Specifically, Dior Lip Maximizer and Dior Creme de Gloss in Rouge Nectar. Oh, my goodness. The lip maximizer does something really impressively scientific-sounding that the Sephora sales-guy tried really hard to explain to me, whilst I stared at him and smiled...and thought not at all about collagen boosting, but instead daydreamed about how wonderful my lips were beginning to feel within 15 seconds of applying this wonderful stuff.
About the Creme de Gloss: Although I've tried to fight it, I am a lip gloss kind of girl. I buy, and try, tons of lipstick. I love all of it, but the Dior products are my favorites. The color is lovely and opaque, which is nearly impossible to find in a gloss, but it's still silky and not sticky, which is nearly impossible to find in a lipstick. Perfect combo. Highly recommended.
12 June 2008
27 April 2008
And Then We Came to the End
by Joshua Ferris
Reads a little like "Office Space: the book," only with perhaps more of a soul. A very good read about workplace friendships and relationships. The voice and perspective are certainly interesting, and the subject matter moves beyond what you'd expect...just traditional complaints about cubicle workspaces and bad office jibber-jabber. Yes, definitely recommend it.
Reads a little like "Office Space: the book," only with perhaps more of a soul. A very good read about workplace friendships and relationships. The voice and perspective are certainly interesting, and the subject matter moves beyond what you'd expect...just traditional complaints about cubicle workspaces and bad office jibber-jabber. Yes, definitely recommend it.
My Life is Boring
OK, so my last post here was about my new job. Tomorrow, I will celebrate its 6-month anniversary, which in addition to being somewhat satisfying in its own right, has the added benefit of meaning that I am officially off probation. Yay! Now, they have to have a reason to fire me...and though that may seem like an inconsequential milestone to some, it is ever-so important to me, given that I am the only one of the office's most recent three hires to make it off probation. Whew.
What's happened in the last 6 months? Not a whole lot, actually, except that the last month has been fairly eventful. I bought a new car (well, new-ish). A Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo, steel grey, and quite pretty, and from which I derive great joy in driving, although I will admit that I have to separate myself from the fact that now I am one of those SUV drivers about whom I seem to complain non-stop. Though in my own defense, it's really the van drivers I most detest.
And then, there's the funnest news of all: MY TATTOO! She's quite small and ladylike: a red and yellow orchid just below my right ankle. And she makes me smile whenever I look down and see her peeking out from my most serious work shoes. OK, let's be honest, I don't actually own very many pairs of serious work shoes, but she still makes me smile. Who'd have thought?
What's happened in the last 6 months? Not a whole lot, actually, except that the last month has been fairly eventful. I bought a new car (well, new-ish). A Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo, steel grey, and quite pretty, and from which I derive great joy in driving, although I will admit that I have to separate myself from the fact that now I am one of those SUV drivers about whom I seem to complain non-stop. Though in my own defense, it's really the van drivers I most detest.
And then, there's the funnest news of all: MY TATTOO! She's quite small and ladylike: a red and yellow orchid just below my right ankle. And she makes me smile whenever I look down and see her peeking out from my most serious work shoes. OK, let's be honest, I don't actually own very many pairs of serious work shoes, but she still makes me smile. Who'd have thought?
30 October 2007
My New Job
Anyone reading this blog already knows about the new job, but still, it seemed like the sort of life event that should be recorded here. Yesterday was my first day, and of course, it was filled with all sorts of awful orientation events (including the dreaded introductions, where you have to tell something about yourself. My question: What is my fantasy vacation? In case there's any interest, I said Botswana. The room reacted as if I'd said Jupiter).
30 September 2007
The Constant Gardener
I'm about 50 pages in, so I'll let you know how it turns out. So far: very good.
17 September 2007
How to Be Lost
by Amanda Eyre Ward
I read this at the urging of Nick Hornby, who discusses it in "Housekeeping vs. The Dirt" as one of his monthly reads. Easily one of the best books I've read in quite a while, along with the books I've already discussed.
Eyre Ward explores the dynamic of a family following the disappearance of a child--their pain, of course, but also their abortive attempts to move forward and just get on with their lives. It's told from various points of view-- sometimes through letters, sometimes through flashbacks, sometimes first-person narration (which, honestly, usually isn't my favorite, but it works here, I think...mostly because I didn't find myself constantly questioning/doubting the narrator).
I read this at the urging of Nick Hornby, who discusses it in "Housekeeping vs. The Dirt" as one of his monthly reads. Easily one of the best books I've read in quite a while, along with the books I've already discussed.
Eyre Ward explores the dynamic of a family following the disappearance of a child--their pain, of course, but also their abortive attempts to move forward and just get on with their lives. It's told from various points of view-- sometimes through letters, sometimes through flashbacks, sometimes first-person narration (which, honestly, usually isn't my favorite, but it works here, I think...mostly because I didn't find myself constantly questioning/doubting the narrator).
How To Be Good
by Nick Hornby
This is the first piece of Nick Hornby fiction I've read, though I inhaled "The Polysyllabic Spree" and "Housekeeping vs. The Dirt." His fiction is just as good, just as astute, just as spare, thought-provoking and self-validating. Loved every minute, and instantly moved on to "About a Boy."
This is the first piece of Nick Hornby fiction I've read, though I inhaled "The Polysyllabic Spree" and "Housekeeping vs. The Dirt." His fiction is just as good, just as astute, just as spare, thought-provoking and self-validating. Loved every minute, and instantly moved on to "About a Boy."
The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets
by Eva Rice
SCM, can I even begin to thank you for demanding for months that I read this book, and then for shipping it over to me to ensure that I would? It was wonderful...that sort of wonderful that made me feel everything the characters were feeling as they felt it, and the sort of wonderful that made me mourn for days after I'd finished it. Also, there is just something about reading a book whose characters have really perfect names, and Ms. Rice definitely, definitely found some gems.
"Little Children" did the same for me, which is why you will find it in your next package from me.
SCM, can I even begin to thank you for demanding for months that I read this book, and then for shipping it over to me to ensure that I would? It was wonderful...that sort of wonderful that made me feel everything the characters were feeling as they felt it, and the sort of wonderful that made me mourn for days after I'd finished it. Also, there is just something about reading a book whose characters have really perfect names, and Ms. Rice definitely, definitely found some gems.
"Little Children" did the same for me, which is why you will find it in your next package from me.
07 September 2007
To answer your question, Heather, yes, I am quite excited about Fashion Week...
You know, all the time, you hear people say things like, "If I won the lottery, I would..." and then you hear them fill in the blank with something that sounds so ridiculous and contrived and prissy and goody-two-shoes, you just want to slap them. Well, not me; I will tell the truth. If I won the lottery, I'd dress myself and everyone around me in Christian Lacroix Couture. What a colorful, fashionable bunch we would be. Certainly neither prissy nor goody-two-shoes.
Furthermore, I am almost certain that I would be a more effective prosecutor if my suits looked like these: Chanel and Armani Privé. Sure, they're perhaps a little formal, but are the Armani Privé hats not FABULOUS?
I'm also enchanted with Christian Dior Couture, and I can't help but wish that I lived the sort of life that required that manner of dress. It's rather like Ascot on acid. In technicolor. Love it.
Furthermore, I am almost certain that I would be a more effective prosecutor if my suits looked like these: Chanel and Armani Privé. Sure, they're perhaps a little formal, but are the Armani Privé hats not FABULOUS?
I'm also enchanted with Christian Dior Couture, and I can't help but wish that I lived the sort of life that required that manner of dress. It's rather like Ascot on acid. In technicolor. Love it.
05 September 2007
LUSH
OK, I did it. I broke down and went (with friends) all the way to Scottsdale, so that I could properly experience Lush Cosmetics, and MAN OH MAN! Am I glad I did! Despite being conveniently located in my home, Lush's internet boutique simply does not do it justice.
Firstly, the store looks, from the outside, like hippie paradise and smells like a little corner of Heaven. All the products are handmade from lovely plant *stuff* that works miracles on your skin. Their face masks are squishy and contain such ingredients as lettuce and seaweed. Need proof of their homemade-ness: you have to store them in the fridge (just like food...and one of the masks I got looks like nothing so much as hummus, so take my advice and look twice before you dip in your pita bread).
Lush's bath bombs and bubble bars are just delicious, too... And, yes, I'll admit it: My favorite thing about Lush is the names of their products. How can you resist the thought of slathering yourself with something called Dream Cream, Shimmy Shimmy, Schnuggle, Skinny Dip, or Silky Underwear?
Firstly, the store looks, from the outside, like hippie paradise and smells like a little corner of Heaven. All the products are handmade from lovely plant *stuff* that works miracles on your skin. Their face masks are squishy and contain such ingredients as lettuce and seaweed. Need proof of their homemade-ness: you have to store them in the fridge (just like food...and one of the masks I got looks like nothing so much as hummus, so take my advice and look twice before you dip in your pita bread).
Lush's bath bombs and bubble bars are just delicious, too... And, yes, I'll admit it: My favorite thing about Lush is the names of their products. How can you resist the thought of slathering yourself with something called Dream Cream, Shimmy Shimmy, Schnuggle, Skinny Dip, or Silky Underwear?
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