- Crazy disorganization
- Orange ooma-loompa spray tans
- Hair extensions running rampant
- Random gaudy jewlery?!
In lieu of TBS‘ lowered prices (we love you, Body Shop!!), I thought it would be nice to review one of their products.
Enter their Born Lippy line. Basically, these are petroleum-based (think Vaseline) balms, with light (fantastic) scents.
Lasting power: Gloss once in the morning and once at lunch, and I’m set for the day!! Like Vaseline, this is not a high-maintenance balm. This container has lasted me years – when it got ugly, I just melted down the top with my blow dryer :P (See —>)
Swatch below – it’s got just enough sheer colour to be, well, a very sheer gloss!! It’s not sticky at all, though, and it would be a HG product if you didn’t have to touch it x.x
Basically: Great product, great price, great company!
In accordance to the fact that I blank out my face:
The thing about age is that it divides us. You are judged for it from the moment you are born ’til the moment you die – and, some, even after that. Somewhere along the line, you are judged less, but it never goes away.
I have an aunt that is thirteen years older than my uncle. She didn’t marry him because he’s incredibly handsome (he’s not) or because he’s incredibly wealthy (also, not). She married him because they met, fell in love, and didn’t care what everyone else thought. And you know what? No one cares that she’s older. It’s not cradle robbing, and it wasn’t because of their ages, it was in spite of it, so everyone just goes “wow.” and moves on.
Here’s the catch: you take a U18 and give them friends of other ages? Bam. Instant mass judgement. Dating a younger guy? Skank. Dating a guy who’s more than two years older? Whore. Sleeping with older men? Slut. Even with friends: if you have friends that are older, everyone thinks you’ve decided you think you’re “too good for them”. Have younger friends? “God, she’s so immature”.
I am sick and tired of being judged because I’m young. I don’t feel young. I don’t act young. I’m no different than any of you: I get migraines, I worry about the economy, I have a political party picked out (NDP). I watch what I eat and (unlike some of my rather juvenile friends, of the same age) watch shows like Grey’s Anatomy and Desperate Housewives instead of the Disney channel.
Sure. I haven’t had sex. I haven’t drank. I’ve never been divorced. You know what? I’ve done a lot to “qualify” as being old, despite that. I’ve begged to be on Novodipam. I’ve broken hearts. Gotten in fights with my girlfriends. Gotten in fights with people in my way of success. I have back problems, hip problems, and more heart problems than my almost-seventy-year-old grandmother.
But does this mean people will treat me like I’m old? No. I think I deserve to be treated no differently from the thirty-five year old mother of two – sure, I get that my frontal lobe isn’t fully developed, but it’s developing a hell of a lot faster than the next person my age. And still, I’m treated just like them.
That’s why I blanked out my face. I know you’re all great people, but we’ve been brought up to judge according to age. You may try not to, and you might not acknowledge that you do, but you do. I get that, logically, you don’t care weather I’m sixteen or twenty. We are not, however, purely logical and rational beings. Hell, even I judge by age every now and then – though; I try incredibly hard not to.
I’ll give you this much. I am the U18 longing for a number, a bloody number, to change. But I’m not the twelve-year-old sitting at a computer with her pink keyboard and pink mouse, tapping out sentences letter by letter with a whole two fingers. (If I was, I would have some major issues. Major.) I’m still young enough that sex with a twenty-five year old would be statutory rape, I believe, but I’m old enough that I have classmates having illegal sex anyways. (To whom, by the way, shame. I don’t care if it’s “love”; prison is not worth it.)
So, I welcome you to do this: comment, leaving your opinions and your age. Go ahead. I dare you.
As promised (or possibly just mentioned): photos! I didn’t get much, but it was a ton of fun :)
Everything:
Redken Dandruff Control (for shame! But it seems to be working, so whatever) $15 (retails $20 to $25 CAD)
Paul Mitchell Super Skinny Serum $15 (the big bottle alone retails around $30 CAD)
OPI polish $5 (not as much of a save, but whatever, right?)
Also, follow-up photos of the polish I’m so excited about (links to real photos here)
When: Last week
Where: Chrome
Who: Kristie (I followed her here from her old salon…after she was fired. x.x)
Why I’m telling you about it now: I’ve decided I love it ^^ The new (to me) salon is great; it’s gorgeous and everyone seems really nice and spunky. Also, one of the stylists brings her dog to work!! Little guy, looks raggedy, like he’s about to keel over and die. Reality? It’s a girl, and she’s only eight months! Still, so cute!
What might still be coming: Photos, if I ever get my act together to upload them!!
EDIT: Photos! (God, aren’t you proud of me? lol!)
Before the cut: (sorry, it’s blurry!)After the cut (she styled it, possible Bumble and Bumble review sometime): *note: I love how the above photo turned out! My hair felt pretty gross, but it really did look that fab. V. rocker chick for a day, lol!
After the cut and a few days (I’m far too lazy to style my hair most of the time, this being one of those times!):
Let’s do this the easy way: bullets!
The awesome
The not-so-awesome
The awesome-less
:)Wish you could have been there with me – we had so much fun!!
I’m so, so sorry you guys: because I was at the hair show all of today (LOVE), I’m super behind on a shitload of work. It was really exciting, though, and I promise to either blog about it later today once I’m done everything or tomorrow!!
(Also, I’m not reading blogs today, either. And backlog blog reading is a bitch to get through, so if I miss a great post and happen to comment on it super-late, aka SATURDAY, I’m sorry!)
ONE LAST THING :P My ankles and knees are killing me! I was on my feet almost all day long!!
So I’m at this all day tomorrow. How exciting is that!!!
The internet is back! ‘s so exciting! :P
I have to go do useful things now, but I just wanted to say “Hi, honey, I’m home!” lol