Lipstick in crayon format.
Like a twistable.
Worthy of investigation, surely?
If this was a television event I’d be marketing it to you as ‘LIVE’ because I’ve started to write the post without opening the product. You’re going to be getting reactions as they happen. Go on, at least pretend to be excited.
First off, how could anybody not like a product called ‘chubby sticks’? Being a stick insect is not required. It references cute, cuddly, non threatening. Accessible to all. Humour. It’s a crayon- fun, bright colours, easy to use. Make up for real people.
Those who know say it’s a sort of mixture between a lipstick and a non sticky gloss. Marian raves about it. Her enthusiasm is infectious, so I was delighted to get a gift of, not one, but two chubby sticks and a rather cool wee pencil case for them to live in.
Clinique call these “moisturising lip colour balm”, and in truth, that’s what they feel like. Gentle, with colour. Soft. I’ve got neutral type colours that look like they will be easy to wear everyday. I don’t often need ‘statement’ type make up.
People, I’ve realised why I don’t do make up posts. A close up of an unmade up face, with only a neutral coloured moisturising lip colour balm to hide behind… eek!
That feels so much more exposing than any amount of rambling about brain fog, gabbling about grieving or venting about volunteering.
Laugh long and loud. Enjoy. You may never get this chance again!
What mystery? Please, speccy, introduce some mystery.
Save us from the minutiae of your life. We have enough of our own to be getting on with. Spare us the angst. Rediscover some boundaries.
But not until you show us the mad sparkly specs …
My mind is still boggled. But my purse is empty, so I’m stuck with them.
I’ve had my hair cut.
I’m losing weight.
My ‘to do’ list is getting done eventually.
I’m feeling positive and up for change.
So I ordered new glasses.
I may have got carried away.
I may return to wearing my contact lenses every day.
They’re not a bit like anything I’ve ever worn. I tried on glasses that reminded me of my 1976 originals, or the 80s hugeness. There were pairs, sensible, practical pairs, a bit like the ones I already have.
I didn’t go for anything obvious or predictable. I probably bought the most expensive pair in the shop. (I like to think that I’m blessed with good taste and so will never be rich. The reality is that I’m just daft, and bad at shopping.)
I’m really not so sure, in the cold light of the morning.
When I told the girls I’d bought multicoloured specs with sparkles, they nodded “Yeah, right.” They think I’m teasing them. We’re all going to be shocked when I turn up wearing something very, very, like these…
Of course, I’m now wondering if I should change my profile pic to this one