Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Top Ten Beauty Products: DAY FOUR

4. Clarisonic MIA

OK so it's $149.00. NO, DON'T LEAVE!! Let me speak - er - write first.

Bad news first:
a) the price, b) you must replace the brush every 3 months, which is an extra $25.00


a) It removes over six times the grime and makeup washed off by your hands or a washcloth alone.

b) It cleanses pores (and reduces their visible size) so well that your cleanser's effectiveness will be maximized to its intended potential. 
(True story: The use of a particular natural cleanser along with the MIA worked wonders for me skin which it had not done when I used a cloth).

c) It gently sloughs off dead skin, giving your face a radiant glow.

d) Specifically to acne-sufferers: Throw away the prescription drugs -- you're in for the ride of your life. I guarantee this product will clear up your acne. Why? Oh, there are many technial reasons which a dermatologist could give you, I'm sure. But my personal experience is simply that all the acne products I used were not getting into my pores because my pores were clogged. MIA unclogged them and got the cleanser where it needs to be. 

A word of warning: I got the MIA as a Christmas gift and felt immediate results -- but I had to use it for over five months before I saw results. (That makes sense, as the dermatologists usually have you try a product for six months before dubbing it a failure). My skin is clearer than ever and is boosting my confidence to new heights!!!

I really recommend you either save your pennies or write to Santa about this one, because it's worth it. Come on, you know you want to click...

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Top Ten Beauty Products: DAY 3

I know, I know, this should be like... day seven or something. I have a good excuse; my sister's wedding was on Saturday! HA! No complaining from YOU. ;-)

Have fun with this one...

3. Makeup Forever HD Invisible Cover Foundation

A few days after I bought this foundation, I was raving about it to a good friend of mine. She didn't seem impressed by my 5 star review, and I was wondering why until she said; "Hm. I wonder how long it will be until you return this one." 

She wasn't being grumpy, she was talking as someone who knows me well. I have a tendency to buy a beauty product, love it for a week, then, when I start to recognize its flaws, I fly to Sephora to exchange it for something bigger and better. 

I've been wearing this stuff for about 7 weeks. 'Nuff said?

It comes in 26 shades, with varying undertones (pink, yellow, and olive) so each can find their appropriate match. This is the first time I have ever found a liquid foundation which matches my skin tone so well. My shade is ultra-pale, but with pink undertones: it doesn't wash me out or turn me orange like most foundations do. 

It doesn't come off easily to the touch (but it comes off well when you wash your face; it's non-comedogenic.

It's buildable and can also be concentrated in areas to be used as a concealer

It has a smooth, whipped texture and does not look cakey and artificial.

If I were to name my two favorite things about this product it would be the maximum coverage with minimum buildage, and the plethora of color choices.

$40.00 per bottle which lasts for a few months. 

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Top Ten Beauty Products: DAY TWO


I swear I don't work for Mary Kay -- they just have some great stuff. But I won't write a novel about this one.
Just for kicks, I will compare the MK mineral foundation with the ultra-popular Bare Minerals foundation.

MK: The texture is like that instant cake mix you buy in a box: velvety smooth, and good enough to eat. (Just please don't consume this stuff. Stick to Betty Crocker in that area...)

BM: Do you like orange cake? 'Cause that's what this mix will make. Yea, it's smooth. Yea, it comes in twice the color choices as MK -- but I doubt any of those choices will match your skin tone. (My favorites are Sunset, Florida's Naturals, and Candy Corn). Get the hint?

MK: Offers weary skin a soothing respite from harsh, drying powders.

BM: Feels really good on your skin -- for the first thirty minutes. After that, keep your face away from everything besides oxygen, because the powder turns into a sort of goo which will come off at the slightest nudge. If your skin is itch-resistant and you manage to leave well enough alone, then have no fear! the foundation will still find a way to irritate you... in the manner of congealing. Yes, congealing. After about five hours of wear you will start resembling a giraffe: you'll have splotches of orange all over your face.

MK: Removes shine for hours.

BM: My face looked like an oil lamp about twenty minutes after I applied the stuff. If I applied more, it would congeal even worse than before.

MK: $18.00

BM: $25.00 - 28.00

You decide.

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Monday, May 16, 2011

The Top Ten Beauty Products EVER!...

... at least in my opinion. :-)

It's your wish come true. These are not reviews by biast magazines or billionaires who have cash to burn. They're all by coldly critical little me. 

I've tried everything out there. I've nixed some of the most popular and given the 'thumbs up' to the little known. 

Hey, why not check out an average citizen's point of view? Get past all the hype and find something you will really love!

There'll be something new each day for the nest 10, so keep coming  back! :-)


This is number one. Why? 'Cause it changed the way I looked at all mascaras forever after. I used to think that all mascaras, ranging anywhere from the $3.50 Wal-mart goop to the $128.00 designer kind would be crunchy, crumbly, and barely there -- especially Mary Kay. I mean, it's direct sales -- that can't be GOOD, can it?!

Boy, was I wrong.

A word or two about the lady who sold it to me (not at all your MK stereotype: she was nice, not pushy, funny, and understanding. No wonder I, the Skeptic, bought mascara from her.)

I've been wearing the Ultimate Mascara for about 2 years now. During the first year, every so often, I would think "Hmmm... maybe I'm just settling for this mascara. It can't be that good, can it?" So I would try the best sellers at the drugstore or the forty-some dollar Dior one which showed up in my favorite fashion magazine. Guess what? They all went back. None could compare. I haven't gotten bored of MK in a long time. I imaging it'll stay that way.

Now I'm rambling. 

Bottom line: Your lashes will look longer, fuller, and will not, under any circumstances, be crunchy and crumbly. It lasts for about 3 months with daily application. (You shouldn't keep a mascara for longer than 3 months anyway).

Oh -- did I mention it's only $15.00? Go ahead, smile. (And order it HERE!)

Saturday, May 14, 2011

A "Final" Celebration

Congratulate me -- I just finished the Finals Week From Hell and am now officially a senior!!! In celebration, I am posting a little piece which I wrote during finals week last year. It is based on real events. Enjoy! :-)

  My college roommate Agnes and I were hitting up the dollar store for cheap sweets to get us through finals.  We glided rapturously through the aisles, flinging candy into our cart with reckless abandon.  Our dollar limit was reached in short order, and we laboriously propelled our laden cart into a checkout line.  Suddenly, a familiar figure materialized in my peripheral vision. 
              “Well, hello there, girls.”  A serene voice floated in our direction.  Agnes and I simultaneously turned.  Standing beside a display of wild-eyed Spongebob Squarepants PEZ dispensers was Dr. Smith, our placid, bespectacled history professor.

Freeze frame. 

Meeting teachers outside the classroom is always awkward at best.  Is Dr. Smith wondering why I’m not at the History Club meeting?  Has Fr. Brown noticed the M&Ms in my shopping cart, and does he remember that I missed his last talk on Lenten discipline?  Does Professor Marcella know that I rocked the residence hall with my imitation of her?  Encounters like these can make a student feel like a fly in a spider's web.  And when one attends a small Catholic college, like I do, she is fated to experience the above-said horror roughly ten times more often than a college student at a Large Metropolitan Campus.  Numerous such meetings have been burned into my memory, and I’m now sharing one as a therapeutic exercise recommended by my trauma counselor.

              Resume video. 
“Why, Dr. Smith!”  I bubbled, “Imagine seeing you here!”
“Yes,” quavered Agnes.  “Imagine!”
Agnes and I glanced anxiously at the cashier, who had inexplicably switched into snail-tortoise hybrid mode.  At this rate, it would take her forty minutes to check out the three customers in front of us. 
“I’m here to pick up some candy,” Dr. Smith remarked. 
I smiled, amused that we were there for the same reason.  Dr. Smith smiled back.  The three of us smiled.  I coughed.
              “It’s my daughter’s birthday today,” continued Dr. Smith.  
              “Oh?” I murmured, suddenly reminded of my younger sister back home.  "How old is your daughter?”  I asked, my awkwardness dissipating.
              “She’s nine years old,” he said, beaming.  One would have thought he had just determined the date of an antediluvian relic.
Dr. Smith reached for his wallet and pulled out a family photo.  “Here she is!” he exclaimed proudly, pointing to a sweet-faced little girl.  “My Gracie!”   
              In the fifteen minutes that ensued, Dr. Smith and I compared notes and swapped cute stories about our favorite nine-year-olds: his daughter Gracie and my sister Helen.  Meanwhile, Agnes, a sister-less girl with six brothers, busied herself at the checkout by making Latin translations of tabloid gossip.  “Bradlius deserit! Angelina lacrimat!”
              Soon after, Agnes and I waved goodbye to Dr. Smith, and walked out of the store.
              "Well, that was surprising," I said thoughtfully.
              "Yeah!"  Agnes exclaimed, ogling our toteful of treats.  "I didn't think the dollar store would have such a great selection of candy!" 
              "No, I didn't mean the store, you foodie!  I meant our run-in with Dr. Dust, Dr. Smith.  I've never seen him so animated."

“Me neither.  But what really surprised me was that you didn’t seem stressed at all,” said Agnes. “Not like the time that you saw Professor Basmati at the grocery store and had to hide behind the doughnut rack because you weren’t wearing Dress Code,” she added, filching a Kit Kat.

            “Ugh, don’t remind me!  But, you know, you’re right.  I wasn’t stressed.  Listening to Dr. Smith talk about his daughter, I guess I forgot to feel awkward.  I suppose that’s because, instead of worrying about the impression I was making, I was concentrating on someone else.”
            We made our way silently to the car.  I turned the key in the ignition, and heard the engine roar happily to life.  ‘Hmm’, I mused, ‘Concentrating on others and not worrying about what people think of me.  I’m going to do that more often.’

And at my small Catholic college, there are plenty of opportunities to put that into practice!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

A Royal Pain... NOT.

I liked the royal wedding, so there. Read the most amazing blogger entry about it HERE!