My skin was smoother than life in a week. So I went back for more. Which is why I look like a dartboard this week. Check with me in a few days.
Photo: David Stingle
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Photo: David Stingle
My skin was smoother than life in a week. So I went back for more. Which is why I look like a dartboard this week. Check with me in a few days.
Sometimes our vain or handsy self gets a grip on our heart. Greed is a nauseating and nasty (yet altogether naturally occasional) vice. But as a wise woman once said, “remember all those women on The Titanic who waved off the dessert cart.”
My heart is full of love. (And my belly needs to be full of celery.)
Jasmine Swann, a self-characterized "clean beauty junkie with a dirty past" has a special meaning of love too. Of course, hers isn't easy either.
Gifts are symbolic and it's in our human DNA to want to share with people we love. Psychologically speaking, gift giving is a deeply natural way of forming bonds.
Don nary a bracelet nor necklace... but enrobe your life in gemstones nonetheless (without the new-agey bull-crud).
Pretty girl gets a grown-up, natural bridal makeup transformation from Mom In Mascara.
Forcing another person to do virtually anything is generally indicative of malice. Unless mom is forcing you to eat your veggies. (Also, an appearance by Brandi Glanville.)
The face cream was... well, really and truly, thickly, abundantly black. Strangely black. It was ambiguous in its inexplicably. It was wonderfully luxurious, and inexorably mysterious, but just too expensive for what you're really getting.
I melted, I glittered, I home-microdermabrated. So did my friends: product reviews, brought to you by this *and other* moms in mascara.
Turns out the 12 days of Christmas START on the 25th and run through January 5th: a bit more European than I originally calculated.
My favorite was described as "combining the rustle of silk and the soft touch of a rose petal," like a haiku for your nose.
CHARGE! (Especially if part of your purchase goes towards a heart-warming cause).
"Knock on wood," you might hear me say, tapping my knuckles against my head. Its' solid birch up there.
A trunk show with babysitting, a niche jewelry sale, and fun local shopping... you're welcome.
