Nom nom nom. Chocolate and churros.
Having shuffled shabbily off the plane to the singsong voices of the British Airways staff and unpacked (sort of...) my suitcase, I think it's safe to say the holiday is over... Even though I woke up at a shameful 11:30 am this morning. It was a pretty standard British-person-goes-abroad holiday by all accounts; the plane was delayed for an hour and a half while the captain explained in faltering English that there were 3 'impacts' (cracks) in the engines and that we might need to disembark, lest we plunge from the sky in a blazing inferno. All this excellent news was delivered amidst being forced to listen to slow, rumbling piano renditions (and not just boarding music either - FOR THE WHOLE OF THE FLIGHT) of 'Endless Love' and 'How Deep is Your Love' and (possibly as a direct result of the music) surly-faced Spanish stewardesses who thought that 10 Euros was an appropriate sum to extort for a badly-made sandwich.
Despite my one last desperate hope that it would rain or turn into an Arctic summer in Madrid, we stepped off the plane at 10:30pm and floundered like suffocated fish in the 32 degree heat. It was 10:30 in the EVENING. There is not meant to be heat when there is no sun to provide it. Other than that, the rest of the holiday followed as a standard: impromptu street parties, lots of eating, too much drinking, walking about and then cringing back into the hotel for shade and lots of reading terrible and tacky, yet rambunctious and un-put-downable fiction (Jilly Cooper). I may even have gained the smallest spectre of a tan.
Photos are placed strategically around this post for your in-flight enjoyment, and there will be no smoking in the toilets. We hope you have a pleasant flight...
- NARS Multiple Tint Tubes: I pretty much only wore one blush in Madrid, and it was the offensively orangey-coloured one in Turks & Caicos. It provided the perfect peachy flush which looked natural without my general tendency to 'overdo it' and look like a pantomime dame. It set within a few minutes and stayed all day. It's rare that I fall in love with things that I deem 'orange' (Dale Winton, Oompa Loompas...), so this is a lovely treat. I beg of you, how do you not own this yet?
- FACE atelier Ultra Foundation: I need to order myself a bottle I need to order myself a bottle... I was sent a little sample of this (and you may remember my review) and fell for it very hard. And then it upped and left and ran out on me, and I need more...
- Eyeko Tinted Cream: The perfect contour for people who have the pallor of Voldemort, or skin that's lighter than the colour of Tippex. You only need the tiniest bit on either the E.L.F Powder Brush or an angled brush, and then blend it gently into the hollows of your cheeks. See also: using it on legs as a quick-fix one-night-only tanner, mixing with your foundation for a glow and using as a beautiful sun-kissed blush.
- Cosmetic simplicity: Skip the liquid liner for a change. That's what I've been doing, particularly in the Madrid heat where my makeup is likely to run or be sweated off. It makes my eyes look big and pretty, in a different more laid-back way to my previously more high-maintenance routine.
- Sleek Pout Polish in Perfect Plum: I don't think I will ever be without this tinted lipbalm. Even though the smell isn't my favourite and it doesn't last ages on the lips, it keeps them incredibly moisturised with the perfect tint of colour for a polished, simple prettiness.
Kiwi guarding the person-sized shelf next to our shower. We're still unsure as to its use.
- MAC (again): Having sneak-released Alice + Olivia in the UK with no prior notice or regard for their legions of fans, plus the monumental cock-up of the Rodarte collection, MAC are hugely on the way out for me at the moment. Yes, they may have agreed to donate global profits to the awful situation of Juarez, and that is amazing news as the money will be instrumental in globalising the issues and help those who have fallen victim to awful crimes. But is it out of empathy or trying to avoid a huge PR disaster? I'm definitely on the more cynical side of the fence here, sorry.
- Berry tones: I've only just fallen into my stride with the whole summer thing; corals and peaches and goldeny shimmers and all those things which are so not me, but I'm trying to embrace it. It's just that by the time I get used to my new reflection, it'stime to switch back in time for Autumn.
- Illamasqua Nail Polish: Am I the only person in the entire world that thinks these are just awful? The blue one (Force) I got from the Body Electrics collection is impossible to apply properly and reacts with every single topcoat I use and changes colour. It then chips and stains my cuticles. I wish I were impressed, but for £13.50, I'm just not.
Drinking an apparent bowl of mojito.
Shortly after the above (and 3 large glasses of wine). This is my JOY face after having extremely drunkenly dropped my metro ticket on the escalator and successfully rescued it from its snapping jaws. This is like an advertisement for the phrase 'alcohol makes you ugly'.
Kiwi and I get our sexy faces on in the Buen Retiro Park.