I want to start writing letters again, as in real live, snail mail type letters. I need a good pen to write with, but have no clue where to look and what to look for. Something good, but nothing that costs an arm or a leg, you know what I mean?
So, that’s what I’m doing. What are you up to?
// UPDATE //
OK, so never mind, I just found the perfectest pen ever! I’m gonna go for two of the black ones and some refills.
When I have more cash.
I’ve found, after a fair bit of experimenting, that a touch of eyeliner and mascara For Longer Lashes suits me, but only on my top lashes. As soon as I put anything near my lower lashes I look like a raccoon, the morning after. I don’t dare add anything new to the mix just yet since I’m still getting used to not rubbing my eyes.
But, I’m happy to report that Gorgeous is working like a charm, and I’m nearly halfway through a jar. Which is not so good. I don’t know if I can afford to buy another one just yet, so I’m going to try another Lush product when I run out of Gorgeous, but whenever I can afford to treat myself to a jar I so totally will. It’s 75€ well spent.
I’ve ordered two remote releases for the camera, one infrared and one with a cord. When they come you might get to see some self portraits. Exciting, huh?
I’ve tried 4 scents so far out of the 21++ I got in the mail yesterday. I’ve mentioned before that I’m a major foodie - meaning I like to smell like cookies, fruits, wine, nuts, vanilla, chocolate etc.etc. and the BPAL Yule update is full of that kind of blends. Right now I’m wearing La Befana, which is just yummy! Except when changing a poopy diaper. Whenever I wear a foody scent and have to change a poopy diaper I have a gag fest. Diapers is the one thing I will not miss about baby-hood.
Weaning is still a struggle. I can’t bear to just cut her off cold turkey, but it’s also hard to limit it. When should I allow it, and when should I not? The biggest gripe I have right now in regards to breastfeeding is Carlita’s need for the boob in order to go to sleep. I wish I could just plop her in bed, cuddle her a bit, or sing/hum/read to her and that’s that, but she is dependent on the boob, and ultimately ME in order to sleep and I’m just not down with that anymore*. But at the same time I’m trying to limit breastfeeding as much as possible, maybe redirect with a snack or a sip of water, and thus she mostly gets boob at nap time or night time these days and I don’t know if it’s hurting the cause more than it’s helping it. I just don’t know how to move on from here, if I should even try or if I should just relax and let it run its course (although I think I’m too impatient for that).
*Plus in order to breastfeed her to sleep I need the big bed, which means there is no room for Jelly Man, and I would like to start spending nights with my spouse sometime again in the near future. If Carlita didn’t have to nurse to sleep she would be able to have her own bed, and would probably sleep better and not be interrupted by me when I come in to sleep later in the evening.
And, uh, Smashing Smooch! and Whipped!, plus Dulces en Fuego mud has been tested - review soon!
Also, still nothing on this whole Dad matter. Am still undecided on how I’m feeling and how I ought to feel, about this. I want this resolved, I want to know whether I found the right person or if I should keep looking - why is it taking so long? I’d be fine with a “Sorry, wrong person”, but there’s nothing but a vacuum, and it’s driving me slightly nuts.
And lastly, will soon receive another perfume oil from yet another perfume/soap making company - as if I need more temptations and invitations to spend money. I’m hoping it’ll arrive in December so I don’t have to write a review of it cause I’m up to here with writing them, as I’m sure you’re up to about there with reading them.. See, in the perfume forum I get 1 point and a pat on the back for writing and posting a review - here I just get a handful of bored-to-death readers.
The end.
Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab;
1x Halôa 2007
1x Mistletoe 2007
1x Peacock Queen 2007
1x The snow storm
1x La Befana
1x Archangel winter
1x Bonfire night
1x Noche buena
And don’t tell me I have a problem. I’m still in denial, it won’t work.
I’m sure by now, everyone has had it up to here with my shopping-spree posts carefully dissecting every single online purchase I’ve ever done, and then never letting you know how the product actually worked out. This is because most of the time I receive a package I promptly open it up and gleefully stack the contents in a neat row on a counter top just so I can stare at it all day and glee some more every time I see it, and in the case of Gorgeous I was afraid of opening the jar and making it a petri-dish for the pox, which may or may not have just run it’s course in the house.
Then, after much gleeing, I actually get around to trying out the product, I want to make sure that I make an accurate review about it so as not to mislead anyone in case they’re interested in the same stuff I’m interested in and also happen to surf by my site just as they’re about to make an order (very, very likely! I know!) - so I wait a little. And then I write an absolutely fabulous review that covers all bases, pros and cons. In my head. As I’m just about to fall asleep.
And that is why I’m an absolutely horrible reviewer. But I’ll let it be known that I was a little skeptical when I ordered Gorgeous. I mean, come on. I might under normal circumstances consider buying a moisturizer that cost $35, but one that costs £35? Somewhere in the back of my mind I was preparing to be sorely disappointed, a somewhat masochistic trait I have, placing an order for something I’m pretty sure I will be unhappy with later - but I did it anyway.
Gorgeous came in a rather insignificant packaging, considering that £35 I paid for it. A little black jar in a protective box padded with popcorn, of all things (yes, yes I know, it’s cause they’re so damn original and awesome!). This would be the perfect gift for my grandma or mum, if it wasn’t for the packaging, because my grandma would take one look at it and then put it at the back of her bathroom cabinet in one smooth hand movement. I always think of Joan Collins when I think about Revlon, and I suspect that that is what grandma does too because she keeps buying that kind of stuff like it’s going out of style. And that is too bad because Gorgeous really does wonders. First impression was; “Meh”, because the consistency is thin and watery, and it only gets a tiny bit better when it hits the skin. It took about 20 minutes before I noticed a glow, compared to what it normally looks like, and it just lasts and lasts for hours on end. A couple of days using this and my skin looks nearly normal. I have a weird mix of dry/oily skin, made worse by the year and a half that went by where I just didn’t care - if £35 is what it takes to get this kind of result without doing a chemical face lift (as in; “Here, let me just give your face a nice little acid bath. Why don’t you lie down and relax, and we’ll get started.. Now this might sting just a leeetle bit."), then so be it.
I’m not regretting this one bit. And I don’t know what is making me happier; the fact that I proved myself wrong, or that Gorgeous is so friggin’ awesome!? (And it’s MINE!)
28 year old living in the northern hemisphere, bunked up with husband, kid and Old Man Grandpa, 3 cats, 2 turtles and 1 guinea pig.
Am currently plunging into body acceptance (and, as a result, fat acceptance), living with trichotillomania and trying for kid #2. It's good times!
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