Second Chances for Mascara

Out of the mascaras I’ve tried so far, there were a handful that didn’t make the cut.  I won’t even use them in the rotation until they’re gone, let alone buy them.  Before I throw them away, a drastic step when they came from a $50 sample pack, I wanted to give them a second chance.  I suffered through half the week with raccoon eyes, all to give them a fair shake.  And to give you some truly horrendous pictures.  Enjoy!

Urban Decay Perversion $22

My original review is HERE and the second time around yielded very similar results.  Notice the chic black eye look on the left.  Yeah, no.  Not happening.  This picture was taken at 12:44PM – that’s 6 hours of wear.  I have no idea when it started to look like I had gone swimming, as I was in meetings all morning.  Imagine getting out of meeting with people to find you look like THIS.  It’s like finding your fly unzipped hours after you went to the bathroom.  Not good.  Needless to say, this mascara is now in the trash.

Urban Decay Perversion


Josie Maran Argan Oil Mascara $22

I briefly mentioned the raccoon eyes from this one in my first review, but I thought that the benefits outweighed the melting effects.  It’s really dark, pigmented black.  A softer formula.  Natural!  But, upon wearing it a few more times I moved it to the discard pile.  I liked the idea of this more than the actual product.  This picture was taken at 4pm, so it did last longer than the other two.


YSL Mascara Volume Effect Faux Baby Doll $30

I thought this one was more of a winner.  Maybe I was just super disoriented from the dentist that day.  I don’t even remember what made me take it out of rotation.  Given the lack of jarring memories, it definitely deserved a second chance.  I didn’t want to hold a grudge.  Turns out, raccoon eyes strike again!  Picture taken at 11:20AM, 5 hours after application.


God the lighting in the bathroom at work is AWFUL – I won’t do this to you again.

That’s that.  I don’t give third chances.  Unless they’re in next year’s LashStash.

Also – I swear I don’t look like this when I leave the house in the morning!!



Christmas Tree Miscommunication

Last year the bf and I were celebrating the first Christmas in our apartment. We decided not to get a tree because we would be traveling over the actual holiday, and had a lot of family events leading up to it. I had the great idea of buying all of the tree trimmings after Christmas when they were all on sale, so that we could put up a tree this year. Setting the scene, this conversation had been going on for months. We’re all excited to get all our ornaments.

I think it was just before we went to NY for the holiday that I was making a list of everything we needed: ornaments, lights, tree skirt, tree topper, tree stand…when the bf stops me. “They come with a stand.” Duh. Wait, what the hell is he talking about??? No, they don’t – what are you talking about. After a few minutes of TOTALLY confusing conversation, we realize that all along he was talking about a fake tree and I was talking about a real tree. Never in my wildest dreams would it cross my mind that he wanted a fake tree.

I get the pros. They’re cleaner – no pine needles to clean up. Financially, they make sense – you spend $100 one year and it lasts you for quite a few years. Real trees costs upwards of $100 per year. They are an expensive disposable decoration.

But it’s just not the same!

How to explain that when faced with so much reasonable logic?!?! I still don’t know. I just persisted. There’s a local flower market near my apartment that sells Christmas trees and partners with a guy who delivers them on a bicycle (you can pay extra for him to wear a santa suit!). So, I bought the stand, found the tree, and got it delivered all on my own…with the bf’s tacit approval.

I think my excitement is winning him over. Plus, he found some sweet lights that have 8 different settings, so there’s that. He even helped decorate it and made construction paper rings for all the windows!!!


Yeah, it’s pretty lopsided. It was slim pickings for the only tree place in the city, and I didn’t want to spend more than $50 on the tree. How freakin fabulous is that tree topper though? The whole living room is covered in sparkles.