It’s nearly 12 p.m. and I have yet to move from my bed. I’ve been in this vegetative state, but I’m not to be blamed—this book is.
I debated staying in bed for another half and hour to finish the last chapters, but given that (a) I haven’t yet had my obligatory morning dose of caffeine, and (b) a girl simply cannot live so barbarically for more than a few hours without feeling like a cavewoman, I needed to drag my derriere out from tangled sheets. This is 2012, my friends, and while I’m not high-maintenance, I’m not a real person until I’ve at least properly washed and moisturized my face. The lucky ones who’ve been given the honor of seeing me in such a pre-human state either love me, or love me. Bless their hearts.
Because Starbucks is a-calling—it seems a good enough reason to make myself vaguely civilized for a quick run. I’ll even muss my hair so this real bedhead seems like the model-off-duty faux bedhead. My favorite baristas are especially nice to me, so it only makes sense I return the favor by putting in a little more effort: heck, I’ll even pinken my cheeks a bit. Did you just think I hinted at a quick tumble in the sack for that glow? Don’t get your panties in a twist, ladies—I’m not that salacious, and even if I was, I never kiss and tell. But you were on the right track.
No orgasms involved, per se, but a healthy dose of sin still comes in to play.
For a while I’ve been eyeing “Sin,” waffling only because I’m not too dedicated adventurous when it comes to my makeup, and also because I’ve been using “Madly” religiously for four years now. It wasn’t until I pestered Nicole (in a nutshell: she’s basically my boss/beautyguru/person-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up) for recommendations—and “Sin” was one of her top blushes—when I caved. You listen when the beauty girl speaks, ya hear?
In any case, “Sin” is a pretty berry that reads like a mauved rose on my complexion. It does the whole bronze/color/sculpt/glow she-bang, kind of working as an all-in-one whether I’m pale or bronzed up. A quick sweep and blending action on the cheekbones and I’m out the door for that soy toffeenut latte.
Do take a moment to admire how pretty it is.
What I love most about it is that it’s natural. My one boy friend (do note the space and italics) who repeatedly insists he likes my face better sans makeup, couldn’t help but compliment this new flush. I believe the phrase “looks like somebody had a good time…” was said followed by a wink. Not that approval is everything, but if you’re out to buy a blush called “Sin” …
I’m just the girl who observes and tells.
. . .
x
I bought my first NARS blush in Orgasm a year ago, I wear it every day and love it! I still have not found the bottom of the blush yet so it is well worth the price.
I wanted to love Orgasm (if just for the name, in all honesty), but it’s far too shimmery for my liking. Love it for a night out or for photography though, it catches the light beautifully.
Lush Nectarine sparked a love affair with Laura Mercier’s Second Skin Cheek Colours that has yet to fade. Though I’ve been much better about restraining myself in recent months, it’s hard to resist the impeccable texture, pigmentation and subtle shimmer of Laura Mercier’s blushers. As I mentioned in my original review Lush Nectarine is everything I’d hoped NARS Orgasm would be and more. It’s a perfect rich peach shade that imparts a lovely subtle glow.