I have never been able to keep a secret. Or be discreet for that matter. I was the eight year old that found all of the gifts 2 weeks before X-mas and opened every single one. Not just mine. No, no, no, no. Because if that were the case there would be a "surprise" for someone else that would equal "secret" from me. So, I opened ALL OF THEM. I'm not bad with ALL secrets. Sad, depressing ones I can keep. It's just when something is really exciting or great, I have to share. And share I will. Let me put it this way; If you need a vault because you were just diagnosed with cancer - call me. If you need an assistant to let everyone you've ever met/talked to/bumped into/stared at/worked with, even though they were on a different floor and you really never talked to them, know that you just got engaged -CALL ME.
This bleeds into all aspects of my life. I'm always hitting flea markets, and yard sales for amazing steals. I have furnished most of my house from garage sales, and while most people would consider that private...me, yeah, well, not so much. You like that table? $10 bucks up on Yale Street. You like this shirt? $15 at Banana Republic. You love my BCBG halter dress? - $82 at Market Square. The problem is that most of this information is unsolicited. As is with most unsolicited information, well, it's unwanted.
For the past few years, I've been trying to bite my tongue. This is no easy feat. I feel like a liar, a fraud, or even worse - SOMEONE WHO KEEPS SECRETS. I've been wearing this really amazing lipstick lately, and tons of people have commented, "I love your lipstick," "Great lipstick," "I need a lip shade that looks good with my skin tone." Do you understand what it's like to smile and say thank you? And then shut up. I'll tell you what it's like. Actually I won't because I just got really anxious and jittery even thinking about it and had to resist the urge to call every woman who's commented on it, apologize and then buy them a tube to make me feel better, when really, they were just being nice and honestly didn't give a shit about said lipstick in the first place.
With all of this pent up energy, I have to tell someone about this life altering lipstick. And why not you? Of course, this is unsolicited, so if you don't care, then please, by all means, tell me to shut up.
Cover Girl Outlast lip-color. I never wore lipstick until about 3 months ago because I am so not the reapply type. It just wasn't worth my time, but this? I have applied this in the morning, gone to the gym, eaten lunch, worked all afternoon, eaten dinner, met with clients and it is still on when I go to wash my face before bed. Amazing. You can check it out at any local grocery, drug store, or here. I even think they have a lip-gloss which promises 10 hour coverage. Can you imagine? Be still my heart.
And this? Kiss Me Mascara. I know $24 for a tube of mascara is pricey, but considering the fact that I used to only wear mascara to special events because I CHOOSE not to look like a vampire on a regular basis. And that I've thrown more full $10 tubes of mascara out because of a rational fear of many miscellaneous bacterial eye infections makes this totally worth it. It goes on in little tubes. I can't explain this exactly, but it equals no smudging. I mean none. The best part? It comes off with only water, so no more of that fancy shmancy eye makeup remover. Praise be. You can check it out at Sephora, or here.
And last, but not least, if you think I'm completely neurotic, but kinda like neurotic, or if you think that I used waaayyy too many commas in this post, you must click here.
