Sunday, February 28, 2010

See you on Friday!

Hello my Dear Nail Art Lovers.
Tomorrow morning we are leaving for the San Francisco trip - gosh i am so super excited, this is going to be my first time in California. We going to spend where 4 romantic days full of all kind of exciting plans. So as of right now - bags are packed and nails are done.
I am going to post today nail that i have done for the trip, i hope that glitter top coat will help it last for 4 days, and neutral colors will not annoy me.




And here is a picture of my Wonderful and beautiful Kot Marshal - i guess your are so surprised on how big is he now :) He is wonderful, amazing, very loving Kot (Kot means cat in russian, but htis is how we call him around here) and i am goign to miss him so much. My friend is going to coame take care of the kot and dogs 2 times a day while we are gone, so special thanks to her :)
I hoped i can use this cool picture of Marshal as an excuse for not posting much lately.
When my Dad saw this picture he said that it must be called somehting like - "Mmmm... Those owners were delicious..." :D

Also please check out my post that i made earlier this year, with the manicure that i called San Francisco Nails :) I guess i was just inspired by the dream of cisitng Sanfran, and i am so happy that my dream is cumming true.
SAN FRAN NAILS POST

MWCILTRMND MONDAY!


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Today's beef comes courtesy of Sarah, who suggested the very spankable Welsh/Australian actor - Andy Whitfield...


Andy is currently starring on US TV series "Spartacus: Blood and Sand" which as the name suggests - is quite the pile of poo. But just turn down the sound, ignore Lucy Lawless's impossibly fake looking red hair and gawp at the oiled gladiator bods on show :D

Oh my, what a big sword you have...


The new Rugby team uniforms were comfortable and practical. Not to mention crowd-pleasers...




The "That's not a knife - THIS is a knife" joke did not go down well with the Roman crowd


"This first meeting of the Gladiator's guild will come to order. First item of the day - whose cat is using the pit as a litter box?"


"What 'chu talkin' bout, Dickus?"


"What do you mean Romans don't wear shirts? I just saw one! I'm starting to think this is a conspiracy..."


You may take my clothes, but you'll never take my...loincloth!





And as a bonus - here's some action...



Saturday, February 27, 2010

Umm...

I don't know what's more disturbing - the Russian Ken doll hair, the singing, the suit, the complete lack of lyrics, the almost complete absence of eyebrows, the silly walk, the gurning - the list goes on.
What I do know is that it's hysterical and disturbing = hysturbing


Weekend Funnies

It's that time of the week again!

This is what you get for fart-arsing around in zero-grav...(language warning)





Unfortunately I've had some meetings like this -



But then again, sometimes a little editing can be a good thing -

Friday, February 26, 2010

Max Factor - Pink Flame

Just a quickie, as it's been a craaaaazy week with some really, really big life-changing surprises (if you follow my twitter you'd know all about it. Everyone else - I'll tell you about it later).

Tonight I have the other pink Fashion Addict sent me to try - Pink Flame.


This is so bright it's almost a neon. Almost.


I think I like Disco Pink better than this. Not only for the colour, but it had a better formula. This is 3 coats and you can still see the nail line a little bit. For some reason the consistency was runnier and I had problems controlling the application (as you can see by the pooling round the cuticles - sorry!).


As you can see, it's still quite bright even in low light. It's a good standard pink, but for my money, I'd go Disco :)

Check you all later!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Just flower

Here is the manicure i did today.
I think it looks pretty, but with short nails i am so limited.
I am so excited, because next week we are going to San Francisco for 4 days with my husband.
That seems like we are going to have a lot of fun where.
By the way if anybody of my readers are from SF, can you please give me some info about the weather and what kind of outwear will be appropriate? Any tips are so welcome, and enjoy the manicure.



Here is right hand

Nubar Lemon Sorbet

I have found the perfect yellow for me!
Finally I have something that suits my skin tone.
Unfortunately, this means nothing if you have the application skills of an ape off it's tits on cough syrup.

I've put this on twice and done a less than sterling job twice. I don't know if it's just because it's an unusual colour that all mistakes look HUGE, but I give up. I can't fault the formula, so it must be me.

So here's what I want you to do. Look at the polish. Look at the polish. Don't look
around the polish - just look at the polish...



You need a good 3 coats to make this opaque, but when it is it's the perfect "fluffy chick" yellow.


Warm down-lights make it look more banana-y, but it's a true light yellow, like in the outdoor shots.

I've had so many compliments at work over this. It's a colour that you just don't find in the stores over here. I've been disappointing many by telling them it's not available in Oz.



I think I might use this as my Easter mani - it matches the fluffy chickens we're selling on the counter! Now if I can just get the application right...

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Area Rug Nails

I think this manicure reminds me of the red area rug :)
Anyway it was a really quick stamping , with a little bit of bling on it.
i hope you like it.
I recently broke to nails and had to cut it gain - i hate short nails, i am so ready for it to grow long back. I even seriousely considering to may be get a gel nails or something.
I think i screwed my real nail by putting acrylics on top ,now then acrylics is gone my nails are in the really bad shape, even that i wore acrylics for only 1,5 weeks.



In support of Russian Olympic Team

What a joy is the Olympics, i only wish i had more time right now to watch it.
I am so proud of Russian athletes, and for Americans as well.
Right now Russia is on 4th place of the overall medals count, with the total of 11 medals.
The red thing on my nails represents an Element from Russian Olympics uniform.



Belated MWCILTRMND-age

As I mentioned, I'm unable to do MWCILTRMND Monday this week.

But I would like to leave you with something that should slake your thirst. Recently there was an "Australia's Hottest Tradie" competition ("Tradie" is short for Tradesperson - meaning carpenters, construction workers, plumbers, etc). If you go HERE, you will see a 19 pic slideshow of Oz's finest - just waiting to landscape your backyard or unclog that septic tank.

HERE's the winner, btw...

Friday, February 19, 2010

Phalanges of Terror! Part 4

Well I finally finished the damn thing. Can't say I'm happy with it, but it's to the stage where if I sit on it any longer the rest of the story will never get told!



So for those of you who are new to "Phalanges", this is the lowdown.

I'm a screenwriter by trade and wanted to try my hand at prose after a good decade of writing in nothing but script-form. I decided to do a fun little piece of fluff (it's kind of turned into a Chick Lit./Nancy Drew thing) and post it on the blog to give me a bit of impetus to keep going. I know it's not perfect - it's not supposed to be.

This is first draft quality (ie. shithouse), and will probably never go any further to be honest! It's just me stretching the 'ol writing muscles...



If you are interested in reading (it's not mandatory!) I suggest you check out the previous chapters linked in the right hand margin before checking this chapter out. You won't get what's happening unless you do.



Again - I apologise for any formatting errors, etc. I'm just "cut and paste"-ing from a word doc.



BTW - there is a language warning, folks - my Lucy and her cohorts have a bit of a potty-mouth. Any probs with the Australian vernacular - hit me up in the comments.





And so, to our next thrilling installment of: (cue soap opera music)








“Phalanges of Terror: The Lucy Leighton Story”



Copyright Nixxy 2010 (And I do mean copyright - Writer's Guild member, so don't f*%k with me!)



*Although I've used some familiar names, the characters and their shenanigans have no relation to their namesake's real lives or personalities. So please don't get upset if a character named after you dates Spencer Pratt and dies of a rare form of ass cancer...



Blessed with the perfect pair of hands, young Lucy Leighton is plucked from obscurity and unemployment to be the spokes-model for LePurr Nail Polish.

Thrust suddenly to the dizzying heights of fame - can she survive in the cutthroat world of Australian hand-modelling?


Especially when it seems someone will literally kill for her job…





Part 4 – "Bebeh Steps"



“Holycrapholycrapholycrapholycrap” Lucy gasped, speed-walking up the path to Le Purr Industries headquarters. She was so incredibly late to meet with Rock and her makeover team it wasn’t funny.

She clutched Dinky to her chest as the little dog started to slide out of her grasp – eager to explore the shrubbery that lined the front entrance to the rather unassuming building. The girls had been surprised to find that Le Purr’s offices were situated in an uninspiring industrial area, rather than a shiny skyscraper.

Dinky make a more concerted effort to wiggle out of Lucy’s arms as they got closer to the front door. She groaned and tried to juggle the little Chihuahua and her handbag.

“Dink – Mummy’s in a real hurry right now. I promise you can run around later.”

“I told you you should have left her.” Brooke trotted beside Lucy in impossibly high platform heels – looking impossibly gorgeous as usual.

“She’s a pup – I can’t just leave her in an empty house for hours on end!”

“Fine, fine!” Brooke pouted, swinging her Chanel bag. “She’s your problem, then.”

“Actually, she’s yours.” Lucy shot back breathily – shouldering the front doors open. “You insisted on coming as my ‘assistant”. Assistants hold dogs and handbags while the boss does her stuff”

Brooke’s mouth dropped open to return fire, but Lucy just power-walked up to reception, where a paunchy middle-aged security man was eyeing them suspiciously.

“Hi!” she panted. “I’m Lucy Leighton - here to see Mr LePurr?”

The man – his badge declared him to be “Barry” - looked at his clipboard. “Lucy Leighton. Appointment for oh-nine hundred hours. It is now oh-nine-forty five” he drawled.

“Er – yeah. Sorry - I slept through my alarm clock.”

The man pursed his lips and stared at her.

Dinky growled and showed two rows of teeny-tiny teeth at him.

The man growled back.

“Uumm…could I see him now anyway?” Lucy interjected.

Barry’s attention snapped back to her.

“I’ll have to check.”

He turned and grabbed his phone, jabbed at a speed-dial button and waited - surveying Dinky with narrowed eyes.

Lucy and Brooke exchanged a look.

“Helen – it’s Barry. I have a ‘Lucy Leighton’, an unidentified female accomplice and an unidentified rodent downstairs…”

Brooke and Dinky made identical affronted noises.

“…Yes of course. Right away, then.” Barry hung up. “You’re to go up to the fifth floor A-SAP”, he barked – extracting a set of keys and inserting them into a lock next to the elevator.

The lift doors pinged open and the girls stepped in – Dinky growling so hard her body vibrated and her little legs pistoned back and forth.

“Quiet, you” Lucy warned her.

But Dinky made a desperate lunge out of Lucy’s arms and through the closing doors.

Lucy and Brooke’s last view of Dinky was as she attached herself to Barry’s scrotum.

***

Helen sighed as she saw off the last of the paramedics and turned to Lucy and Brooke.

“They say he’ll be fine once the shock has worn off” she smiled. “That and the Morphine.”

Lucy let out a shaky breath and squeezed Dinky to her chest. The last half an hour was indelibly printed in her mind. The screaming, the growling, the sheer unadulterated embarrassment. How the hell she was going to show her face in this building – let alone meet Rock Le Purr again - was beyond her.

Helen surveyed her sympathetically and took her arm, guiding her to the elevators. Brooke clomped after them – minus a platform shoe after using it to brain Barry when he tried to swat Dinky from his nether regions.

“Are you sure Rock wants to see me after all this?” Lucy queried in a small voice as the lift doors closed.

“Of course! The only thing stopping him from coming down to get you himself was the feeding.”

“Feeding?”

Helen gave a Mona Lisa smile “Oh, you’ll find out…” she said vaguely as the elevator pinged to a stop. The doors rolled open to reveal an elegantly understated waiting area with the Le Purr logo emblazoned along one wall.

Helen nodded towards two large doors at the end of the room, “Lucy, you go right in to see Mr LePurr. Brooke – let’s get you to wardrobe. Maybe we can find a pair of shoes that will fit.”

Brooke lit up like a fireworks display. “Really? You have a Wardrobe here?”

“We do all our photo shoots on-site. Mr LePurr likes us to be completely self-sufficient. It’s just off to the right…”

She pointed down a long, curving corridor and Brooke took off like a bat out of hell – stopping and hopping in place to remove her one remaining shoe before powering on.

Helen laughed, “She’ s keen!”

“Oh, you have no idea” Lucy moaned. “You’ll never get rid of her now.”

Helen chuckled and started to follow Brooke.

“I’m really sorry for all the trouble!” Lucy called.

Helen turned and shrugged – walking backwards, “It’s fine! Barry thinks he’s still in the military. It was only a matter of time before someone mangled his goolies.”

Lucy smiled weakly as the English woman gave a jaunty salute, then turned and broke into a jog to catch up with Brooke.

Lucy stood alone in plush air-conditioned silence.

The huge double–doors of Rock’s office beckoned.

She took a deep breath.

“Well Dink – here goes nothing…”

She knocked.

“Mr-er- Rock?”

There was no answer except for a distant cheeping noise. She knocked again.

No answer.

She opened the door hesitantly and stuck her head in.

“Helloooo?”

“Lucy?” came Rock’s accented voice from afar. “I will be with you momentarily – please come in.”

Dinky took the invitation and dived out of Lucy’s arms, pattering inside the room and jumping up onto a couch that had a circular doggie bed sitting on it.

“Dinky! Bad girl! Don’t make me put a leash on you!’ Lucy hissed – following and waggling a finger.

Dinky gave her a superior look and turned around three times before plunking down on the bed with a humph and closing her eyes.

Lucy rolled hers, then looked around.

The office was huge and opulent – obviously taking up half of the entire fifth storey. A large desk with a huge watercolour mural behind it dominated the room; with floor to ceiling tinted windows on each side letting in the spring sunlight.

The couch Dinky was sitting on took up a whole corner of the room and was covered in deep chocolate brown velvet. There wasn’t a stray dog hair on the whole thing. It seemed the bed was set out especially for Dinky.

Lucy perched carefully on the sofa next to her dog and waited. Those strange chirping noises were still coming intermittently from somewhere – she just couldn’t pinpoint exactly-

She was interrupted by the wall behind the mural opening up and Rock emerging – soaked head to toe and clad in a wetsuit. Or should that be half a wetsuit.

He’d peeled it off to the waist and was showing off a jaw-dropping six-pack of abs.

Lucy’s thought processes screeched to a halt.

Until Dinky gave a sharp yelp and leapt off the couch, making a beeline for Rock –

“Noooooooo!” Lucy screeched – making a wild dive for the demented dog. She missed by half a centimetre, and could only watch in horror as the pup bounded towards Rock – only to stop and dance at his feet.

“’ow is my lovely litterl munchkin today, hmm?” he cooed, bending over to pick up the tiny yipping pup.

“Interesting you should use the word “Munch” in that sentence” Lucy gasped – picking herself up off the floor and trying very hard not to stare at his chest.

“Ah, yes! I trust Barry is safely on ‘is way to the ‘ospital?”

“Um – yeah. I’m really sorry-“

Rock waved a dismissive Gallic hand “Barry was overzealous and due for a ‘oliday. I will send him somewhere nice for his trouble”.

“Uh-huh” Lucy managed – losing the battle with his hypnotic chest.

Rock looked down at himself and grimaced. “I am sorry to greet you like this. It was ze bebeh’s feeding and play time.”

“Whuh?”

Rock slid the huge secret door closed behind him and grabbed a towel from his office chair, patting his abs dry.

“Er…er…er…” Lucy burbled “You-er-you have a pool back there?”

“Of sorts - would you like to see?”

“It – er - doesn’t have sharks with frickin’ laser beams attached to their foreheads, does it?”

Rock laughed, “No! Not at all!” he held out a damp, sinewy hand. “Come – let me show you-“

***

“He has a pond full of fuckin’ baby OTTERS in his office???” Brooke screeched – half a false eyelash drooping precariously off one lid.

Lucy clapped a hand over Brooke’s mouth and ripped the offending lash off – looking around the deserted LePurr makeup room nervously.

“No shit! The guy keeps them in his office behind a secret door – it’s insaaane!” she hissed.

Brooke peeled Lucy’s hand off, “Did you touch them? Did you feed them? Were they holding hands?”

“No – they’re like little wet ferrets or something. But they make chirping noises like baby chickens!”

Brooke looked like she was having a hard time believing her, but quite frankly Lucy was having a harder time believing it herself.

She put her hands over her eyes, wishing she could erase the gaggle of otters gambolling all over a half-naked Rock Le Purr from her retinas.

“Brooke – what am I gonna do? I’m supposed to work with him and he’s batshit crazy! In a nice way - but still BATSHIT!”

Brooke sighed and put a hand on her hip.

“Okay - so the guy likes otters. He’s rich – he’s allowed to be eccentric. It’s hardly Howard Hughes territory…”

“You know about Howard Hughes?”

“Leo DiCaprio in “The Aviator”– duh!

“Oh, right. But…I mean – c’mon! Who has 50 baby otters in a pool in their office?”

“I betcha Michael Jackson had some.”

Not helping…”

“I bet they were Albino…”

“Brooke…”

“I bet they were all named after Fraggles…”

“BROOKE!”

Brooke huffed, strutting over to a bank of lit mirrors in her newly acquired blue peep-toe slingbacks. Lucy watched as she tried to attach another false eyelash.

“You’re making a mountain out of a mole-hill, Luce. Or an otter-pool. Just deal.”

Lucy opened her mouth to refute that little piece of wisdom, but was interrupted by Dinky pattering into the room – fully decked out in a gorgeous little angel costume.

“Awwww! Look at you, honey!”

She picked the dog up and tweaked her little white wings. Dinky wuffed and licked her face excitedly. She turned to the statuesque woman who followed Dinky and smiled gratefully.

“Thanks Inbal – she’s so cute!”

Le Purr’s head stylist laughed and waved it away “My pleasure – she’s an absolute darling”. She gave Lucy a hard look “Now, it’s your turn, Missy.”

Lucy winced. She was hoping Dinky would have been a longer distraction. “I don’t know what you can do with me, really. Can’t you just clean me up a bit and let Photoshop do the rest?”

Inbal advanced on her, appalled “I certainly cannot! You just signed the contract, right? ”

“Er…right.” After the introduction to Otter Town…

“So sit down and shut up.”

Lucy sat.

Brooke took Dinky from Lucy’s lap and settled into the chair next to her. “You better watch it – Inbal spent 15 years with Mossad.”

Lucy frowned. She’d left her alone for half an hour and already Brooke was BFFs with half the building!

“Yep,” Inbal nodded – lifting a steaming curling iron from the table, “and I can fuck your shit up six ways from Sunday, so keep still.”

***

Lucy surveyed herself in the mirror. “My hair’s crunchy…” she observed, feeling it cautiously.

“Your hair’s hot – don’t touch!” Inbal admonished – slapping her hand away.

Lucy looked at the creature in the mirror critically. It was her. But it wasn’t. Inbal had somehow tamed her hair into thick corkscrew curls that tumbled down her back, and her face had been slathered with enough cosmetics to make Lady Gaga keel over. Yet funnily enough, none of it seemed to show. Inbal called it “the natural look”. Lucy wasn’t sure what was so natural about it, but she had to admit she looked…pretty. Really pretty, actually.

She’d been poked and prodded and had her hair yanked and draped and moussed as Inbal tried to work out “looks” for each of the ten themed photos she’d be posing for.

“You look like an older version of Taylor Swift, Luce.” Brooke grinned as Inbal took some shots with a digital camera.

“Yes, we’ll get some more highlights in that hair of yours before the shoot, I think. But otherwise, you’re perfect.” Inbal sighed as she turned off the camera. “See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“No, I suppose not” Lucy grinned wryly, “Thanks for everything.”

Inbal beamed “You’re very welcome. It’s nice to work on someone who actually deserves a little pampering. Usually I just get girls like the charming Velvet.” She rolled her eyes for dramatic effect.

“Yeah – what a piece of work!” Brooke crowed. “Karen in wardrobe reckons she’s a real mole. Tore a lighting guy’s dreadlocks right out of his head one time.”

Inbal nodded sagely “Yes – you’d best stay out of her way. I've met torture specialists with more empathy than that c-

She broke off as Dinky started barking madly.

“What is it, sweetie?” Lucy looked at the open door. There was no one there.

Brooke shrugged, trying to keep a hold of the little dog on her lap. “She probably just saw someone walking by with their lunch”

“No – I don’t think so…” Lucy examined at the door again. Whatever it was, Dink was not happy with it. “Here,” she opened her arms. “Give her to me”.

Brooke held the dog out, but Dinky took her chance and wriggled fiercely – jumping out of Brooke’s hands and out the door like a mouse on speed, yapping crazily.

“I’ll get her” Lucy sighed, getting up. “My butt was going to sleep anyway.”

She trotted out of the room to be greeted by an empty hallway.

Somewhere to the right, she could hear Dinky going ape-shit.

“Dink! What the hell is wrong with you?” she called, jogging in the direction of the barks. “Mummy’s getting very cross!”

More barks was the only reply she got.

Further down the corridor and still no sign of the dog – how far could one little pup go that quickly?

Panting, she rounded a corner- and cried out as something silver rushed at her face.

Somewhere far away Dinky yelped – and then there was nothing.



Stay tuned for another halfway entertaining chapter of…Phalanges of Terror!







Look at ze bebeh Otteurs! You wish to swim with zem. You wish to kees zem. You wish to give zem all your monies...





Thursday, February 18, 2010

Formaldehyde Article

The girls over at Glitter Gal just alerted me to this very interesting article about the use of formaldehyde in polish, and how it isn't actually formaldehyde!

Check it out here.

Unfortunately this doesn't change my allergy - it just means I now get to say I'm allergic to Methylene Glycol and/or Formalin instead :)
This might mean the death of my tagline.
"Beautiful Polish, Crappy Photos, No Methylene Glycol!" just doesn't have the same ring, does it?
:D

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Nubar Haulage

Sigh. Sorry I'm not exactly burning up the net with posts at the mo, guys!
I have a mixture of excuses, so please pick one and pass them on.

1. I'm tired.
2. I'm busy working on a new writing project that has my study looking like a serial killer's lair.
3. I hate most of the photos I've taken with a passion and want to re-do stuff before I post.
4. I've been working on the next chapter of "Phalanges", which is now finished and sitting in the Serial Killer's Lair waiting to be proof-read, then torn into itty bitty pieces and spat on.
5. Have I done "tired" yet? I always seem to be lately.

So anyway - would you like to see my new babies?

Kaz hooked me up with my first ever Nubars! And a belated bday pressie of some Versaces and a spatula (in-joke, there)!


L to R - Peacock Feathers, Earth, Reclaim, Burgundy Glitter, Indigo Illusion, Lemon Sorbet, Teal Gltter, Iris Dust. Versace - v2045, v2077

With Nubar being a very "green" formaldehyde free brand, I should have been on these suckers like a fly on poop yonks ago. Unfortunately Nubar aren't sold here in Oz and email to the nearest Nubar rep went unanswered. I later found out from other bloggers that's pretty much par for the course if you're not in one of their areas. Yay. All I wanted was a simple yes or no answer - geez...

I considered persisting with making contact, but I am so goddamn freaking tired of having to chase companies to give them my money I just said "Fine then, be like that!" and gave up. Then Kaz came to the rescue and now - babies!

I've already tried one of the Versaces (to DIE for!!) and I'm wearing Lemon Sorbet right now, which is the perfect shade of yellow for me I'm proud to report :) Thanks Kaz - thy recipient of Awesome bows down to you, your humble sock-puppet forevermore :D

In other news - I'm going to Phillip Island to commune with the penguins for the weekend and getting back Monday. So depending on how I travel there may or may not be a MWCILTRMND Monday next week. I might have the "Phalanges" chapter posted by then, so you'll have something to amuse or revolt you in the meantime :)

Passion or Innocence?

My manicure have chipped today so i had to take some time off from working on my project and spend it enjoying doing my nails. I also made a matching ring again - i really love it! making matching rings double the fun of doing nails and triple the style of the nail look. At least in my opinion. I left the ring semi-transparent now, and it look really amazing.
So what is your opinion, is this manicure passion? or Tender and innocent?



This is closer capture of the right hand, i actually like the drawing here even better when one on left hand

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Soemthing Blue..

A really quick nail art post. Just wan tot share with you another hand painted nail design, i used to have this one on right before i made a V-day manicure.
Girls from Russian nail art community seemed to really love this one, even thought usually they are way more judgmental and likes to criticize a lot, because most of the Ladies are real professional that creates a state of art nail designs. I ll definitely make another post about Russian Nail-art some time soon, and for now i ll just share my "Something Blue" manicure.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Max Factor - Disco Pink

So today I have another "drugstore" find for you.
Here's one of the Max Factors Fashion Addict sent me - a lovely little bright candy number by the name of Disco Pink -


I'm always pleasantly surprised by Max Factor polishes. Their colour range might not be very adventurous, but what they do they do well.

This is a really nice slightly blue-toned pink. Formula was really easy to apply in two coats and it set quite fast. The brushes on the Factors aren't bad either - they fit my nail better than the Revlons, which seem a bit narrow in retrospect...


And of course I will always have a soft spot for Factor after I found out their "Ruby Fruit" is an exact dupe of Chanel's "Rouge Noir" :)


I don't wear pink a lot, but I have to admit this was really fun to wear. Apparently Max Factor has now been discontinued in the US, but just about everywhere else in the world still has them, so you shouldn't have much trouble picking one up!

Now, quickly touching on another subject - over at the Beauty Brains last week they had a very interesting little article here about vitamins and nails well worth reading. It might stop you wasting a lot of money on nail (and hair) treatments that don't work...

Sunday, February 14, 2010

MWCILTRMND MONDAY! Reader Requests


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Today I have something a bit different.
I'm a little pressed for time, so I thought since I've had some reader requests for guys that don't exactly fit the MWCILTRMND theme (ie. muscle bound himbos I can mercilessly make fun of), I would put them all together.


So here's Jason Statham for Arwen...





Some Lee Pace for Jacie...





Charlie Hunnam for Jessica -




And from me - this is the incredibly gorgeous Ian Anthony Dale...


Keep those MWCILTRMND suggestions coming, ladies!