I have a lipstick addiction. It’s insane. I am going to pause real quick and count how many tubes I have in my purse right now. Okay. Nevermind. That was taking too long. So I just took a picture.
Psycho, right? I have really ginormous lips. So ginormous that my little sister/BFF used to tell my mom this about me:
Skipper*: “Mom – make her stop.”
Mom: “Make her stop what?”
Skipper: “Her lips are looking at me! Make her stop!”
(*How my sister will be known from here on out. I wanted this to be her nickname. She didn’t want a nickname so she cried. So even though I love her an enormous amount – henceforth her Blog Name is Skipper. Love you sis.)
My all time favorite pic of my sister. I got a new camera for Christmas and I wanted to take her picture and she wouldn’t let me. So I chased her around the house. She hid in my parents bedroom until she thought I had left. I hadn’t. And I scared the crap out of her.
Anyway. Without lipstick, gloss, something on my lips I feel naked as a jaybird. (Also. I looked up the origination of this phrase. I don’t suggest it.) My lips probably change colors at least 5 times during any given day and ironically none of my co-workers have said anything about it. The men I’m sure wouldn’t notice anything about my appearance unless I walked in naked and I doubt the first place they’d look would be my lips – and the girls – I don’t know – they may be talking about me behind my back. I’ll have to ask them on Monday.
Okay – to the point of what is frabjous this Friday. Birchbox. If you don’t A) know what Birchbox is or B) don’t have a monthly subscription find out and get one.www.birchbox.com
THIS is Birchbox:
For $10 a month you get a box full of deluxe fancy make up samples and occasional full size items. One of those Stila Lip glosses came in a box. That Laura Geller lipstick – came in a box. It is seriously one of the most frabjous things ever. When it comes in every month I feel like it’s Christmas all over again. Face mask, cleansers, toners, blush, eye shadow, it’s a makeup girls dream. Which is weird for me, because I really am more of a “boy” on the inside (ask any of the guys I work with – I make THEM blush). On the outside though, I am all make-up and heels.
Officially their website says this: Hand-picked beauty and lifestyle samples, delivered to your door for $10/month + Birchboxes Ship Free! Sample the best beauty and lifestyle products! Learn tips and tricks from expert! Buy what you love and earn points!
Also if you’re a dude – they make boxes for you too. You get cologne and aftershave and all kinds of gadget samples
But whatever. It is a little box of joy and excitement delivered to you once a month and then you get to run in the bathroom and play I LOVE it.
I’m totally not getting paid to do this. A friend of mine’s friend was one of the co-founders and I really need to work that connection (what is that called – networking?). Maybe they should sponsor my blog. Hey - if anyone from Birchbox sees this blog, please feel free to load me up with free stuff. :)
That’s Friday’s short, sweet and most of all, frabjous post. Tune into tomorrow for stories about SAH. I’ve been teasing him about it all week. I think I’ve scared him. Which, um, I find hilarious.