It's a totally-on-my-own situation here. I'm the queen of my castle, whatever I say goes. Well, in that respect, it's not very different than usual, whatever I say always goes anyhow. Oh dear, I must be very bossy in here, no wonder my cats sometimes shoot me a wicked look. It's not as if they have anything to complain about, they always come first anyway.
So seeing that 9am was no time to get back into bed, I decided I might as well take myself out to the only shops opening on a Sunday, and that's Baystreet. And oh I loved splurging on Dior, and Clinique. There are three cosmetic brands which have me in awe, that's these two and Estee Lauder. Maybe I have something for blue. Clinique is all flowery packaged, while Dior And Estee Lauder come in a deep dark shiny blue which I can never resist. I also never say no to free gifts and as it is I came out having had a very good deal for my money; free eyeshadow in the shade I wear, free lipstick in the shade I wear, free foundation in the shade I wear and a free eye pencil also in the shade I wear. Oh and... instructions!! As if a 35 year old non-single female needs make up instructions. Come on, at 35, I've tried everything and anything which hits the market for a good 23 years. And after 23 years of trial and error, but mostly succeeding, I really do not need a tiny glossy card, the size of a post-it note, to instruct me on how to do it. Or how to put it on. But who am I to argue, free is free, I'll just put the instruction card away, no harm done. Oh and I bought skin care too, and I loved it when a girl directed me to the 'my age' skincare range which was a 25 to 30 years old. Hurray I could have kissed her and of course I couldn't disappoint her so I just browsed there, waited for her attention to go somewhere else and silently crept up to the my-actual-age skincare range. I don't get skin this good for nothing, but I am just not ready to let on. At least for now. So I'm writing in here with all my new possessions put into army, soldier-like positions for me to be able to look at. Because if I am paying for the beautiful packaging, then I might as well watch.
So seeing that 9am was no time to get back into bed, I decided I might as well take myself out to the only shops opening on a Sunday, and that's Baystreet. And oh I loved splurging on Dior, and Clinique. There are three cosmetic brands which have me in awe, that's these two and Estee Lauder. Maybe I have something for blue. Clinique is all flowery packaged, while Dior And Estee Lauder come in a deep dark shiny blue which I can never resist. I also never say no to free gifts and as it is I came out having had a very good deal for my money; free eyeshadow in the shade I wear, free lipstick in the shade I wear, free foundation in the shade I wear and a free eye pencil also in the shade I wear. Oh and... instructions!! As if a 35 year old non-single female needs make up instructions. Come on, at 35, I've tried everything and anything which hits the market for a good 23 years. And after 23 years of trial and error, but mostly succeeding, I really do not need a tiny glossy card, the size of a post-it note, to instruct me on how to do it. Or how to put it on. But who am I to argue, free is free, I'll just put the instruction card away, no harm done. Oh and I bought skin care too, and I loved it when a girl directed me to the 'my age' skincare range which was a 25 to 30 years old. Hurray I could have kissed her and of course I couldn't disappoint her so I just browsed there, waited for her attention to go somewhere else and silently crept up to the my-actual-age skincare range. I don't get skin this good for nothing, but I am just not ready to let on. At least for now. So I'm writing in here with all my new possessions put into army, soldier-like positions for me to be able to look at. Because if I am paying for the beautiful packaging, then I might as well watch.
