No nix for NYX

You may not want to hear recommendations from someone who chose to wear white gogo boots back in the day but I've been doing some comparison shopping and if you are a lipstick lover and can forget that I once painted my lips with nail polish, you might like to hear my opinion of NYX cosmetics.

NYX has its own stores, and also cohabits with a number of Shoppers Drug Marts, Loblaws Stores and probably other places I don't spend time in.

In their own stores, their "shoppers' helpers" present themselves perfectly, which is to say that each one of them looks like herself and not like anyone else you might run across the same day.  As a champion of diversity, this pleases me, and in fact probably drew me to their shelves and shops.

Whenever I'm at the Rideau Centre, I head for their place, looking just as grannyish as anyone else my age, and just as hopeful that I'll find something that knocks 30 years off my face.

Some of the things I've been told:
(I shuddered at a blush because it looked a bit glittery, and said pretty, but I'm too old for glittery cheeks)  She said"Everyone is entitled to glitter!!!!"  (I asked if she thought I should use the grey eyebrow pencil or the light brown)  She said "Pffffff!" and came back with a black one; I said I haven't had black eyebrows since I was a 16 year old dyed platinum schoolgirl; she said " well, it's time you try it again"

Actually, she was wrong about both of those things, and we both knew it but it was fun; we laughed and kept kibitzing about everything I was interested in.  I left feeling like I'd had a good time, and bought products I still enjoy and still feel like I got the best deal ever.  That doesn't come easy to women of my age, and somewhere in my twisted mind, I feel like I've slapped Estée Lauder.

Maybe she'd slap me back if she knew I paid $6.00 for my perfect lipstick.

 

This kind of reminded me of a used book store I used to go to, except slapping would never have entered my mind.

A New Juncture

Dave is following a very strict diet to prepare him for an operation in March---not a worrisome one .  The diet is strong on protein and healthy fats and veggies.  I have been doing my best to support him but while I can eat the approved stuff I can't not eat bread and chocolate and fruit.  As a result, the cupboards are relatively bare.

Dave is working late which lets me have dinner, so I am beating the bareness with a glass of sparkly white wine left over from a birthday party and 7 pepperoni pizza bites from a hidden corner of the freezer.

Karma:  Dave has lost 10 lbs over the last few weeks, and I've gained 3.

Drat!! doomed!

Many times I have said, "I'm doomed!"

Today, I have to say it again.  I normally do not watch TV in the daytime, but I did today and now I'm doomed.

Thought I might iron a shirt I bought not knowing it wasn't permanently pressed, turned on the TV and found myself watching "Andromeda".  Goodness! Everyone onscreen was sweating off make-up, the only black woman was in mini black leather and bracelets that must have been made right on her arm, and they mentioned "Neitzsche" twice in the 20 minutes left when I tuned in. I couldn't turn away.  Its campiness was sweet and potentially addictive.

I think I might have seen this show at least once before, because the hero and his minions looked familiar but I am going to have to be sure to move my ironing time to a different place.  An hour later and it would have been "Castle".