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Heyyyooo. So glad it’s Friday. Also enjoyed that I took most of the week off blogging. I was going hog wild with it for a long time there, sometimes posting twice a day and even on weekends. Unheard of. I think half the reason I got the 10+ day cold was because I was honestly beat out from blogging full time on top of my regular job.
I didn’t photograph any outfits last week because it was a busy week on top of me being sick. I did snap this photo of me while I was organizing the Annual General Meeting at the fancy event site. Look at my new Michael Kors shoes! First time I wore them when I bought them while I was with Leanne. I felt so fancy in those heels and black velvet blazer.
I got off my lazy butt and started working out again this week. Enough was enough, I was starting to eat candy for breakfast (cadbury cream eggs is not the same as hen eggs… or is it chicken eggs? Whatever), and not working out causes weird sadness and me to be whiney. Not fun for anyone really. When I work out I immediately feel like a power house, and it puts me in an amazing mood. Don’t know why I ever stop to be honest, hah. I guess it’s because I just want a free night, and a free night turns into a glorious free week and so on. The ball kept on rollin downhill you guys! P.S like my polka dot holiday nails?
You’d be happy to know I went to CrossFit twice this week and I’m going again tonight. I’ve been wearing my Mizunos this entire week and they’ve been quite comfy. I love that they didn’t really need to be broken in. I feel so bouncy in them compared to my very flat Nike free’s.
I’ve been listening to Christmas music almost all of the hours that I am awake in the day, since November 30. It’s on in the car, at work, and especially on the internet radio station (the “That Christmas Station” channel is the best) when I’m home. I love Christmas, but I’m a little upset my Broski won’t be home to celebrate it with us. He’ll be working out of province on the oil rigs, unfortunately.
Since I felt like I haven’t blogged all week. Because I haven’t I’d like to tell you some of the things I’ve been enjoying lately. You cool with that?
Also, how did I not know McDonalds had poutine? Maybe because we don’t have cable TV and never see commercials. But still! I ate a cheeseburger this week from there. They put the entire fixin’s on it though. I like a plain cheeseburger, nothing on it but cheese. It had onions, pickles, moo’tard and ketchup on it. Gross. I wrote them (on the back of my receipt there’s a spot for a survey) and now I get free coupons for even MOAR MCDONALDS. Gah, I love that place.
Meanwhile at the mall I stopped into Fossil to check out their goods. Surprise surprise. I picked up this wallet and didn’t know they were making these in WHITE. It’s also on sale. I refrained from buying it because I was Christmas shopping for others. No hand slapping necessary. Ugh, isn’t it adorable.
Have you ever used one of these? It’s an eyebrow (or anywhere else on your…. face???) razor. I’ve been using it instead of (painful) tweezing. It works like a charm. I buy it at Sallys and I’ve been doing my ‘brows this way since early summer. Can you cut yourself? No idea…. I don’t think so. I mean, I never have. I took this picture to show Julie because I was talking to her about it.
My desk at work is filled with my favorite things. Dior lip balm, Sephora cuticle oil, Ahava hand cream, Living Grace Philosophy perfume sample…. and of course a SANTA MUG!!!! SAAAANTA (Cue the movie Elf)
Tomorrow I finally get to see my bloggy best friend Leanne. I’m going to make the trek to Toronto, and by trek I mean relax on the Greyhound bus til I get there. We meant to meet up two weeks ago, but I had a disgusting hacking cough that was so persistent I couldn’t form a sentence without spitting on someone or something. It was pretty classy.
Stephanie wrote an amazing post yesterday. Do real bloggers still exist? She’s a blogger, but also a PR person by day, so she gets both ends of the spectrum. I agree with her 100%, that people are getting a little unauthentic with their blogs. Out of the 100 posts I do 0.5 of them are paid, and I always mention it. I’m not exaggerating. I wish I got paid, but I dislike asking for compensation in cash, when I already get $100’s of dollars worth of free product. Know what I’m saying? It sounds a little greedy. Why do people have affiliate links in every post? Are you really making enough to have the link there? To be honest I never click on them. What Steph blogged about is everything I want to say.
And that’s all I’m gonna say today. So long all! Have a nice weekend!
Hey guys! I’m back from my amazing wonderful weekend at BlissDom. Can’t wait to recap it all for you tomorrow!
The fiasco of my payless shoes vs Michael Kors pumps didn’t stop last weekend. It kept going. Oh yes, it did.
She mentioned that she too, wanted to try out the luxurious YSL product. I warned her that the lighter ones weren’t the best and she should stick to a darker out-of-her-comfort zone colour. We popped into the Bloor Street location of Sephora and immediately asked for assistance, since we’re both pretty unsure of what colours would suit her best. The Sephora rep picked out #23 Fuchsia Cubiste. Leanne picked up her colour and then we started browsing around with no intention to buy anything else.
The sephora rep came back to us and told me she needed to put some eye shadow on me and that I was going to love it so much I’d buy it today.
I thought to myself… hmm, you’re sure of that are you, lady? Well I’m not sure I will buy it to be honest because I never wear eye shadow. She told me I had the most beautiful blue eyes and I needed to play them up.
We walked over to one of the aisles and she swirled her magical brush into this baked Terracotta eye shadow by Laura Mercier and went to down on my lids. She asked me to look up and put some more colour down by my lower lashes. It tickeled, so I kept walking backwards and blinking as she was applying it. No biggie.
I opened my eyes and gave Leanne a side-eye questionable smirk. The sephora rep jogged over to another section of the store and told me to stay where I was. I needed eye liner. Back she came with a beautiful Estee Lauder liner in bronze.Â I looked in the mirror, thanked her and whispered to Leanne that it was way too bold for my liking. But Leanne assured me it was a nice look and added a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ to my face. Okay, I’m comfortable with it, I suppose.
I hope she sanitized it all. Guess I’ll know in a few days if I have pink eye or not, I said to myself (thankfully nothing went wrong with my eye balls).
I thought we were done at this point. Sephora rep’s don’t work on commission, so she must’ve really taken a liking to us because she wasn’t finished with my face yet. And asked if she could apply some blush/brozer. I think it was by Dior, but I didn’t pay too much attention to it.
I felt her apply the colour onto my cheeks. It took a really long time, I thought. She must just be blending it really well into my skin, I thought. It felt like it was going everywhere from my lips to my ears, and everywhere in-between. What is she doing?
Ta-da! I look at Leanne and she grins. I go look into the mirror and I’m utterly shocked, but not speechless. I felt like the Sephora person was trying to uglyify me (jokes). But she (Sephora rep) nodded, smiled and said; It looks great right?
I honest to God, felt like this woman. (source)
I made a confused face, tilted my head sideways and said. Ehhh. Wow. No. I actually hate it It looks horrible. I really need to take this off.
How does this happen to me? I didn’t suggest I was interested in any of these products nor did I pick up anything and look at it. I did not want to be tempted by Sephora that day. Reverse psychology works on me WAY better than telling me I’ll probably do something. I’ll guarantee I’ll do the opposite only because you think I’ll buy that eye shadow from you. I have the brain of a 13 year old pre-teen who decides to rebel against her parents, with this sephora rep. Missus loved my eyes, it was laughable.
Thankfully most of the blush/bronzer came off my face with a tissue that she rubbed over my face. I have to admit though, all day I felt like I was going on a date-night with the boyf. Except I was day shopping with Leanne.
I definitely didn’t mind the colours she used on me, but I definitely wasn’t used to it. Perhaps one day I’ll go back and try that baked eye shadow :)
We kept walking around Yorkvillle and I spotted a very fancy Lambo in matte purple, right outside the Kate Spade store. I only know this cars make, because I BBM’ed the photo to the Boyf and he wrote back Holy Crap. Lamborghini Gallardo?
We then took the subway down to the Eaton Centre and that’s when the shenanigans began at Browns Shoes.Â What is your favourite thing to order at a restaurant?
Onions or no onions?
Do you wear eye shadow?