What a lovely idea. There's a company called Nude Barre (online, with some b & m retailers) offering tights, fishnets, and sundry other products, in sixteen flavors of "nude." They'll also send you a full swatch, or whichever individual swatches you choose, for a nominal fee.
As I survey this derelict blog, the thought occurs...I could have been a contender, if I weren't, ah, a bum.
Been meaning to try the above deodorant. It purports to reduce both yellow deo marks on white clothing, and white deo marks on black. Ludicrously difficult to acquire here, but it is on my wishlist. There are men's versions as well, of the stick, roll-on, and spray.
Nars And God Created the Woman palette: Alhambra II, Bellissima II, Kalahari I, Galapagos, Coconut Grove, Night Clubbing
Much as I dislike palettes...with the nagging sensation of shades you don't want, or shades you already own...this pulled me in. I'd intended to try their eyeshadow base, they tossed in a brush, and some of the shadows, such as Galapagos and Kalahari, had been languishing on my wishlist.
Been fiddling around with Galapagos as a crease shade, playing with Alhambra and Kalahari as lid shades/washes...hmmm...pretty good, though the sole temptation for full size thus far is Bellissima II. It is the most angelic taupe, and I don't gravitate generally towards taupe. The pans are kinda doll-sized, you can just dip your brush in, but it is reasonably priced considering all you get to sample. I haven't tried the two darker shades—from sheer sloth, since I'd have to dig out a push brush and use them as liners, or else engineer them into crease shades (which does work on me with fairly dark eyeshadows, if I blend with a finger instead of a brush).
The primer is full-bottle-worthy imo. Yes, I can recall when you didn't really "need" primer, but you do now, or at least I do. Application is impressively quick and easy with the wand applicator, and you can always blend it out with your finger if you've glopped it.
The brush has already been claimed by my daughter, but it did seem nicely substantial and I'll probably borrow it at some time to review it. I've been soldiering along with my Sonia Kashuk large eyeshadow brush, which has yet to shed a hair (knock wood) after eight and a half years or so of use.
My daughter likes to, ah, "borrow" my shirts, which tends to leave me a tad bereft of same. Naturally, this coincides with the arrival of the J.Crew catalog. (I would carp there's no coupon inside, but the 'Crew have been pretty good about mark-downs.)
For ages, I've been a sucker for boatneck tees. They were once (what am I saying? up until recently) incredibly difficult to find. I recall a navy-blue and white striped version I owned at about age fourteen; I clung to it, unable to replace it. Now, boatneck ubiquitousness...is everywhere!
Haven't worn these shoes in about a year. Felt a bit ethereal on my feet, and not only because they are amongst the few bona fide heels I own. They reminded me suddenly of vintage pumps I'd worn at age fourteen or fifteen. Vintage was so easy to find, in 1970's-1980's Virginia—I'm not even sure we called it vintage?
This is the Perfect shirt in two-color gingham, Thomas Mason fabric shirt ("Light Jade"). Mmm...I bought it on sale. Would I have paid fp? nah, probably not. Yet it is blue-green gingham gorgeousness. For all the copy about it being more fitted than the regular Perfect shirts, I do not find it so. In fact it seems a bit bigger than my regular Perfect shirt size (not enough so's I'd have to size down).
Top: UC Berkeley (my boss did the design!)
Shirt: United States Army (a gift from my math tutor back home)
Jeans: Paige Premium Denim (yeah, they're kind of baggy)
Sneakers: Kenneth Cole Reaction
Nearly warm enough to go sans the outer shirt—astonishing, as I seem to recall cowering within a Heattech turtleneck last weekend. This is my urban hill-climbing outfit; a variant includes a truly vintage Gap jean jacket, complete with an enamelled American flag pin, and buttons (I suppose they're called "badges" now?) of The Clash, Badtz-Maru, and a "couch tomato" (like a couch potato, but female).
Tal Bachman, "She's So High" (1999)
* I'd always thought it was Minnie Driver in this video, and that Tal Bachman was English. Idle googling reveals it's Yvonne Sciò, and Bachman is not only Canadian, but the son of Randy Bachman of Bachman-Turner Overdrive fame. (Taking care of business...dee dee dee)