Friday, April 27, 2012

Why dew birds suddenly appear?

I adore me some cute packaging – it is – shall we say – adorable?

And when what is on the inside of the adorable packaging matches the awesomeness of what's on the on the outside???

Bonus!

Also described as smelling
of "exotic wood", which I
think was the B-Side on Prince's
"I would die 4 U".
Love and Toast body lotion in Dew Blossom is that perfect combination.

A ridiculously delicious scented body lotion all wrapped up in a cutesy package to proudly display on your bathroom counter.

On days when I want to smell lightly of a kiss of dew - and heck, who doesn’t have those days - this is my go to lotion. I don’t have to layer it with any perfume - it kind of stands on its own. The scent is delicate and spring-y, with notes of jasmine, white floral and juicy fig. When I smell it, the word that comes to mind is “pretty”, a refreshing change from my usual “yummy” vanilla-based scents, lotions and potions.

The product name makes me happy too, Love and Toast.

I love love - and I love toast!

Back in the day, my mom used to make me cinnamon toast for breakfast in the morning - white bread dripping with butter topped with a cinnamon/sugar mixture that would crunch between your teeth when you bit down. She would concoct this crack-like magic mixture and keep it in a small jar next to the spices in the kitchen. I would sneak spoonfuls of it from time to time, minus the toast.


A toast...to this lotion.

Okay, so maybe I don’t love toast as much as I loved that mixture my mom made (I think there were little crumbles of butter floating around in that jar too….mmmmm) but back to business, I do love this lotion.

If you are ready for a lotion that will bust you out of the winter blahs, get yourself some Love and Toast.

Did I mention it comes in a square bottle?
My buds are about to burst.




Friday, April 20, 2012

Eye love you.

It's the little things that get me excited.

    Who says I can't write about
    pizza and eyeliner at the same time?
  • A dollar won on a scratch-off lottery ticket - I know, I know, the ticket cost a dollar, and I really didn't win anything, but come on, let me be excited.
  • Going to a pizzeria that unexpectedly serves "white pie."
  • A really great eyeliner pencil.

When I find an eyeliner with a creamy, dreamy, lovely texture I want to shout from the rooftops how great it is. So here I am people, shouting really loud.

URBAN DECAY 24/7 GLIDE-ON EYE PENCIL IS MY NEW FAVORITE EYE LINER!

Whew!

Now let me climb down off this roof and tell you why.

As you may know from a previous post, I am still in mourning over the loss of my old favorite eye pencil ever, which was made by the now defunct Prescriptives. Over the years I have been on a constant hunt to replace it. Others have come close, but none have given me that same perfect-eyeliner-purchase satisfaction.

Urban Decay's 24/7 is a bit of a mystery to me because it is super-creamy and waterproof at the same time. How do they do this? I have no idea. Again, thank God for science.

It goes on super smooth, is easy to blend and smudge, then dries to a perfect long lasting finish. And talk about adding some color to your life - it comes in a wide variety of hot ones with fun names like Demolition (my go to brown) Zero (my go to black) and Gunmetal (my go to gun color.)


When they say 24/7 at Urban Decay, they mean it. I tested some colors at Sephora on my lunch hour and even after washing my hands all day the lines were still there at dinner time.

It stays on my eyes all day too, which is what I really want it to do.

Even after applying at six in the morning it is still on at six at night and looks flawless. This is good stuff.


Like keeping a picture of an old
boyfriend around.

So now, after years of searching, I no longer have to (sniff) shed a tear for my old Prescriptives eyeliner. I do feel a little guilty, letting go is hard to do. I'm still keeping my little nub of Prescriptives in my makeup drawer - just in case.

Oh, and even if I did happen to shed a tear, my eyes would still look perfect.

Sorry Prescriptives, this new guy is waterproof.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Whatcha tryin' to do to my heart?

When I think back to the dawn of music television I of course think of The Buggles.
Yes, yes, yes - we all know that Video Killed the Radio Star was the very first video played on my MTV.

Ummm, Sting,can I call you back?

I miss music on MTV. I miss videos. I did what The Police told me to do; I called my cable company and said I WANT MY MTV!

Burned out, bright light white, old school storytelling music television. How I yearn for the days where I could see Chrissie Hynde dressed as a waitress singing to the other Pretenders about how special she was, hear the Rapture as told by Blondie, or see the hilarity of Blotto’s I Wanna be a Lifeguard.

Come on, I was ten years old, that Blotto video was pretty funny.

Before Madonna, before Cyndi Lauper, before Nena watched her 99 luftballons go by there was another video star on my television. She was tiny yet tough, rocked tons of black eyeliner and shiny lips, could actually sing, and was super sexy.

She also had the second video MTV played on August 1st, 1981.

You Better Run by Pat Benatar made quite an impression on me.

The snap at the beginning, the attitude, and good God, those shiny tight leather pants – I of course wanted to be her.



But alas, even at ten, I was unable to wear a shirt with a low cut back without a bra like Pat did.

I remember watching that video for the millionth time – it was in heavy rotation since MTV didn’t really have a lot to choose from – with my Uncle Bob and Uncle Tom who were visiting from upstate NY. They were both commenting like crazy on things other than Ms. Benatar’s singing ability.

My grandparents were out in the car, they had been honking the horn, ready to pull out of the driveway – but my uncles could not be torn away from Pat Benatar’s inescapable power. They were mesmerized, fixated, as she threw her head back and ran her hands through her short brown hair while hitting the high notes.

Bob and Tom continually yelled, “JUST A MINUTE” to the yells and horn honks from their parents outside I watched them – eyes fixated and heads bobbing up and down in sync to the catchy guitar lick.

This is awesome, I thought.

A hot chick, singing a hot song. My uncles, who I thought were super cool liked it, and I liked it too. My Uncle Bob had already introduced me to The Stones, we had gone over every inch of every album of theirs together, from Let It Bleed to Some Girls to Tattoo You. And now we were all getting into this music video - I mean - I can’t explain it - but I remember the feeling - and it all felt very cool and grown up. I stood up next to them and began bobbing my head along with them to the guitar riff, trying to do it in time - like they were doing.

The door flew open, it was my grandfather who I rarely saw get angry or raise his voice.

“BOBBY, TOM, COME ON. Say goodbye to Lori and LET’S GO.”

They stayed just one more minute until the song ended, and threw their arms in the air, shouted WHOOOOO and dramatically clapped when it was over. I giggled and looked up to them as they hugged and kissed me goodbye. Then they high fived me - they had never done that before.

When they left I went upstairs and got out my pink and turquoise Goody brand hairbrush and began singing into it. I stood in front of my white mirror and pointed, pranced, and ran my fingers through my hair (and brushed it a little, with the Goody brush right there and all) as I sang my ten year old brains out.

“YOU BETTER RUN!
YOU BETTER HIDE!
YOU BETTER LEAVE!
FROM MY SIGHT…Yeeeeeaaah.”

Whenever I hear Pat Benatar today I think of my uncles. I doubt they remember that moment together - but I sure do. And I don’t care what anybody says, You Better Run kicks Love is a Battlefield’s ass.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I want candy.

When I was little we had a small crystal glass candy bowl that was kept in our living room. This candy bowl continued to both thrill and torment me throughout my adolescence.

My mom would keep it filled to the rim with Brach’s pick-a-mix candies, including Milk-Maid Royals (yum), Neapolitan Coconuts (ick) Jelly Nougats (meh) and the grand pappy of them all, Brach’s Caramels (SWOON.)

I would sneak the caramels out of the bowl, opening the cellophane wrapped chewy squares as quietly as I could - which is not an easy task. Then I would savor each one, chewing until my jaw was sore. When my mom would pass through the living room and look at me suspiciously I would halt my chewing for the moment, letting the sweet saliva pool up in the corners of my mouth until she would finally leave. I would gasp for air and silently curse her for ruining that last delicious bite.

What followed sneaking the caramels was a sophisticated, covert cover up operation. I was like a master sculptor, arranging the yucky jelly nougats and Neapolitans in such a way that it appeared as if the candy bowl was still full. If I could have majored in this skill in college and turned it into a career, I totally would have.

When Mom would ask me if I had gotten into the candy bowl I would of course lie and say no. When she would ask me where the caramels had gone I would blame my brother, who was like three at the time, could never reach the bowl and would choke on a chewy caramel. She grew suspicious.

See, I never understood the purpose of the living-room-candy-bowl. What was the purpose of the candy if you weren’t allowed to eat the candy???

Easter Sunday was the one day of the year where all bets were off and I was allowed to eat candy from sun up to sun down without getting the stink eye from Mom.

6:30 a.m? Found my basket! Candy.
Noon? Lunchtime! Candy.
10:30 p.m. in my bed? One last piece of candy.

Thank you Easter Bunny.

Today, I am attempting to fulfill my craving for sweets in a new way.

Candy perfume by Prada is sweet and delicious. It is sweet, warm, spicy, and has notes of vanilla, musk and - you guessed it - CARAMEL.

Candy is a nice change for me compared to some of my super-sweet sugar fragrances that I love to wear like Pink Sugar, Lavanila, or Laura Mercier Crème Brulee. Prada’s fragrance is a little more of a sophisticated, grown up candy. Less sticky sweet – you don’t have to worry about getting a cavity with this one.

And can we talk cute packaging? The fun, vibrant, yummy hot pink and orange bottle along with the name are what drew me to try it.

So have yourself some candy this weekend.

Spritz it on in the morning as you have your Cadbury Crème Egg for breakfast with your Peeps.

Bonus points if you wear an Easter bonnet. Or bunny ears.

Me on the right, wary of the granny-Easter-chick outside of
The House of Linens at the mall.