Beauty School

BEHOLD!

Today I discovered something tres magnifique!

I'm trying some new L'Oreal products - and I have got to say - I was slow on the uptake but dudes, BB cream is the shizzle!

Before I tried it, I thought 'yeah yeah, another wonder cream', and then I tried it. And then I applied it to my mum's face - I was so spellbound by its wonderous powers. BB cream for the win!

I've never tried a BB cream - but I thought this was good. If you're interested - try the L'Oreal Nude Magique BB Cream, seriously birds, it is good and won't leave a dent in your purse. I'm thinking it could be good for everyday use - when you just want a light coverage - and then just use foundation when I need some more serious coverage. It applies easily (although the texture has a slight grit to it), and self-adjusts to your skin colour. HELLO WHERE HAS BB CREAM BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!

I haven't used a primer for a reeeeeally long time - but I've cracked this one open and it reminded me how easy it makes applying foundation. It creates a velvety smooth surface, and the foundation is applied easily with not a heck of a lot of work.

And the Lumi Magique Stylo Touche de Lumiere is very similar to one of my all-time favourite products - YSL Touche Eclat - except L'Oreal's version is bang on the buck - and looks every bit as glam in your beauty bag. It gives a touch of light to under the eye - perfect for me when I am seriously low on the sleep, but need to freshen up my face. When I had newborns - I swore by the YSL version - however - the price killed me. This one is affordable and am sure, destined to be my BFF.  Dark bags under my eyes - begone!

This post is not sponsored. As you already know, I love trying new beauty products, and when the chance came up to learn more about L'Oreal and their ever-evolving range of products, I jumped at it. I am a beauty junkie in my own bathroom.

What's your favourite beauty potion of the moment?

What's In My Kit?

By now if you read my blog or follow me on Instagram, you know I am a big fan of lip colour.

I go through phases, and for many, many years I was only into glosses. I really love the look of a glossy lip, but as I've gotten older, I've developed a new appreciation for lip colour - and all the goodness it can bring you.

I am a firm believer that even if you have no other make up on, putting a slick of colour on your lips can help you feel a bit more groomed, add some colour to your face as well as put some pep in your step.

This week I am trying a new colour that was sent to me from Kit Cosmetics.

This new lipstick is not only a fab colour (Party Fever), it's long-lasting and pigment loaded - meaning the colour is super vibrant. Plus it contains vitamins A, C and E to moisturise and lip conditioners chamomile and aloe to soften up your pout.

At only $24.95 I can afford to buy a few and change my look as often as I please! For the full colour range click over here. Next on my shopping list is Task Master and Show Stopper. What's not to love?!

A Really Good Sandwich. And A Funny Makeover.

So guess what. Tiny got into my make-up again yesterday. Yes. Yes. I know I've already been told to put my stuff up out of reach. In theory this would work. In reality, I'd have to put pretty well the whole house up out of reach, or alternatively put Tiny into a straitjacket, and I just don't think she'd be into that. And life doesn't work when things are all up out of reach. Unless you use stilts every single day.

And am I in Cirque de Soleil? Nope. Can't even spin a hula hoop on my hips.

So here I present to you, Tiny's new look. Considerably less Emo than the last look. She's gone for a pink lip and hot pink cheeks. That girl's onto something.

PS I had a really great sandwich on the run today from Sonoma. They can do no bad in my book. Y to the UM!

A Tiny Makeover

Tiny and my make-up do not mix.

This morning was no exception.

It started off like any other Sunday morning. Full of sunshine and promise.

This ended rapidly after I'd painted Tiny's nails for her - with my nail polish I received as part of my birthday present. Which I hadn't used. She got peeved with the Doctor and threw the bottle on the ground. It smashed to a kazillion pieces spattering pink nail polish all over the floor. All over the Doctor. All over the Doctor's favourite t-shirt, new jeans and socks. All over the Doctor's Beyblades.

To tell you I wasn't impressed is a gross understatement. It's a big, fat, disgusting understatement. It's a HUUUUUGE understatement.

Usually I am the kind of woman that steps straight in and sorts things out. Not today. I jumped up and down on the spot like I was on a bed of hot coals, flapping my hands around. Then I just stood there looking at the Doctor covered in hot pink polish.

I sent Tiny away. And we got to fixing things up.

But that's not all. No. No. The story does not end here.

Back when my Mum was in Sydney helping with the smalls, I went to go to bed reasonably early. It was 9:30pm and I went to brush my teeth, and who should I meet in the hallway? Ah yes. Tiny. With black circles on each of her cheeks. It's 9:30pm. WITH BLACK CIRCLES ON HER CHEEKS.

I knew she'd been meddling with my cosmetics bag. She'd been in my bed giving herself an Emo makeover with my Stila Smudge Pots - which is like eyeliner that will not ever, ever come off, which I rarely ever use because it requires industrial amounts of make-up remover to get even a little bit off, it's the perfect eyeliner if you're Jacques Cousteau and never want your make-up to come off. And she had smeared it all over her cheeks, in almost perfect circles. Oh and all over her hands too.

The joy. The deep joy.

But friends, gather round, because this is not even close the end. I cleaned that stuff off her - she didn't flinch, she didn't cry, even though I was fuming and had steam coming out my ears. I almost did. But Tiny, nope, not even one little tear.

So a week or so later finds me at work. One of my colleagues took a photo of me, because of course I wanted to play with this and I looked so tired, I decided to put some more make-up on. Look tired? No fear, add blush. I innocently reached into the depths of my make-up bag, pulled out my trusty blush, and applied a big, fat black circle on my cheek.

It was at this point I realised Tiny had used my blush brush to apply her perfect black circles. And now I shared the same look. Except I looked as though I was sporting a massive bruise on my cheek. Hot.

Then I looked at all my damn make-up brushes. That little Tiny had used every single one of my brushes in that smudge pot/greasepaint palaver.

Tiny and my make-up? Not a great mix.