By the middle of September, we’re all back in the swing of things. Girl1 feels like she’s never been away from school, Girl2 is no longer concerned about getting lost. Spurs Fan is well into the anxiety mode in which he operates during the school year.
The activities are back in full swing- Gaelic football, soccer, Irish dancing, ballet, netball and goodness knows what else. In the middle of the Saturday morning runaround, something else happens. A little something that sustains the rest of it.
The visit to the discount supermarket. There’s always something new to try, something random but suddenly vital, and a sticky Saturday treat.
Now, I’m not saying that a trip to Lidl is the highlight of my week (well, not every week), but the jam donuts are worth the trip…
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.