hey dolls! finally got around to spending my Ulta gift card and instead of getting the bare minerals set or the BM eyeshadow ive been drooling over, i bought a bunch of random shit.
i did get this Revlon "siren" lipstick that ive been lusting after for a month. Revlon was showcasing some of their classic lipsticks and i had a boner for this bright, fantastic orange. i totally love the 50s Revlon logo as well, reminds me of Barbie! [also pictured: 'android karenina' which Brittany got me for xmas!!! its an awesome read. blowing through it much faster than i did the original in college. it helps that anna's husband is a cyborg and theres a mining robot named "Tit."]
cant wait to wear it. i love me some uber bright lipstick. my fav brights are Maybelline's "cool watermelon" (super candy-bright orange-pinkyred) and L'Oreal's "sea fleur" (vibrant fushia-violet). this is over our work notebook, thats why you can plainly see "cockring" just below the lipstick. tip: dont call the store asking us to describe how cockrings work. we know youre a creeper.
ive been regressing and am super into lip smackers lately. lately ive been rocking cotton candy and strawberry vanilla. then OMG i found these special edition Paul Frank ones!!! OMFG ITS CALLED "BUNNY GIRL'S CARROT CAKE." who can resist??? unfortuantely, although its super cute, for some reason it smells like indian food to me. maybe its just my frequent trips to Star of India lately?? seriously, thats the way it smells though.
in the center we have Sally Hanson's Vita B lip moisturizer. its been super cold and dry here in minnesota and ive been craving hardcore lip balm. this stuff is super silky and makes my lips feel awesome. its berry flavored and supposedly has vitamin b, acai and pomegranate to improve your lips condition... this is mainly what i was going for as i can keep reapplying lip smackers til the cows come home but yall know it doesnt actually do anything to actually CURE your lip's dryness. plus cute clear tube!! although i was a little miffed when i checked my reciept and learned this sucker was $4.99... thats pretty fucking high for lip balm.
this has got me longing for middle school, the heyday of lip balm obsession. one time my friend Sara and i were at a party [with an actual DJ... pretty awesome for 8th grade amirite? he was our classmate though... but i saw that guy this summer doing sound for Lords of Acid!] and we ate an entire tin of cherry vanilla tip balm! it was super tasty but im surprised we didnt have terrible barfing and shitting fits. i cant remember what brand it was... it was from Target and it was some kind of "naturals" brand along the bottom of the last row... i really cant remember the name but i know it was all fruit flavored stuff and i distinctly remember things being "guava" flavored. the balm was super rich and buttery. SOMEONE HELP ME OUT HERE!!! dammit.
EDIT: its this shit!! i cant figure out what the parent brand is though, i know they carried other products as well. but that cherry vanilla balm was the fucking shit.
Sara was also the queen of the old skool Bath & Body Works. you know, with the red and white checked awnings?? there were red and white tablecloths too and the salewomen had to wear red aprons, are you remembering this shit?? shit was all in baskets and barrels, they were going for the apple orchard thing i guess. all the product labels were hand drawn fruits and stuff.
my friends and i were super into rigid roles... everyone had THEIR signature color, THEIR powerpuff girl, THEIR 'now & then' character [amirite?? i was gaby hoffman/demi moore, the chainsmoking writer of course] and of course, their official B&BW scent. Sara's was Country Apple. she had EVERYTHING. i was a mooch and always stopped by her locker between classes to borrow her lotion [i was too cheap to buy my own B&BW]. and Sara always had the creme de la creme of lipbalms, the fat B&BW stick. like twice the size of a regular lipbalm, super buttery and delicious. the best flavors were again, cherry vanilla, and sun-ripened raspberry. these products are so fucking old i cant even find pics of them, because they were totally pre-internet. if anybody else remembers these, please comment!!
edit: Jill [the blond darling in the stripey shirt below] found this pic of the old country apple logo! yup i remeber these spritz bottles with the textured top. mm it smells like my all-time favorite year, 1998! someday ill do a post on this most awesome of years.
BONUS!!!1?: OLD SKOOL JAMZ 90S PICTURE!!!
das the crew at my fourteenth or fifteenth birthday party. that would be me on the far right in my favorite 'boys lie' tee shirts, being a little babydyke. Sara is the one looking so adorably goth in one of her gazillion smashing pumpkins tee shirt [she had every single one!!] rest assured we have all grown up to be about ten million times hotter than this!! now quick, guess which 3 are married with kids, which one is a world travelling former model and which one is a polyamorist porn store employee!
sorry, major digression... gah... ok also pictured above is an OPI nailpolish from the cher-xtina 'burlesque' movie collection [did anybody see that movie? it looked like badly acted gay vomit to me]. this is called 'let me entertain you' and its a dense magenta glitter. on sale too!!
at the last minute i grabbed this pumice block for my uber peely winter heels. bonus: its called "Rock Bottom"! just like moi!!! but after this i had a horrible nightmare that i was pumicing my heel, and i sloughed off all the skin and flesh until only had this totally awkward, weird shaped heel bone to walk on. it was fucking terrifying!! now im totally afraid to pumice myself...
how about a mini tour of some weird shit we have at work??
we just got this fabulous adult rocker/sit & spin!! my boss is totally freaked out by it because it looks so much like one of her 3 year olds toys and is totally packaged like its from fisher price. for me its somewhere in between being a good idea and being totally creepy. i mean, yes i would like a peice of furniture that would replace a boyfriend. but i would feel way fucking silly sitting in my aparment rocking and humping this thing.
this gal seems to be enjoying it though.
im disturbed/skeptical. ps this is probably my favorite totally weird photo of myself.
this is Phyllis, our mannequin. if you dont work at Fantasy Gifts, please do not take your picture with her, its just fucking weird. also do not grope her boobs or check to see what her nipples look like. i say hi to her whenever i walk by and right now im commisserating with her for still having to wear her santa hat even though its after new years. poor, poor Phyllis. [dont ask me why thats her name. thats what she was introduced as when i started 3 years ago.]
i said i would blog again soon, and lookee, im doing it!
we havent even had any introductions yet, and i appologuise. i feel like i should introduce myself, but i kind of dont want to so youll have to just absorb my personality via osmosis. also i am feeling like a huge bitch right now so forgive me... or dont FUCK YOU. rather than introductions here are a few points to let you know how this blog is gonna go down:
1. while i am fully capable of writing properly as a former english major and fervent Reasoning with Vampires reader, my online modus operandi has always been to write in all lower case. its just my thing. it seperates my blog from my legit writing, and to me it makes my writing look more like my thoughts, if that makes any sense. maybe im just not assertive enought to use a capitol 'I.' but this is my blog and i can do whatever the fuck i want. feel free to correct my spelling though as long as its not capitolization.
2. in that vein, i dont edit much either. i dont like my blogs to be too polished. so i dont expect to be winning any awards.
3. while the inspiration for this blog is mainly to geek out over various fashion things [the idea came to me when when i simultaneously got a really delicious buttercream cupcake body spray/body smoothie set at Ulta for $5 and heard about katy perry's 'Purr' fragrance coming out in a super cute CAT SHAPED BOTTLE... both of blogging complusions brought on by Agent Lover's inspirational Perfumes That Smell Like Dessert post], there will also be blogs about food, my retarded love life and my exploits as a seasoned porn store employee. so this blog is going to be hella mature-audiences-only. read at your own risk. if i have to be exposed to things like "My Huge Holes #15" then so do you. no pics of such horrors though, thats what google's for.
4. as you may have noticed, i have a touch of ADHD and do a lot of rambling asides. and i use brackets instead of parentheses because i like the way they look better.
im inspired by what i consider to be the FOUR FUNNIEST WOMEN ON THE INTERNET:
#1. the afformentioned Agent Lover, whose sass has informed my internetspeak, sense of style and current perfume obsession. oh, i wish we all could be california girls.
[ps if you read this A.Luv, i hope you do not think i am biting your style too much or messing on your copyrights. you know i cant touch your glory! and im my own woman, i have my own style groove. you just inspired me to start blabbing about it on the internetz.]
#2. Robyn Lee aka Roboppy of The Girl Who Ate Everything and Serious Eats fame. ive been reading this gal for years and i love her to death. i love her sense of humor, her humility, her neverending gusto for large meals, her little drawings and her descriptions. shes just an all around awesome person. this is the food blog that got me into food blogs, and being a foodie in general.
[i do have my own super pathetic, oft-neglected foodblog, Nom Mitten... please make fun of me for using livejournal.]
#3. Thursday Night Smackdown. omfg Michelle, you fucking evil genius. again, even if you dont like foodblogs you should read this lady. whip-smart, ridiculously snarky, occassionally unappologetically bitchy. aka, my hero. occassionally has to postpone blogging due to mental health which makes me REALLY love her, because im crazy like that too. i aspire to be as hilarious as her. seriously, shes funnier than most stand up comedians.
#4. the one, the only Hyperbole and a Half. i dont need to explain to you why this is funny. i love her for much of the same reasons why i love TNS and roboppy... unstable, self-depricating and finding the absurd in the mundane. reading her post is just a series of "thats me... no THATS me...omg THATS SO ME" moments for me. many of my friends feel the same way [and we all regularly use her art as our fb pics] so i imagine her humor is pretty universal.
i hope to be a tenth as funny as these women. i hope that gives you a little background on what im trying to achieve.
and now.... THE REAL SHIT.
PART ONE: BATH AND BODY WORKS [THE OTHER BBW [THE HOT ONE IS ME!]]
so its widely known that im a blasphemous and horrible person who hates christmas. every year i walk around singing "youre a mean one mr grinch" to myself [ok, not just at christmas time... sometimes after i dump people or am mean on dates... its one of my many theme songs].
so i havent actually done any xmas shopping yet... although i have been shopping A TON... ive just been buying shit for myself >.< IM GOING TO HELL. i was at bath and body works and the cashier girl asked "who are these for?" and i was like "*blush* me..." and she was like "oh... i guess thats ok." GAWD IM SORRY I DONT GIVE TO THE SALVATION ARMY BELL RINGERS EITHER, OKAY????? i just walk right by, go into the mall and buy shit for myself because im a fat, greedy american.
but look at the cute stuff i got!!!!!!1!!.one
and it was all horrifically on sale, so its not that terrible. actually just restocking stuff i bought just after halloween. the pumpkin patch wallflowers make everyone who walks in my apartment go "OMG! it smells so fucking good in here! what is that?!?" ive decided to keep buying everything that make my boyfriend go "MMM! DAMN!" cant beat 6 bucks for two refills either!
halloween pocketbacs! Zombie Squad marshmallow is the best and its a great compliment to whatever other scents im wearing. what do marshmallows have to do with zombies? i dont care, im just glad it doesnt smell like rotted flesh. marshmallow is teh yum, and as you can see by the agent lover "damn girl you smell like christmas!" post above im going for that whole candy-scent thing. marshmallow is definately the best for that [i prefer it to cotton candy]. the others are Vampire Blood plum and Candy Corn caramel [why doesnt it just smell like candy corn??] which are good too. these are only 75 cents right now so go buy a bunch!
i bought another thingie to attach your pocketbac to your purse because im obsessed with the swirly one i bought last time [i just like to play with silicone/rubber things]. little did i know the blinged out ones are twice as expensive as the regulars, $3 as opposed to $1.50, otherwise a cheapskate like me would never have bought it. but... sparkles!!
[another thing you should know about me... im extremely poor and cheap. so you will not be seeing a lot of designer shit on here, unless its something im drooling over from afar.]
PART DEUX: FANCY DRESS XMAS PARTY
i LOVE dressing up. for any occassion, even if its just going to applebees with my friends or a movie date at my boyfriends, im usually in a skirt, fancy top, tights and heels. i dont get invited to a lot of fancy events so ive just resolved myself to being overdressed and getting asked "why are you so dressed up?" all the time. im forever making my mom feel insecure about wearing pants, but she should know thats just how i do!!
but fortunately my friend/ex bf j** is just as classy as me [and always looking for excuses to show up in his rather bonerific suit], and his girlfriend is of the theme party sort, so they had a fancy dress holiday party thrown at the Kitty Cat Klub in Minneapolis' Dinkytown. very excite!!!!
ok, i already have a closetful of fancy dresses that i hardly ever get to wear, including one i bought for my cousin kirstins wedding that i [sniff] didnt get to attend so have never worn... i also have a FABULOUS sparkly and shutter-pleated dress i just wore to my sisters wedding that i adore and dont know if ill ever get to wear again... but goddamn it i cannot pass up an excuse to buy a new dress!!! for so many reasons... cant wear a dress anyone has seen before and its my ex boyfriends & his new gf's party so you know looking hot is like PRIORITY ONE. theres no jealousy or weirdness between us and i have ZERO desire to steal him back but you know... its important to remind the guys, even ones you dont want to sleep with, who's the fly bitch in this house. that would be me.
fortunately finding the party dress was not an arduous process. i really dont want to tell you where i got it because its super trashy... but ok its like my trashy dirty secret so ill tell you... its Deb. i buy a lot of shit at deb. mainly slutty bar clothes and dresses. plus size deb is like the best thing to ever happen to my wardrobe. all my fuck-me shirts come from there. its uber trashy and for people like ten years younger than me but i dont care. im a ho, what can i say.
i'd actually tried on this dress when shopping for my sisters wedding, but wanted something a litle more high-end and with more sparkle for a nighttime wedding at the swank International Market Square. but this is party-perfect. its black with a white panel down the middle, a sheer layer over a solid one, with a satin band arond the middle and little rhinestoney things on the straps. pictured here with the creepy asian girl who hangs in my bathroom, who i sometimes call Ivy because she looks a little like my gorge friend Ivy except more creepy and watching-you-pee.
no pics of me in the dress, sorry. i assure you i was smokin.
you know when i go to a fancy party i go all-out. i wanted fancy schmancy hair so i went out [to Ulta of course] and bought some velcro rollers, popped those bad boys in my hair while i took a bath.
it's naughty 50s housewife bathtime!!
ive been experimenting with curling what little hair i have remaining for fancy events, but the curling iron is a lot of work and always frustrates me. turns out the rollers are much easier! i left them in during my bath and while i got dressed, then unrolled them, mussed up my hair a bit, sprayed it and thats all!! super easy. it helped that i did it over my poofy spiky hair from the concert i went to the night before... the awesome height of THAT style was achieve via this AWESOME stying powder called Dust-It that my stylist/friend Jess gave me.
fucking AMAZING product! a little bit sprinked on the roots, then mussed-in or teased and you hair stays big ALL NIGHT. would be awesome for you girls who rock "the bump" [which kind of gives me an 'ugh' but whatever] and great for gals like me who are always trying to achieve that gigantic motley cru/robert smith look. and it stays in your hair til you wash it out, giving it texture. so i just built my curls on top of that. atop the curls i added my favorite headband, a ridiculously huge thing with a mesh bow, feathers AND a black flower that i usually rock with goth outfits. it worked with the somewhat 20s-ish curls and drapey dress though. plus everyone knows, the bigger the better.
for makeup i did something a little risque for me and filled in my eyebrows. my gals have always been a blessing/curse as theyre dark and can get overgrown, but they are rather dramatic. i think they look pretty awesome filled in with a dark pencil, but i dont know if the rest of the world thinks so, so it makes me a little nervous. i wore this with a sparkly teal eyeshadow [but not my usual crazy metallic teal, a more subdued one-- revlon's peacock lustre] and a hot pink lipstain [also revlon... just bitten passionate]. im usually more of a lipstick fan but lipstains are the way to go when youre drinking a lot. or at least layer a lipstick or gloss over the stain so your lips wont be bare after youve been slugging the sex on the beaches all night [as i was]. my absolute FAVORITE hot pink gloss is NYX's la-la... beautiful shiny hot pink and it tastes like fruit punch!
even more important to me than the fancy dress is the shoes. you might as well learn this about me now... im a shoe fanatic. my apartment is literally lined with them. i have well over 100 pairs. all i really want in life is one of those celebrity shoe closets like fucking kimora lee simmons or something.
i have countless options i couldve worn with this dress, including the awesome black suede booties with the peep toe and rosette that i wore to my sisters wedding that are so cute they'll make you cry. but the rub here is that i fractured my foot in mid-october, just one of the tiny bones on top of your foot that connect to your toes, but it hurts like a motherfucker most of the time. since october ive been on crutches, had it wrapped, and worn a walking cast for two weeks.
seriously cramping my style. i wore the wrap over my purple tights for my friend damian's band's show on friday. its a little better now than it was a month ago, but i didnt want to risk wearing full-on heels and being unable to walk all night. i wanted to be free to mingle and possibly even dance.
ive been searching for weeks but couldnt find any flats that reached my fanciness-quota. i needed SERIOUS bling if i was even going to consider wearing flats. im not heel obsessed, i wear flats a lot of the time and in summer live in little ballet-style sneakers. but for events when i need to feel sexy i need a heel. perhaps is the mental training brought on by years of dating a man seriously into feet and shoes. since then ive always felt like my feet are under intense scrutiny, and i equate shoes with sexiness.
then i found these bad boys on sale at payless [my home away from home... the salesgirl is always like "oh hey! back for more?" when i walk in... A+ because shes adorable]. theyre the perfect shade of red... not too bright so they scream PROSTITUTE [which would def be okay in some situation, you know i love me some hooker heels at the bar but i wanted a bit more class], theyre just between red and maroon, a really classy lipsticky shade that would grace a 50s vamp's lips. slightly holiday, slightly goth. pointy toes which make me feel sexy and dangerous. i first got into pointy toes when i saw darryl hannah in kill bill vol 1, hot damn! since then theyve been lady-assassin shoes to me. i occassionally rock leopard print pointy-toe flats [my exception to the high-heels for sexiness rule, theyre perfect for dancin at the club] and metallic purple pointy-toe slingbacks. these have the perfect 2 1/2 inch heel, perfectly walkable and danceable even with a fractured foot. which is fucking fortunate because you ARE NOT going to find close parking in dinkytown.
can we say HOT?? definately getting lots of mileage out of these suckers. my fafi deer approves.
NEW BAR SHOES THAT DONT KILL MY FEET! HUZZAH! if you want these bad boys i suggest you head to payless asap because theyre on sale, possibly clearance so they'll be gone soon. theyre an awesome wardrobe boost and they brought the best pop of color to my all black and white outfit. i wore them with black crocheted-fishnet tights because was below zero here in minnesota [and the fishnet keeps 50% of my legs warm!] and that looked super hot as well.
thanks for taking this little outfit tour with me kiddos. hope you werent bored to death. more to come!!
xoxo, love you.
your blogatrix,
Jesika Lin
[ps- there were also black nails with pink bows on them, in the pics above
pss- zomg thats me at 5am with no makeup on. but ive got a cigar so im still badass.]
