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Do you like premade pick and mix bags? We had that at a fair recently, when you could choose your bag, but not what was inside.
My daughter was all over it, while I was a little more hesitant. I mean, what is the point in pick and mix when you don´t get to pick?
She loved the thrill though, carefully going through her purchase, eating her favorites and offering the ones that didn´t appeal to her to her little brother. Who, admittedly, would eat just about anything.
Side note: I of course supervised and stopped him from eating the licorice. Mr. Loca was very happy to step in and take one for the team here.
It kind of reminded me about how I feel when I receive a Gift with Purchase, excitedly dividing things to keep from things to give away. And, among all that, discovering makeup items I hadn´t even heard about before.
This time it was the Lime Crime Velvetine Red Velvet Liquid Lipstick.
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Inspired by is a series I started to convince me that I did not need to rush out and buy lots of new products to recreate a certain makeup look, but that I´d manage to recreate something it by shopping my stash.
I did a lot of those posts over the last years, some turned out better, some turned out horrendous, but most of them were fun.
My promo picture of choice this month, one from the Chanel Spring/Summer Collection 2018 Neapolis, is one that I find turned out horrendous.
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I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright…
Are you familiar with West Side Story? It is, I have to admit, one of the few musicals I care about. This and Lion King. Everything else, think Starlight Express or Cats, are totally lost on me.
But back to the song. I heard it when I was 13 and never was able to get it out of my mind. Not because it is a masterpiece in tune and lyrics (I wouldn´t be able to judge that anyway), but because the feeling it describes is one that I wanted for myself.
I want to dance the streets, pitying every girl that isn´t me. I want to feel so confident in my own skin that I shout from the rooftops how perfect I am.
Not that I have yet achieved it, which may be a good thing given my singing skills, but 13 or 38, the quest continues. And anything that reminds me of that song is very welcome.
Like the #pixipretties collection that landed at my doorstep recently.