We bought a house, of our very own. Now we're poor and in a lot of debt to the bank. We also got kittens. What we did not get was the internet, for A MONTH. This alone may make the weaker among you hyperventilate a bit. We did sort-of have internet access in the new home - it was just that in order to get it, you had to sit in front of the bathroom on the floor and wiggle the laptop around in mid-air until it managed to HARNESS THE POWER OF THE LOLCATS and connect to a public access WiFi hotspot.
Speaking of LOLCATS - may I present my own two little tinkers? As soon as I whipped my lightbox out today for taking some photos for the blog, they decided that they wanted to participate (seriously, who even knows of a cat who doesn't like boxes?!) These little photobombing monsters have been keeping us very busy as of late, even though most of their day is spent asleep...
|Midna - calico young lady who is getting increasingly crafty, and Frank, the brown and white tabby who sort of looks like Gizmo from Gremlins. And an owl. A cute cute owl.|
So that's been my month. Alone. In the cold cold endless night of the land beyond the internet. How have you all been?
Something a bit magical happened today, in parcel form. My friend Aundrea over at Dancing with Disaster basically forced me kicking and screaming* into the world of Tom Ford lipsticks. And candles. Can you even COMPREHEND a more beautifulshinynew parcel of epic joy? Probably not.
Aundrea and I did a little swap, except that she temporarily took leave of her senses and retaliated with this:
Yeah - that's right. NOT ONE BUT TWO. Do you know what it's like to suddenly own two Tom Ford things in a row? It's like that kind of giddying running-around-with-your-shirt-over-your-head kind of thing, because they are seriously beautiful, and it was torture not being able to raspberry-smear the lipstick all over my lips while I took photos.
Neroli Portofino is zingy, wake-up kind of fresh. Slightly soapy and citrusy and kicks you in the face a bit, and I might even need the Private Blend scent now, just to keep in a cupboard and sniff every so often. A bit like Gollum. It's the perfect thing to sit in my (coughcough OUR) new home and burn warmly while the lights are low. It has notes of bergamot, Sicilian lemon, mandarins and orange blossom and makes me smile. Mmm, clean.
Cherry Lush is a boom-kapow lipstick. It is an apologetically bright cherry red that reminds me instantly of Cherries in the Snow by Revlon, but it's a bit more (remind me to swatch these side by side at some point - no seriously, remind me. I'm forgetful). It's glossier and poutier and is more there-ier (yeah, I went there). It's a moisturising shade with opaque colour and feels supple on the lips, and the packaging is kind of that luxe kind of chunky. It kind of feels like it goes with the territory, and you'd feel a bit short-changed without its reassuring weightiness. Oh, just get a bigger handbag or makeup bag. Nobody uses clutches anymore anyway - because, just look:
I apologise for my slightly greasy mug, with the impending blush explosion on the cheeks and the shit hair - DON'TLOOKATME. Look at the colour of that bad boy. One swipe, straight from the tube. Sure, I could have used a brush, but I'm a modern** woman (isn't that how the excuse goes these days?!)
Am I megawatt super-obnoxiously happy with my first ever Tom Ford lipstick? Yes. So many times yes on that one.
Have you ever tried anything from Tom Ford? What would you try if money weren't the awful running-out thing that it is?
* may or may not be true
** by modern, I may mean not-modern. Or alternatively, 'lazy'.