there would be a few things you would know about me rather quickly if given the chance to rifle through my things.
i’m no fan of filing, as the stacks of misplaced bills, notices and magazines that live happily on my dining room table attest; i’ve got a penchant for rather large, face-obscuring sunglasses and if you ventured further into my bathroom cabinets – you’d notice that i’m a super-freak for make up. super. freak.
i’ve got too much of it, most of it i don’t even know what to do with, but it’s there, taunting me with colour, sparkle, and shine. it’s just my thing. and so, it shouldn’t surprise you to know that i’ve more than a handful of blushers that would, to the untrained eye, (read: my mother), look like they might all be the same colour, (trust me, they are so not all the same colour). i’m just looking for the right one, one to call my very own. one that i can depend on. it’s almost like finding a paramour. almost. (and yes, i use words like paramour.)
and you know what, you guys? i think i might’ve found the one. one blush to spend the rest of my life with.
givenchy’s blush gelée jelly blush, the blush with the longest name is just the sweetest shade of pink. wear it sheer or build it up to make your apples pop – and don’t fret, it wouldn’t dare mess up your complexion. it’s so good, i’m willing to share.