For the last couple of months, I’d been pulling some extra hours for the man. That means going straight from bed to my work desk and from my work desk straight to bed. That means…SOME makeup must be left at work. #Didntwakeuplikedis.
You know what’s the one thing you NEED? Eye primer in a champagne color! It’s actually truly essential. I use it as primer, shadow, and even highlighter. Picked this little-known beauty up at the Rite Aid in Brookfield (I also do shopping at pharmacies now, sob)
Behold my Space-Themed Waterproof Eye Glaze from Girlactik
Hey remember when air travel wasn’t such a fking nightmare (where you’re dragged shrieking out of your paid seat in front of the elderly and children) and people actually thought it was glamorous and appealing? No? Well me neither, because it was in the 1950s. Despite bathing in virgin blood to keep my youth and appearance, I can assure you I’m not old enough to remember the 1950s.
While air travel has NEVER been glamorous or appealing, I can attest that first class is well…better than the cattle class. I’m full of insight, I am. Look at this amenity kit they give out in the ANA first cabin:
Angela (to Renee and Indya): LADIES!!! I have a very speshul present for you.
Indya: Does it involve cutting out lolcat talk?
Angela: Me haz no idea what zis hooman is talking about. Ahem–*whips out package*–feast your eyes on this.
Renee (eyes widening): Ooh, aaah. It’s so big! It’s so firm! It’s so…pineappley?! OMG it’s the heartthrob Pikotaro. Sooooo much better than your girly male Korean pop star masks!
Angela: I’m going to pretend you didn’t just wound the deepest part of my soul. Anyhoo, I got each of us a Pen-Pineapple-Apple-Pen (PPAP) sheet mask. You get a PPAP smear, you get a PPAP smear, EVERYONE gets a PPAP smear!
I just came back from my annual snowboarding trip in Whistler. Beside the bazillion foot elevation and vertical drop, and jaw-dropping, audible-gasping sights of this mountain, this & the surrounding Vancouver area has among my (Renee’s) FAVORITE duty free shopping because it’s a huge port for Cathay Pacific routes to Asia. Behold:
Duty-Free Mini Haul at YVR Terminal and Cathay Pacific inflight catalogue
We felt like true beauty bloggers when Catherine from PR for Missha reached out to seek our opinion on a few of Missha products. That’s what I AM full of anyway, opinions! The more unqualified I am, the stronger my opinion, kekeke.
Missha is one of my (Renee’s) gateway products into KBeauty. When the BB Cream craze was barely hinted at stateside, I searched high and low in every Asian mall, supermarket, and beauty shop for the Missha Perfect Cover BB Cream. This was back when the only shades available were #21, 23, and if you looked really hard, 27. Now KBeauty is so mainstream, you can even get Missha at Target! It was one of the best BB creams I used in terms of natural coverage and high SPF, except that I was highly allergic to whatever sunscreen chemical was in it, and ended up looking like the elephant man.
Anyway Catherine kindly selected a couple of items for us to honestly review. I had her pick for me, indicating that I am concerned about aging and pigmentation.
With no further ado, Roxy and I purrresent to you our views:
A lot of bad shit happened in 2016. Like, furrreal. But a lot of good shit happened too. As we bid adieu to 2016 and its poopoo platter, please remember more strongly the things that brought us happiness. Such as:
This catman who gives a cat a bath WHILE rapping. Is he a wizard? A rapper? A w-rapper?
Whooohooooo!!!!! I entirely furrrgot that I had this until my lazy ass looked through the drafts for posting on our site and saw this succulent luscious beauty staring back at me. I bought this months prior to leaving to London for the summer, and since this is a fairly thick moisturizing cream, didn’t touch it except for decanting some for Angela.
Behold the History of Whoo In Yang Neck & Face Sleeping Repair
Now that summer’s truly over, I find myself going back to this thick, luscious, creamy goodness that is The History of Whoo. Whoo has never let me down.
Sunday nights have always been kind of funny. It’s a gloomy time the weekend is over. It’s stressful because I have about 1,365,752 hours of work to squeeze into the week. It’s also a time for decompression and reflection. This week, this month, this year, has been difficult.
I met with crushing disappointment as icing on this crap of a week cake. But I fervently prayed that I can relax with ease into the unknown, trusting that all will unfold in the right way at the right time, and that the Universe has my back.
In any case, I will ALWAYS have my fking awesome beauty routine. Because looking good is half the battle. As a cheerer-upper, as you Beauty Queens know, making that reflection smile at you is one of the best things you can do to pick yourself back up.
Behold the Dr. Jart Dermask Rubber Mask (Bright Lover)
This post is oh…a few months late…we’d been too busy basking in the full glory of ALL. THE. PRODUCTS gotten for cheap cheap in Paris. The ground floor of Selfridges in London wasn’t bad either, but I may save it for another post.
Behold a pic of Angela (who previously reviewed City Pharma but HAD to come back for MOAR) contemplating Caudalie for breakfast. Pictures ARE NOT allowed in City Pharma. Ahem.
While frolicking with Angela in Flushing, Queens, in July, we came across The Face Shop which had the ENTIRE line of The Face Shop x KaKao Friends collection. Not one to hesitate at grabbing ANYTHING cyyyute and yellow, I was immediately drawn to the below.
And yes, I am posting something I saw in July for TWO reasons: I spent July-September in Europe with crappy wi-fi. And I just actually finished the entire tube of this, so the experiment is complete.
Behold The Face Shop x Muzi Natural Sun Eco Baby Mild Sun Cream