Thursday, October 22, 2009

Catch Heather Graham If You Can
+ Origins Multi-Grain Makeup Review


I've always been a fan of Heather Graham. But my eternal adoration of Graham has become a moral issue as well. Yes, one of Hollywood's ditziest, blondest and cutest actresses has been kind of on the DL in recent years, but she hasn't lost any of her charms. If you didn't catch this yesterday, Heather Graham's bad, beautiful self has resurfaced in a hi-larious commercial supporting, you guessed it, healthcare. She is looking out for us ladies (and gentleman)!

If you enjoy this commercial, you may also like 'Cake,' one of the awesomest movies ever. It's about an editor who discovers love and happiness while working for a bridal magazine.

Also On My List of Very Good Things: Origins Multi-Grain Makeup

Are you on this boat already, divas? Because you should be.

In a moment of utter fatigue, I hurled myself at the Origins makeup counter and let the knowledgeable people there fix my beleaguered-as-heck face. And I now use Origins multi-grain powder makeup almost every day.

The Down-Low: It provides medium-to-light coverage and feels smooth on the skin. Because I purchased the powder form, the Origins lady even gave me a free, high quality makeup brush. (FTC note: I paid for this product.)

Unlike other mineral makeup lines, which sometimes do irritate skin and even cause breakouts, this makeup contains soothing ingredients like oatmeal and rice flour. My skin, as I have mentioned many times, is sensitive. The Origins Multi-Grain makeup also feels light against my skin. It's almost not like wearing anything all. And better yet, it's paraben-free.

Origins says 78% saw an improvement in their skin from using this product. Count me in for that statistic.

Grade: A

But now that I've gotten all that off my chest, what products are making you rapturous? Talk to me!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Video of the Day: Camera Obscura Sings "French Navy"

Extremely cute song.

If you're a young reader, you can close your eyes to ignore the snogging part. Wouldn't want to scar ya...

And if you would like to see it again, here's the dancing wedding:

Jill and Kevin Heinz are groovy folks. I'd marry 'em.


Is It Normal to Have Dress Cravings?

Hold that thought! Expect product review soon!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Fruit? As If...

So I was looking all over the shelves in my refridgerator for cantaloupe. How could a l'il girl like me lose a big beige and green melon like that?

Lightning rod! Ah, yes. When I had reached the checkout at Whole Foods, I decided that given the choice between the latest issue of Vogue and a cantaloupe, I wanted Vogue.

Thanks economy.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Sugar, Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah, Honey, Honey

Well, I had initially planned to continue my honey experiment through the rest of the week. You'd keep on reading, right? It would be a ridiculous mini-drama.

But as much as I love being the center of attention, I just -- couldn't -- do -- it. All I could think of was that scene in The Parent Trap. Hayley Mills or one of those very innocent, cute girls (okay, thanks IMDB, it was really Joanna Barnes) wakes up in summer camp drizzled in honey, shrieking and terrified. My gut feeling about a honey mask was: Ew! Not again!

Verdict on the goo: a solid honey mask possibly improved overall tone and smoothness, but it was too hard to actually get off my face, thus causing further irritation. Also, there is the fact that the only living things I know who play with honey with their fingers are bears.

I am not a bear. Thank you my dears, but I am a lady.

Enough nonsense! Off for a wander with my parasol.

Monday, July 20, 2009

My Face Is as Sweet as Honey

But you already knew that.

Today, it is literally as sweet as honey though. In a moment of desperation, it seemed like a good idea. So now as I type this message to you, my face, nose and forehead are covered with a healthy dollop of honey, sticky as the La Brea tar pits and sweet as can be.

I have been reading that honey poultices can cure, uh, deadly staph infections and severe burns and wounds due to its powerful antimicrobial agents. Will it cure minor skin unevenness and, even, a few spots?

I don't know. Between the warm weather and my penchant for applying three inches of foundation within my life, my skin gets all verklempt (yiddish definition: overcome with emotion). Wearing this much foundation in the summer is like putting an anorak on a terrier in July. My skin is yelping. My natural tendency to consume more caffeine than solid food doesn't make the case any better -- and let's not even mention, air conditioning, stress, difficult siblings, standing in lines, the recession, the world. Under all this stress, the epidermis crieth out.

Feed me honey, it said today. So I have. What kind of honey though? Well, there are all types, but I had a bear-shaped bottle of Trader Joe's clover blossom honey.

3:02 pm: Let me wash this off now, and I'll tell you what happens....

3:07 pm: Well, that was WEIRD. My face seemed to eat half the honey. After leaving straight honey on la skin for about 20 minutes, when I went to wash it off, most of the honey had been absorbed. At least, that's what I think happened. I know I have a thing for desserts, but apparently my skin cells have a sweet tooth too.

There wasn't much honey to splash off my face. I used water first, but my face still felt sticky. So I washed my face two times with Body Time Unscented Cream cleanser, a total fave. Then, I dried it with a towel.

Overall, my skin looked redder than before, but that's a natural reaction to any antibacterial product. It also felt smoother. We'll see what it looks like in an hour or two.

Don't judge. Is this the strangest thing I've done lately? Well, yes.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Me and My Yves Saint Laurent Mask Are Doing Fine, Thank You

It's odd when an impulse purchase is spurred by your brother's disapproval for not spending enough money. But that's exactly what happened to me after my brother decided that leaving Macy's with a new pair of socks just would not cut it for the day.

While economizing is all the vogue, holding a flimsy shopping bag with the least expensive item in the store doesn't really provide much "retail therapy." (Has everyone forgotten this magnificent phrase and taken up a black Puritan's hat? Not I.) Within fifteen minutes of my brother's "you-can't-leave-with-just-socks" pep talk, the words Yves Saint Laurent appeared like a flash in the sky.

Soon I was reviewing my options at the YSL cosmetics counter with a gentlemanly, turtlenecked salesperson who inspected my skin and began recommending many fancy products. And that is how I ended up with a graceful blue tube of Yves Saint Laurent Pur Instant Pur mask with special Himalayan Blue Poppy water. The purifying mask has a light fragrance and the color of the goop matches the packaging of the box and the tube. At $37, it sure isn't for St. Ives, but anything French (poems, scarves, boys) makes me forget all reason.

As for the Himalayan blue poppy part (a little freaky, no?), I think Himalayan ingredients, like Kombucha drink, have become all the rage. Everyone's doing it. And my impression is this Himalayan blue poppy can thrive in 7 degree weather, whereas I need a wool sweater when it's 65 degrees out. Yes, my darling tube of blue YSL mask will probably outlast me and Frances McDormand on a bitter December night. Maybe we shall plant the tube on an arid mountaintop with bitter soil (the preferred environment of this strain of poppy) after it is finished perfecting my skin.

Not much other news to relate. Gotta dash to an island pronto!