HA! What a beautiful frame. You are so dearly welcome.
HA! What a beautiful frame. You are so dearly welcome.
Word on the street is: I got a new haircut. Except the thing is, as with news whose mode of transportation is usually that of streets and vines, this rumor is false. Downright false, I tell you, and I’m here to set the record straight, because I know how much cognitive space my very own head of hair takes up in your waking hours.
I shot a quick – might I reiterate – quick, too-long, semi-chatty video about how I’ve been a-stylin’ my front fringe these days. A little how-to, if you will. And if you won’t, that’s fine, too! I just get questions semi-often when I wear my bangs to the side: a) is it a new cut? or b) how do I style them?
I’m here to show you, friends, it’s really pretty simple. I’ll say it in the video, but this is a hopefully helpful tool if you’ve forgone a haircut for so long your husband calls you “Cousin It” when your bangs hang low OR you’re in the process of genuinely growing them out. Mine is the former. Key takeaway: create separation along the part + add bend to make them move in the direction you want them to.
I’m a strong believer in a good haircut, but maybe an even stronger believer in learning how to work with the cut you’re given and figure out what products/techniques give you the ‘do you just can’t quit selfie-ing.
Prepare yourself for the most high-budget film of your life. It is Oscar Season, after all.
“There are two things in this world you are always sure about,” lamented my mother once to an irrationally fickle, teenage Robin. “Austin Karber, and your fingernails.”
Now 25-years-old: I am Mrs. Karber, and I am still getting my nails done.
She’s a keen one, that Sandy.
Growing up, my mother also always told us: if someone notices your nails when they look good, that means they also notice when they look bad, and they just won’t say anything.
Mostly, she meant keep them clipped and clean. I don’t think she intended to spark my love affair with the nail salon, but let’s blame her for it.
A new nude pink came into my life this weekend, and I bought it for my own stash the very next day: OPI Dolce De Leche. (When I decide a polish is a favorite-favorite, I like to have it on hand to take into the salon myself + in case of emergency chipping, cue the distant echo of my mother’s ugly-hands forewarning ringing in my subconscious.)
It skews far more mauve in indoor/more dim lighting than in what these photos were shot, and it wasn’t the color I was intending to find on Saturday.
I don’t just walk into the salon all whimsy whim and just pick a color -that’s a level of living on the edge my life is not about. When I walk in, I’ve probably already spent an unreasonable amount of time determining what color I want to live with for the next 2-3 weeks. It’s a weighty decision.
Saturday, my mind was set on pink. Like, very pink. Hubba Bubba, practice law with Elle Woods kind of pink. Pink Pink. Someone handing me my coffee last week had something like this, and it stuck in my brain.
I picked a shade to fit the bill, and in a state of panic, questioned, “Will I feel this girly tomorrow? Will I feel this girly in an hour?” Then shade by shade -and likely to the great relief of my patient nail tech- I mosied down and settled on a more comfortably Robin shade of girly.
A not overly pink rose nude, completely opaque with two coats, and zero shimmer or sparkle: it’s a new nail staple color I anticipate wearing out this fall.
The first time middle-school-Robin attempted liquid eye liner, my eyelids swelled to levels of puffy not even sitting through a double feature of The Notebook and Titanic with a box of Kleenex while being visited by Mother Nature for the month could ever make them replicate. I developed a healthy skepticism that day for cheap makeup brands I don’t recognize.
I was recently cautiously thrilled upon being gifted these fun little eye shadow palettes from Mineral Fusion courtesy of Whole Foods Market to giveaway to five followers of Daily Sprinkles -and maybe just a tish skeptical as I usually am with brands that don’t cost a fortune that I’m also not familiar with.
My trips to Whole Foods are not few nor far between, yet they rarely land me in the beauty section. I’ve never been opposed, it honestly just never crosses my mind regularly while wandering the foodie’s grand toy store. My skepticism, now proven completely unfounded, was eased upon further research into the brand, Mineral Fusion, before I began playing with it. These guys are solid.
In the interest of being true to *never ever* recommend something I wouldn’t use, or getting you to spend what could be good wine allowance on an unworthy product, I played around with the palette I was gifted before sharing the goods. And next time I visit Whole Foods, my basket will probably be tucked full of more than a bottle of red and an organic frozen pizza, because this little trial opened up a whole wide world of affordable beauty products I’d never given a second thought, and realize now I probably should given the safe, natural nature of their ingredients (coupled with the fact I actually really liked this eyeshadow.)
The color payoff is surprisingly excellent (meaning you don’t have to swipe your brush twenty times for pigmentation), and the formula is highly blendable without blending out to nothing on the eyelid. The colors are nice, warm neutral tones I’m naturally used to working with, too.
Honestly, I was prepared to dump the brush straight in the trash before even unpackaging the product, but ended up surprisingly fond of it with the palette. (Which is a first. A literal first in dealing with drugstore/grocery store makeup.) I couldn’t count for you the number of bad names I’ve called the little plasticy, useless tuft of bristles or sponges that accompany most lower-end eyeshadow quads or blushes before tossing them. (Which is an exaggeration. I could count them, on one hand probably, and the words could still likely be used in most Disney films. Still mostly useless garbage that I never keep, though.) But this dual-ended brush lived through the Robin Standards test to see another application.
Palette Verdict: worth it. With the brush and concise, but creative range of wearable shades, I see this being a great space-saving weekend travel palette I will definitely have on rotation that I am more than happy to recommend you friends if you’re in the market for such a thing. (Milani, on the other hand, I will never endorse you or your cheap makeup voodoo. Just because the swelling subsided, there are emotional wounds and a grudge 10 years deep not going anywhere anytime soon.)
The point that may have caught your attention: I have 5 to giveaway! FIVE. Five loyal (or maybe not so loyal! Or maybe new!) readers have the opportunity to make one of these little pretties your very own, which are completely exclusive to Whole Foods Market stores. (And this blog giveaway this week.)
HOW? TWO THINGS! Two easy things. You must do both, or I’m tossing your name in the garbage with the rest of my tiny, cheap drugstore spongy brushes.
Deets: I will alert the winners via social media, and post about it around the ol’ blog. Keep an eye out. Entries will be accepted 12/21/15 -12/23/15 11:59pm CST, and selected on 12/24/15. Kind of like that one gift you get to open before Christmas.
Good luck, best wishes, and may the odds be ever in your favor. *cue Hunger Games jingle* (I’m such a fraud, I only ever saw the first movie, but I think it’s still hip to say that. I could be wrong. Tell me in a comment.)
Life has been full. Like, capital f-u-double-hockey-sticks full. Like, “live in the next ten minutes because thinking about the week big-picture might make my brain explode” full. This lifestyle is not conducive to blogging (or at least blogging well), so forgive me again all three of ye faithful Daily Sprinkles followers who have noticed me absentee. I’d say it won’t happen again, but then my pants would be on fire and your forgiveness would instead be needed for the latter transgression. So, we’ll just go with this is the season we’re in, folks. I promise nothing but popping in with a little quippy commentary with the same ol’ whatever strikes my fancy if I make it home before dark to shoot photos in decent lighting, lest you be forced to stare at grainy big-foot quality images and shame me into photography oblivion. No one wants that.
You got me? Good. Thank you.
But something great was delivered to my doorstep yesterday, so cue The Pointer Sisters because I’m so excited and ain’t tryin’ to hide it anywhere!
My very first Play! By Sephora box. (Thank you, Dallas, for being one of the designated test market cities. If it were physically possible to kiss a city, I would.)
A quick primer:
This first box’s theme is “Uncover the Essentials.” Nutshell version: some of Sephora’s best selling products (read: this is gonna be good.) With brands like Bumble and Bumble + Marc Jacobs, they’re already living up to my wildest deluxe brand expectations.
Need I comment on the packaging, or does it boldly speak for itself, “I’m probs the cutest thing your mailbox has ever seen.”? Yeah, that.
“Enough already, Robin! What’s in the box!?!”
Gor.ge.ous black eyeliner -muy swoon upon first impression. However, eye-liner is one of those products you need to live with a little before making a forever judgement call. To be continued on how long this guy hangs around.
Glam Glow, you win for scariest looking thing to go on my face this year. “Mud to foam” is accurate, but smells far more divine than it looks.
Bumble and bumble Hairdresser’s Invisible Oil Prime Worked super well as a detangler.. possibly a tad too heavy for my fine hair -dreaded oily effect. (Nooo!) I plan on trying again s-p-a-r-i-n-g-l-y for better results (at which pace, this sample could last me a glorious amount of time.)
Ole Henriksen Sheer Transformation Face Creme Feels extremely refreshing, but I can’t speak to it’s “transformation” properties on a first impression.
Elizabeth and James Nirvana White Fragrance I was pleasantly surprised by this fragrance. From the packaging, I was prepared to be hit in the nostrils with a blanket from your great grandmother’s musky basement, but it was lovely. Sophisticated and floral in a way I don’t think would have been appealing to Robin three years ago, that might be given a shot now.
This one will be living in my goes-everywhere, in-purse makeup pouch. Swipes easily for no-fuss touch of color that I feel like will be pretty darn universally flattering (which is excellent news concerning an argument I make below.) Oddly for a stain, it applies slightly unevenly, and required two passes for perfection, but then I had no complaints.
Key differences I see between Play! and my Birchbox subscription (after the first box):
I easily see why these are some of Sephora’s cult favorites. If you haven’t gleaned this already, I’m enthusiastic about the potential for this new service. I mean, come on, it’s Sephora.
Were you chosen to receive this first round of boxes? Have you jumped on the wait list? I’d love to hear your thoughts! Comment below or with the talking bubble near the title.
Unwrapping this month’s Birchbox gave me a little jolt of ohhh nooo because Bold and Robin aren’t generally synonymous, but the feeling passed in a jiffy when I saw they didn’t sample me anything too crazy.
Buckle up for some thorough review time, because all 5 samples gave me a little somethin’ to say this month.
You know how baby hair is ultra fine and soft in a way that pins + elastics slip right out? My mom says my hair never left this stage, and it’s a pretty accurate description. (Per square inch there are a lot of hairs on my head, but each strand is thin, description per one of my previous hair dressers.) F-Y-very important-I, that’s the mane I’m working with. Texture spray is muh best friend.
Solid A for product effectiveness.
Solid D for its “for the love of Job I don’t want to smell like that all day”-ness.
Solid F for why are you $42?!
I had to scan reviews to see if I was flying solo aboard the crazy train with my polar opinions, and it seems the masses are divided.
To the person who wrote, “it makes my hair smell summery,” -Oh no, did you spend summers locked in your grandma’s basement growing up? How sad. To the person who wrote, “just totally potent”… ding ding. Terrific use of accurate adjectives in your product reviews, new friend. Our noses are the same.
This guy smells strong, st-r-ong in a you-better-love-the-fragrance-or-immediate-migraine sort of way. But it works extremely well, adding a healthy amount of texture, grit, and instant volume to sleeker strands. Shame.
If you can get past the smell + price tag, it might fulfill your wildest texturizing dreams, but note it’s supposed to double as a dry shampoo -and Oribe’s pants are on fire as that might be one of the phoniest claims in dry shampoo history. It struck me as being too tacky for that sort of use, if that’s even the right word. Too somethin’. Too somethin’ dry shampoo is usually not.
I was ex.i.ted. to try this stuff. It was one of those products I didn’t really want to love (because who needs another not-drugstore-price-liner they can’t live without?) but seriously wanted to sample.
Resting easy and reporting it was not love at first line. Or second.
With practice, I might grow to be extremely fond of this stuff, because I like the end result. I didn’t like the effort. I own plenty of liners with similar results, far less time consuming. If you “push up” too much gel through the tip’s tube, it gets a little messy, and wastes product.
I also had trouble as a righty getting it to look as lovely on my left as I did on my right. (Which might be an unrelated motor skill issue I should have checked out.)
If I was going for a serious oh baby thick and bold cat eye, I do foresee this being a super nice option with a skilled hand. My hands are not so skilled -but maybe with practice. It’s a nice sized sample, probably for that reason. The first day I wore it, I was all McKayla Maroney not impressed face because it flaked. Granted that was a long, hot, concert on the lawn day and I was sweating like a you-know-who in a you-know-where, so I gave it second chance, and it stayed put.
Totally conflicted and confused by my mixed review? Good, me too.
I thought it would make me look like Barbie. It kind of just made me look like that you-know-who sweating in the you-know-where from a few paragraphs up.
It was not flattering. This shade is most comparable to hot pink glow paint. Like, my lips were ready for a straight up rave.
Color inside the lines, too, because where it goes it stays, like it or lump it. After I patted a little off (AKA tried removing it with Kleenex), I liked the effect a little more. Less rave, more Barbie. At about 1/4 its maximum potential, it proved to be sort of nice. But “holy permanence, Batman” to quote another reviewer, this stuff stains.
I was not eager to put the words “chemical” and “peel” and “my face” in a sentence together.
After the small test spot didn’t turn green or melt or burn an orifice into the back of my hand, I used it -following perfect package instructions- on my face while in the shower as recommended. And it shut up this doubting coward.
I like this stuff. Like, I like it-like it. Not enough to use the capital L word, but enough to go out on a few dates and let it buy me dinner before deciding if I could commit. I used a small amount, as advised by the package, and have enough to give it another go or two. Lucky me, I actually have another full sample of this I received in a full-size order box or something or other that I previously ignored and tossed in my under the sink sample stash because, coward. I’ll be digging that out.
I can’t quite tell yet if it made my face glowy, or if it’s psychosomatic and I know it’s supposed to be glowy? All I know is my skin was darn soft afterward -like I’d used a killer exfoliator- and I was a fan.
Transparency: I didn’t understand this sample. I sort of still don’t understand this sample. I *think* it’s for skin more mature than mine, but is it preventative? Should I use it now? I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by its whatever, but this book’s label was pretty boring in my humble opinion and not overly helpful in answering my questions.
It felt more medicinal than luxurious, and really wasn’t particularly scented. So. Meh.
How was your July Box? Any samples you’ve already checked out? Comment below or with the little talking bubble near the title!
The Robin Karber Comfort Zone is wallpapered creamy neutrals and delicate pastels, complete with pops of deeper neutrals and daintier pastels. With grey curtains. And a beige rug.
I’m not typically a brights kind of girl, which is unsurprisingly characteristic of 98% of my makeup stash, too.
What then –I know you’re burning to ask- compelled me to snag this lipstick trio featuring Peony, Red Velvet, and Disco Fever? Maybe delirium in the South Texas heat. Maybe the silent peer pressure of every bold-lipped beauty in my Pinterest feed. Just maybe I’m finally heeding advice to wear more color on my lips (and everywhere else in my greige on white life.)
I just thought they’re pretty, and would be nice to have on hand for all 5 summer days I feel like lookin’ a little fierce.
I tend to lean toward softer lip butters on the daily (like these or this favorite) that tint more than paint on color, if that makes sense -the more “no fuss” lip route. These lipsticks aren’t no fuss -there is definitely fuss involved to the tune of prepping, priming, and holding my breathe so fierce doesn’t cross the line into clown-like.
Finding lipstick, as I’ve mentioned before, is a whole heck of a lot like jeans shopping: sometimes you have to clock a lot of dressing room hours to find the one. Shooting in the dark and ordering without trying is a seriously ill-advised risk, but magically I feel like it worked in my favor this time, as I kept the pack. Do as I say, not as I whatever. Or follow your heart and forget what I say.
The best thing about something like a bright pink or coral summer lip is how feminine yet modern they make me feel at the same time. There’s something about lipstick that instantly spikes my confidence meter ten points.
Peony. Since ordering this set at the beginning of the summer, I’ve been pretty partial to Peony. It’s an easy shade to adjust boldness. If I dab just a touch and rub into my lips, it’s much softer and easier for me to sport on days I may not paint on a full face.
Disco Fever. Ah, Disco Fever. Is it orange? Is it coral? Is it sort of a little peach? Coral is the most dubious of shades, the line is so thin -I think it depends on the light. It paired really well with this electric peach China Glaze polish I was donning last month, which was incidentally the exact same shade as my coral Kendra earrings.
Red Velvet. This shade is absolutely the most “party proof” of the set. I haven’t tested it without, but with primer its staying power is pretty impressive. Like, eat-drink-and-be-merry and your lips don’t budge impressive. Transfer definitely occurs, but my lips stayed poppin’. This color is solid.
I will say, these are supposed to me matte, and if you can tell from the photos they apply with a definite gloss to the finish.
I found this strange until wearing them around, and it seems the gloss part of the lipstick does transfer and fade, leaving a stained, perfectly matte finish within an hour or two.
In case you had even an inkling of a doubt, Model Co. doesn’t have a clue who the heck I am, and this was not a sponsored post. Just a girl playing with lipstick and sharing a few of the shades I’m sporting these summer months.
What’s your favorite summer lip shade? Or which of these would you most likely find yourself reaching for on the daily? Comment below or with the talking bubble near the title!
June’s Birchbox theme revolved around saying yes to adventure. Super season appropriate, nice summertime samples. It’s like professionals put these boxes together or something.
None of my samples were even particularly rage worthy. If you’re lookin’ for me to pick a fight with a brand to liven up your Monday, sorry to disappoint. If you’re lookin’ for some honest feedback that might moderately liven up your Monday, proceed.
Number 4 Number 4 Super Comb Prep & Protect | Marcelle BB Cream Golden Glow | Supergoop! Everyday SPF 50 | Sarahpotempa ‘Darby’ Hair Clips | TOCCA Eau de Parfum, Isabel | Marcelle Mini Waterproof Eyeliner
Sarahpotempa ‘Darby’ Hair Clips
This is the first time I’ve received any sort of hair styling tool in my box, so that was a pleasant surprise -even if it was a cheap plastic clip. I always section off my hair at some point while styling, so it’s gotten a handful of uses already.
What else is there to say about a clip? At the end of the day, I wouldn’t have purchased this one my own because it’s just a funky clip, but I’m not not happy it’s in my pile of alligator clips.
Marcelle BB Cream Golden Glow
I was surprised by how well this BB cream actually matched me. Matching skin tones is as hit or miss as it gets, but this was pretty spot on for my olivey-with-yellow-undertones kind of a little tan sort of shade.
A titch heavier than other BB’s I’ve tried, it was still amazingly light and airy with a super creamy application. My skin isn’t in a place right now where I could wear it concealer-free, but once I get the lady hormones messing up my face in check again I imagine this would be a really easy breezy weekend-wear BB in lieu of heavier foundation.
I checked out some of the other reviews on the site, and some people complained about a “sparkle” (did we get the same sample?) and some people raved about it being similar to “an all over bronzer” (did we get the same sample?) and some people complained about it being super greasy (did we get the same sample?). My conclusion is this guy is not universally wonderful and an absolute case by case.
Maybe my olivey-with-yellow-undertones kind of a little tan sort of skin glows a little golden on its own, so it matched without necessarily enhancing? Who knows. Even after a dusting of finishing powder, it did give me a dewy summertime finish that I was a total fan of.
Marcelle Waterproof Eyeliner
This dark blue is probably as about as adventurous as the lines of my eyes will ever see –so how theme appropriate. If I’m feelin’ particularly spunky, I’ll likely pull this out again because while I didn’t give it a full-day’s wear yet, it applied nicely and made me feel trendy for a hot minute. I’m skeptical about its saying power as that line was way to easy to wipe off my hand, and equally easy to wipe off the eyes for claiming waterproofness.
But eye makeup samples are just fun to play with, even if I’m never brave enough to paint them on and leave the house.
Supergoop! Everyday SPF 50
I wasn’t too keen putting something called Supergoop! on my face, but it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Confession: I’m not a sunscreen wearer. I like my face products to have a little SPF on their own so I feel like I’m getting some protection, but another thick and creamy layer on my face has never been appealing.
I actually didn’t mind this consistency. It’s light, non greasy after letting it soak in a couple of minutes, and doesn’t smell like the inside of a beach bag. At this point in my life I don’t believe I would ever spend nearly fifty dollars on a full size bottle of sunscreen. Like ever. But hey, lotteries are won everyday, right? Maybe someday this guy has a chance of landing in my basket, because it was a surprisingly good little sunscreen.
How was your June Birchbox? Any samples you plan on partnering with for the long haul? Comment below or with the little talking bubble near the title!
(Because I had a feeling “To Bang or Not To Bang” would get a few unhappy eyebrows raised.)
Confession: I’m the queen of fickle when it comes to hair. The only reason it got anywhere close to the ballpark of “long” in 2014 was because we were living in Louisville, I didn’t know any hairdressers, and we were pretty poor. (In case you mistook me for a person patient enough to grow out my hair.)
The gene of thick, flowing Rapunzel tresses burned itself out on my gorgeous older sister, leaving me a mane with much to be desired. (That’s how genealogy works, right? Science! But really, she has the thickest most lushes locks in the land.)
My own locks are a little on the wimpy side (praise heaven for mousse), so I’ve always struggled with how to get it cut. Is this me announcing the beauty gods have finally whispered in my ear sweet secrets to all my fine hair woes…? (Ha. Haha.)
I used to get super regular haircuts cropped well above my shoulders at nearly all times -with varying levels of fringe- mostly because I was told short would compensate for the lack of thick. (Looking back, I think I was drinking the shorter-is-better coolaid without having a clue how to style it. Aren’t old school photos of yourself fun?)
How I determined I needed a haircut then: Bad hair day. Snip snip. Now the hairs that made me mad are gone. (It made sense to me.)
How I determine I need a haircut now: There’s money in my account,my splits have past the point of no return, and no amount of coconut oil can ever fix those babies.
I’ve also been trying really hard to eliminate hair cut whims and embrace what is (to me) a completely different hairstyle feel.
But old habits die hard.
I went about two solid months loving grown out bangs -and then I was bored to tears. Maybe I just need a few lessons on styling my hair from a real person not inside my iPad. There were days I’d finish fixing my hair and think “well, I guess that’s as good as it’s getting today, nothing I can do about it.” When in fact there was something I could do about it. It’s called a haircut, moron Robin.
I don’t think I’ll go full-on-bob-chop again any day soon (I say today), but I’m happy with my decision to reintroduce a little fringe (even if it was just a little more than I went in thinking I’d get. Ah! The fun of new hairdressers! But I’m digging it.) Maybe because I lived with them for so long, but bangs are just my happy hair place.
My philosophy (which you can tell at this point is v. professional), whatever is “in-style” is basically garbage if you can’t feel like yourself while rocking it. While I noticed heaps of fringe on 2015 runways (here + here), most of the leading ladies in my life and general piece of the country have been letting them grow, and looking darn fantastic. So who’s to say what the real trend is? All I know is my own forehead was gettin’ a little lonely.
So that’s it -the enthralling tale of me and my kinda ‘do (that isn’t too new if you haven’t seen me in two years.) Which I’m sure I’ll be bored with and changing in about three weeks. (Which is truer than you think. I’m on the verge of adding color of the first time. Will I? Won’t I?)
Kudos and credit to my stellar sister-in-law Alexandria Karber Photography for a crazy fun mini shoot to showcase my cut. What a trooper. If you’re looking for a seriously fantastically talented, experienced photographer, hit this friend up. She’s in Amarillo for the summer, so now’s your chance to get a super reasonably priced shoot done before she finishes that KU Photo degree in a few years and can start charging millions. (Because she totally will. Girl’s goin’ places.)
Seniors, engagements, babies, infants, weddings, camps, families, dogs, grass, leaves, goats –she can do it all.
I just had to turn the camera around on her for a hot minute (example of gorgeous flowing Disney princess hair sans bangs.) She is one seriously beautiful lady with one of the happiest hearts I’ve ever known.
We’re past May. We’re so far past May, June days now have double digits.
A jam-packed hot mess. Poor, neglected junk mail.
I don’t think I took my Birchbox out of my mailbox until the last day of the month. I chose to post this a little late and spend some time with the goodies so I could have an educated conversation, opposed to purely rattling off what I got or just making something up. Although I guess you’d really never know if I did. (Muahaha.) Don’t worry- never have I would I ever.
It was a fun box, and another killer collaboration effort. Cupcakes & Cashmere is a super fun blog I follow fairly regularly. Fun to see them come up on my box. Plus, bonus points for another cute box. You may recall I have a thing for cute packaging or something.
In the box:
Naobay Oxygenating Cream Moisturizer | Benefit Lolibalm | Beauty Protector Beauty Wash Cleanser | PARLOR by Jeff Chastain Moisturizing Sea Salt Spray | English Laundry Notting Hill Femme Eau de Parfum
These guys can make a serious moisturizer. I’ve really enjoyed this guy from their line of products before, which I originally discovered from one of my very very first Birchboxes.
The sample from this go around was a really nice, light facial moisturizer that I seriously may end up ordering for the summer. First, it smells to me like summer thanks to the avocado component. Second, the moisturizer I’ve been using for basically the past ten years and l.o.v.e. I have a sneaking suspicion will be a little heavy on an already destined-to-melt face in the Dallas summer heat I hear is looming. (Gross.) I may keep you posted on that front because I know you care oh so much about me and my pending melty summer face probs.
Benefit, I love you, and this perfect little moisturizing lippie sample. It looks like it’ll transform you into Barbie in .02 second, but that is completely deceiving (in a good way.) It really felt like more of a super subtly tinted creamy chap-stick, not the least bit tacky, and packed with a decent amount of moisture.
I have several similar products already -plus this pretty large sample- to go through before I likely add another one of these to my pile of lip products. If I didn’t, it’d be in my next order.
The words “old lady drapes” come to mind. Not my style, but thanks for playing.
This is a perfectly fine, super pretty smelling body wash -the advertising nerd in me just completely hates their logo. Am I alone?
How was your Birchbox last month? Any samples you plan on snagging full-size? Comment below or with the little talking bubble near the title!