I have to say, I’ve kind of been hating on Birchbox lately since I’m so gaga for ipsy, but Birchbox really stepped it up this month.
Take a look at these impressive products:
Harvey Prince Hello – smells pretty good. Definitely detect the Meyer lemon. A much more generous size than Birchbox usually provides.
Vasanti BrightenUp! Enzymatic Face Rejuvenator – quite excited for this, as my skin is kind of being a jerk to me lately. No detectable scent.
UPDATE: Microcrystals, indeed. This feels like rubbing the absolute finest sand in the world on your face. Has a nice scent and leaves skin feeling satiny-smooth. I don’t think I could use it more than twice a week, though, as the grittiness is a bit more abrasive than other exfoliants I’ve used.
Egyptian Magic All Purpose Skin Cream – no scent for this one either. All-natural, but one of the ingredients is pollen so that’s going to be interesting. Rubbed into some dry spots on my face and they already feel better. I think I may believe in magic.
LAQA & Co. Sheer Lip Lube Pencil in Bees Knees – nice and creamy, but not the greatest color for my complexion. Has a pleasant minty scent, but doesn’t have the same tingle as my horrible addiction, Burt’s Bees.
Color Exhibit A:
Coastal Scents Revealed 2 Eye Shadow Palette Set – this is the tiniest, babiest, cutest (cutiest?) little palette I’ve ever seen. Colors swatches beautifully. Very excited to try this out when I decide to look more presentable… which is hopefully tomorrow. Maybe. But what a great, unexpected sample from Birchbox! The full size even comes with three (THREE!) brushes!
Behold its cuteness:
I loudly applaud you, Birchbox. Thank you for finally living up to the unreasonable and loft expectations I had set for you.
After these past two months of boxes, I think they may have successfully redeemed themselves.
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My computer wants to correct “ipsy” to “tipsy.” I think I like where its mind is.
So here is my very first ipsy unbagging video. It’s blurry. Getting used to the whole filming myself thing. Yick.
Anyway, I’ve been raving about ipsy, especially at work, and am trying to get people to join me on the bandwagon. It’s just my second month, but I got another amazing bag. I am smitten.
Here are some more of my fragmented musings:
Be A Bombshell Lash Out Mascara – haven’t tried yet. Looks pretty typical. Has a very strange smell.
Marc Anthony Dream Waves Beach Spray – smells like a dream. Also haven’t tried. Will do on the morrow.
Nicka K New York Shimmer Eyeliner – kind of hurts to apply. Very, very thin line. Stayed very well on hand, despite vigorous wiping. Seems to be alright for these sensitive eyes. Crazy color. A little funky for me, since I tend to err on the traditional/classic side of makeup.
NYX Butter Gloss – beautiful light, summery color. A little sticky, quite sheer. Has stayed well so far but I haven’t done any smooching, eating or drinking since applying.
Essence of Beauty Fine Fragrance Body Mist – very light scent. Quite lovely, but I don’t think it will last long. Packaging, aside from bottle shape, is nearly identical to Bath and Body Works.
Been working on some artwork for when the boyfriend and I move. May not use them because they’re kind of really girly, but I’m having fun experimenting with fonts ‘n’ things.
(Needs some work)
It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?
I’ve missed writing. Like, a lot. Ever since I finished portfolio school and started my very first Big Girl Job (aka, full-time), I’ve been too drained to do a thing other than snuggle into my boyfriend’s face once I get home.
But that’s no excuse, especially when writing is the thing that helps you relieve all of the pent-up stress and passive aggressive anger toward inconsiderate clients that you somehow let ruin your day, despite the fact that most people are actually really nice and truly appreciate your help.
Anyway, pinning my fantasy crafts and abodes and meals can only provide so much solace.
And I’m in extra need of solace now that a part of myself is missing.
Tragically, this past Wednesday, I had my beloved appendix removed. If you’ve ever had appendicitis, you’ll be able to sympathize with the incomprehensible pain I was experiencing. Seriously, I was actually at the point where I would have rather died than lived with the pain. And I’ve got a lot of really wonderful things to live for, so that’s saying something. The pain actually subsided, though, as I was awaiting my CT Scan. I texted my mom, a nurse, to tell her this and mused that maybe I was just a little hungry and drinking my delicious contrast of barium and Hawaiian Punch had relieved some of the pain. She told everyone that she would have killed me. I believe her.
But it turns out that it was appendicitis and the surgery was successful. And here is a stunning photo of me in the finest hospital couture. The end.
So this blog is the product of a seriously awesome course I’m wrapping up at Chicago Portfolio School. I’ve always considered myself a gifted writer, but everyone’s got room to improve, amiright?
One area that I knew I struggled with and was anxious to grow in was my writing for social media (also the name of the course, go figure). I previously interned for a young dog treat company (the company was young; they don’t discriminate against dogs of any age, breed or fur color), where I was a copywriter. Surprisingly, and in retrospect, thankfully, I wasn’t really asked to write anything for their social media pages. I say “thankfully” because a few months later, I realized how much I sucked at writing for brands.
As a favor for a friend of my sister’s best friend’s mom (what?), and to bolster my own experience, I took on the task of managing the Twitter and Pinterest pages for a new cosmetic product/brand. The owner really wanted more people to know about her flippin’ sweet product and social media is obviously the cheapest and seemingly easiest way to do so. Except that it’s totally not easy.
Thank God and sweet baby Jesus for this class. It sounds obvious, but I feel that my writing will have changed the most simply in that I now know the various formulas and unwritten rules for promoting a brand through media such as Facebook and Twitter, the two with which I struggled the most. I look forward to (in the sense that I’m glad I have them available to me) reviewing our class PowerPoints over and over until I’m able to find what really works for me and whatever brand I may be assigned to. Ok, but I need a job first so hire me?
First of all, my apologies to those of you that don’t follow my other blog.
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about deodorant.
Deodorant is such an awkward product, especially when you’re trying to introduce it to preteens that have hit that point where they should really consider becoming best friends with it. Marketing it to these girls can be clunky and insincere, but I do believe that there are two brands that are doing it well: Ban and Secret. I’m going to discuss the latter.
They don’t approach deodorant the same way that we do (which, at least in my case, is, “AGH, IF I DON’T SLATHER THIS ON MY ARMPITS I’M GOING TO SMELL LIKE A STABLE ALL DAY AND I WON’T BE ABLE TO LIFT MY ARMS AND NOBODY WILL WANT TO COME NEAR ME AND I’LL HAVE NO FRIENDS.” Hoping I’m not alone in that.) Instead, they bring a sense of grace, with no hint of embarrassment. They’re here to help you, with “48 hours of odor protection.” This calm product description, in conjunction with their soft, powdery blue packaging and website evokes a sense of trust. Like, you’ve got my back, Secret; you get me.
They feel like so much more than a toiletries brand. Their “Sweat Help 101” web page and well-known and lauded “Gang Up for Good” (“Mean Stinks”) anti-bullying campaign let you know that they’re going to do what they can to make your life better. They’re kind of like that female relative that knows everything but isn’t totally obnoxious about it and that you know is only telling you because she cares about your well-being.
And that is absolutely what I want in my deodorant. I wanna be able to trust that puppy as much as I do my boyfriend.
I think (and secretly hope) that maybe, just maybe, social media could be dead in 10 years.
If it faces a different fate, however, I’m fairly certain that it will at least be a mere shadow of its current self. Those of us that were around in its heyday will not only no longer recognize it, but will want nothing to do with it anymore.
Having joined both Facebook and Twitter before either was terribly popular, I can tell you that I am so over them.
A future I can see is that brands will almost completely take over the social media universe, transforming it into yet another way to sell, sell, sell.
This, of course, is already going on, but I’m envisioning a world where every tweet is sponsored, every Instagram has a product featured, every Facebook post is an ad.
When forced to choose between the social media I’m beginning to dislike now and such a terrifying hypothetical future, I’ll take the present.