Month: January 2014

Tarte Lights Camera Flashes Mascara Review

Tarte Lights Camera Flashes Statement Mascara, available at Ulta or Sephora $23
Tarte Lights Camera Flashes Statement Mascara, available at Ulta or Sephora $23
Photo Credit: JessieCate Photography

 

In one of my recent Glossyboxes, I received a full size of the Lights Camera Flashes Mascara by Tarte. I am a mascara junkie. I will always buy and try new mascaras, and as a result, I’m pretty critical about them.

But this one, oh, this one. I am in love! First, who doesn’t want a big sparkly gold mascara tube? I mean, that alone made me excited to put it to the test. Will it deliver the greatness that the packaging predicts? Oh, yes, and much more. It’s available at Ulta and at Sephora or at Tarte’s website, here.

This mascara is billed by Tarte as being an “ultra-black mascara that lengthens, curls and magnifies for an intensified look proven to increase lash volume by 752% instantly!” And, honestly I agree.

It features a two sided brush, where one side is shorter and denser bristles to coat every single lash for intense volume. The longer and firmer side of the brush separates lashes to avoid clumping while giving length. I am usually not a fan of plastic or synthetic wands, but this one made me a changed woman, mascara-wise. The brush really does coat every lash, provide great volume, and length to each and every lash tip.

Tarte Lights Camera Flashes Statement Mascara, available at Ulta or Sephora $23
Tarte Lights Camera Flashes Statement Mascara, available at Ulta or Sephora $23
Photo Credit: JessieCate Photography

The formula is nice and wet and doesn’t clump. It wears all day without flaking or rubbing off. And, the tube itself lasts a long time. I just finished mine, and I’ve had it and used it almost daily for 13 weeks. That’s pretty impressive for a mascara. It didn’t dry out early, and maintained its formulaic integrity throughout that time period.

Overall, I had more people ask if I was wearing fake lashes with this mascara than any other mascara I use. For me, that’s a win! I will continue to repurchase this one over and over!

Here are some looks where I used this mascara, just to give you an idea.

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Stay Glittery, Beauties!

xoxo,

Candice

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Nip + Fab Dark Circle Fix Review

 

Nip + Fab Dark Circle Fix, Available at Ulta $15.99
Nip + Fab Dark Circle Fix, Available at Ulta $15.99

I have battled under eye dark circles since I can remember. They are mostly genetic, but I am still on the hunt for something that will actually diffuse them at their source and not just cover them (i.e. makeup wise). So, when this product caught my eye, and the lady at Ulta gave it raving reviews, I had to try it. I was hoping it would be a dupe for Benefit’s It’s Potent ($34) eye cream which is twice the price of this one.

What it claims to do: target dark circles, reduce puffiness, hydrates and softens to reduce the appearance of dark circles and aid in slowing premature aging with a fast acting formula.

First, let me say that I love the packaging. Not only is it minimalist and pretty, but it has a pump. I love when products have a pump because it controls the amount you use, and keeps you from over using the product.

But let’s get down to it.

The texture of the product is nice and light, and doesn’t have any particular smell. I used this as a part of my morning skincare routine for about 8 weeks, and I didn’t see a huge difference in my dark circles. I did notice reduced puffiness and found it to be a good moisturizer, but it wasn’t enough to make me repurchase this. I don’t outright hate it, but there are far better products out there, and it didn’t deliver in the arena I wanted it to. However, the benefit of this product is that it is $15.99.

Stay Glittery, Beauties!

xoxo,

Candice

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A Cut Above: The Tale of the Razor and the Nipple

 

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You know what sucks? Slicing your nipple open with a razor blade in the shower at your boyfriend’s house. Yeah, that sucks. And that happened to me.

So, it was any other day, and I was staying at my Favorite Ex-Boyfriend’s house. We were getting ready to go out, so I hopped in the shower. We always got ready to music, so suffice it to say that I was, in fact, dancing in the shower. But, I seriously needed to shave my legs. I much prefer the shaving in the bathtub, especially now, but that day, I didn’t have as much time. I angled the shower head appropriately and put on the shaving cream. Shower head behind me and leg propped up on the back of the tub, I began to shave. After each swipe of the razor against my leg, I would turn my torso, and rinse the razor under the shower head. Well, guess who got careless and carried away? THIS GIRL. I swiped my leg once more and turned to the shower head, and that’s when it happened. SHARP STINGING PAIN RACED THROUGH MY RIGHT NIPPLE.  “Um, what the hell was that?” I thought to myself. I didn’t even have to look at my nipple because blood was steady falling down the side of the tub and into the drain. Dumbfounded, I kept thinking, “DID I CUT MYSELF THAT BADLY? I MEAN MY LEG LOOKS FINE!” Um, hello, Glitter, your leg isn’t the thing stinging like hell!! You’d think I would have made the connection by now. Nope. Too easy.

I see the blood cascading from my nipple and scream. Not like an “OOOOOhhhh!” but more like a “AAAAAHHHHHEEEEEKHAHAHAHAHA, [INSERT FAVORITE EX’S NAME HERE] I SLICED OPEN MY NIPPLE HELP!!!

From the other room, I hear, “You did what?”

“COME IN HERE! NOW!” I screamed.

He walked into the bathroom, and I turned off the whole shower and threw back the shower curtain. As I stood there naked and bleeding, I think he was confused. He wasn’t apathetic, but wasn’t quick to react to my dilemma either. He just kind of stood there staring at me. MEN. Typical. A naked woman is bleeding from places she shouldn’t be bleeding and he’s staring at the naked body.

So, I explained the situation and he immediately provided me with one of those men’s shaving cut white sticks. Let’s be honest, those things look like chalk in the shape of a tampon, but I digress. He explained to me how to use it, and then I tried. And OH. MY. GAAAWWWD. The stinging is far worse than I ever imagined. But it worked. It stopped bleeding. I was saved. For the moment. Well, relatively saved.

Like an idiot, I wore a nude bra and a white shirt that night out. Thinking the tampon chalk stick fixed it all, I put on a Band-Aid and went on my merry way. Two or three drinks in with friends, there was an awkward look on my favorite ex-boyfriend’s face. He quietly stepped next to me and angled his body to cover my right breast area. He grabbed my hand, clasped our fingers together, and whispered,

“Baby, you’re leaking.”

UM, EXCUSE YOU. I’M WHAT? NO I’M NOT. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? RUDE.

Yeah, baby, your cut. It’s literally bleeding through your shirt. And that’s a white shirt.

OMG. HE HAS TO SPELL IT OUT FOR ME. BLOOD + WHITE SHIRT + BAR FULL OF PEOPLE = I’M ABOUT TO LOOK CRAZY.

Oh, God. We gotta get out of here.

Right about that time, his friend notices. Ever the smooth talker, I hear “Um, Glitter, is that some kind of costume or is your tit oozing blood?”

Classy, dude. Real classy. I wanted to respond, “Why, yes, so glad you’ve noticed. This is actually my fembot costume that I wear when I go out just to freak out people like you.” But I kept my mouth shut.

I turned and walked away. The bar was two blocks from his house, so I walked back there to change, clean up, and stain stick the hell out of my white shirt. When I returned to the bar, obviously in a different shirt, all the guys were laughing, and I had to explain, in detail, how this happened. There were questions like, “So, where was your right foot? And your left arm? And your boob?” Seriously??

Of course, it’s hilarious now, but that night, not so much. Who slices their nipple open shaving their legs??? I do, apparently. I went to the doctor just to make sure I hadn’t given myself any nerve damage, because that would just suck. The doctor explained to me that the tissue on that part of your body is the same type of tissue as your lips, so they have a tendency to rebuild quickly, but once broken or busted bleed insanely. Um, I got that part sir.

Moral of the story. Shaving in the bath is dangerous. Very very dangerous. Consider yourself warned.

Stay Glittery, Daters!

Xoxo,

Candice

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Benefit Rockateur: My Favorite Every Day Blush

Benefit Rockateur. Perfect Blush. $28, available at Sephora and Ulta
Benefit Rockateur. Perfect Blush. $28, available at Sephora and Ulta

You know, that one thing in your makeup collection that you always reach for?? Well, it is definitely this blush by Benefit for me. It’s a slightly rose-gold color with a hint of shimmer that gives this amazing natural glow to your skin. It’s perfectly pigmented and build-able. I’ve used this color on several of my friends, and it looks good on just about every skin tone. The hint of shimmer almost acts as a slight highlighter, bringing that natural glow to your cheeks. Yes, it’s a bit pricey at $28, but Benefit products last forever!! (to give you an idea, I’ve had a sample of Hoola, their matte bronzer, for over a year, and it’s still not gone, and I use it every single day to contour!).

Benefit Rockateur. Perfect Blush.
Benefit Rockateur. Perfect Blush.
Benefit Rockateur. Perfect Blush. $28, available at Sephora and Ulta
Benefit Rockateur. Perfect Blush. $28, available at Sephora and Ulta

The only downside to this product is the packaging. I am completely fine with the little box because it’s small, compact, and includes a mirror. What I do not care for is the snakeskin lace combo. It comes off a little tart-y to me, but whatever, I’m still in love with the actual product!! It is my every single day blush, and on most special occasions, my special occasion one too! I don’t know how another blush will knock this one out of the top spot! Well done, Benefit! Cheers to you!

Here’s a few looks where I used Rockateur. It’s versatile with other colors! (Please don’t judge the PLL photo at the bottom! 🙂 My girlfriends and I always text each other the PLL “Shhh!” photo when we start texting/talking about our theories!)

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Stay Glittery, Beauties!

xoxo,

Candice

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Queen Helene “The Original Mint Julep Mask” Review: An Old Favorite!

 

 

I’ve been using this mask since early college, I think. It’s super cheap at $4.00 for 8 oz, and it’s a great deep cleansing clay mask, so I keep buying it!

Queen Helene Mint Julep Mask Available at your local drugstore. $1.99 (2oz) - $4.00 (8 oz).
Queen Helene Mint Julep Mask
Available at your local drugstore. $1.99 (2oz) – $4.00 (8 oz).

What it claims to do:  Helps to dry up acne pimples, rinse away blackheads, and shrink enlarged pores…drawing out impurities…Even for individuals who are fortunately free of skin problems, Mint Julep Mask is a refreshing facial treatment that helps relax tired muscles and ease tension lines on the face and neck.

Directions: Cleanse face and neck thoroughly. Apply Mint Julep Mask generously and allow to dry for about 15 minutes. Remove with warm water and a washcloth.

This mask is so easy to use, but can get a little messy. It’s formula is pretty thick, so it’s easy to get it everywhere. It doesn’t stain, which I appreciate. I put on a thick layer, and let it dry completely. As soon as you put it on you feel the cooling effect of the mask, and it smells of mint and a bit of honey. As it dries, it does harden and make your face feel a little restricted. No worries, most clay masks do that. I use a washcloth soaked in warm water to remove it, since water alone seems to take forever! But, once removed, my face feels soft and my skin feels a little tighter.

Using this mask once or twice a week will definitely help to rid your pores of nastiness, so you may experience a few spots as the pores purge the bad stuff. I think one of the reasons I love this mask so much is that it definitely works on blackheads when used over time. (Twice a week). However, this mask is gentle enough for daily use, in my opinion, and I have used it daily before. (if my sensitive skin can handle it, then that is saying a lot)

Ingredient Breakdown: 

Kaolin — basically just the main ingredient for clay; used in many cosmetics; dries up acne; increases localized circulation which helps to fight inflammation. Since it dries up acne, it will also remove moisture from the skin (which is why you feel tightness), so if your skin is super dry, save this mask for summertime! (I don’t use this one in winter!)

Bentonite — great natural substance found in volcanic ash; cleans out impurities from pores serving as an antibacterial agent; also, when hydrated, it absorbs toxins from the skin while simultaneously releasing good minerals into the skin due to some fancy chemical reaction (with which I am not well versed).

Glycerin — attracts moisture to the skin, thus helping your face feel smooth by filling in microscopic cracks in dry skin, and therefore protects the outer layer of skin; some studies show it has been great in comforting skin conditions such as eczema; natural barrier to pollutants.

Zinc Oxide — great for healing acne and calming rosacea; protects skin from UV rays because it reflects light therefore not allowing it into the skin, and that prevents aging!

Propylene Glycol — aids in allowing multiple ingredients to bond together; there have been some studies that show that this ingredient will prolong dry skin over time

Sulfur — great natural ingredient for treating acne; works like a sponge to draw out impurities; keeps oil production in check to prevent future breakouts

Chromium Oxide Greens — mineral pigment for coloring the product

Fragrance — I’m gonna go out on a limb here and go with minty fragrance?

Phenoxyethanol — preservative with some controversy; some say it’s a toxic substance, but overall, I can’t find anything conclusive.

Methylparaben — preservative; fine in low quantities; lots of controversy over parabens which I won’t get into here. If you’re interested in that, let me know, and I can do a full scale post on it.

Overall, I absolutely love this mask for what it delivers. It works well and it’s very affordable. The only real downside here, which isn’t much, is that it doesn’t actually contain mint. Mint oil has been used for a very long time as a skincare astringent and acne fighter, so I would love Queen Helene to replace their fragrance with actual mint oil. Then, we’d have this mask at 5 stars, instead of 4.

Stay Glittery,

xoxo,

Candice

 

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John, Jeans are good. Did I provoke this?

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I went out with all my girlfriends one night. There were always about eight of us, and we lived next door to each other in two condominiums that shared adjoining walls. Our general plan was to go out, dance, and see what happened. On this particular night, three of the eight girls brought a guy home, and I ended up on the sofa-bed with John. My best friend slept peacefully on the adjoining couch.

It was just like any other night. Dancing, drinking, dancing, drinking, and the after party at my best friend’s house. Everyone eventually claimed a place to sleep. On the second story, there were bunk beds and a queen sized bed in the second bedroom. Downstairs showcased two couches, and one had a queen sized sofa bed, which we often used for crashers and Saturday/Sunday hangover sessions filled with Lifetime movies and Izzo’s fabulous steak bowls.

On this particular night, I found John, who was a nice enough guy. Tall, relatively handsome, and he did look pretty decent in a pair of jeans. Well, we all crashed, and in the PG sort of way. The next morning, you would’ve thought I’d negatively provoked him the night before. As we laid next to each other on the sofa bed, I heard him wake up and roll around. My back was toward him. I heard him shuffle around beneath the covers, occasionally bumping his legs into mine. I figured I’d just stay still and see if he would head for the door. OH NO!!! THE DOOR WOULD’VE BEEN FAR TOO EASY. He slowly lifted the covers, and breathed a sigh of relief. A SIGH OF RELIEF COME MORNING DOES NOT BODE WELL FOR ANY GIRL.

My best friend was lying on the adjacent couch, facing me. Our eyes were both open, just waiting for what would come next. And do you know, this guy had the audacity to say, OUT LOUD, “WHEW, THANK GOD, JEANS! JEANS ARE GOOD.” This guy is actually thankful he’s woken up in a girl’s apartment wearing jeans!!! My best friend’s eyes blew up into the size of soccer balls as the blood rushed to my face. She’s trying to stifle a laugh, and I’m trying to make myself as small as possible to disappear completely. SERIOUSLY, JEANS ARE GOOD? OH LOVELY. AS IF I DIDN’T FEEL REJECTED ENOUGH BY MEN IN GENERAL, THIS GUY HAS TO GO AND BE ALL THANKFUL FOR HIS DENIM?? I MEAN HE LOOKS GOOD IN JEANS, BUT THEY WEREN’T THE MOST AMAZING PAIR OF JEANS EVER. Ugh. Was I that repulsive to him? That unattractive? That unable to assist him in being manly?

To be rejected is one thing. To be rejected when neither of you even attempted to hook up was a completely different story. I mean, I was rejected before I even had the chance to consider this imaginary hook up “invitation.” So, basically, the imaginary me was rejected, the simple thought of me. LOVELY! I AM OFFICIALLY BRIDGET JONES, before she gets Hugh Grant or Colin Firth, of course.

As the other girls made their way downstairs and into the kitchen, we all became spritely, and John stuck around for a bit. WHY? DON’T YOU HAVE JEANS TO TEND TO? After awhile, he bailed, and THANK GOD!! I couldn’t face him much longer without telling him I heard his little jean prayer. I wish I would’ve been thinking on my feet, and asked him how sleeping in those jeans was? or if he had slept comfortably? Looking back, I still can’t come up with something witty and insulting at the same time.

From that day on, all eight of us called him by his new full name, “John Jeans Are Good.” I don’t know if he ever figured out why, but I’m sure he did.

Moral of the story, don’t ever get into bed with a man who still has his jeans on.

Stay Glittery, Daters!

xoxo,

Candice

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Steel Her Heart: Ummm…awkward…

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I once had a date with this really nice I guy I met while studying at a coffee shop. We talked several times and eventually exchanged numbers. He asked if he could take me on a proper date, so of course, I accepted. He did everything right: picked a great restaurant, made reservations, was considerate of my schedule, and picked me up at my house.

He arrived at my house on time and with flowers. He opened the car door for me. He ordered great wine at the restaurant, and the date was going well. By the end of dinner, I thought, “HEY, I THINK I MIGHT WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN.”

In gentlemanly fashion, he promptly drove me home after dinner, opened the door for me to get out, and began to walk me to the door. As I walked about halfway up the pathway to my door, amazing leftovers in-hand, he said, “Hey, hang on a second!” as he walked around an opened the trunk of his car.

At this point, my brain is racing. I am in full fight or flight response. HE’S GOING TO PULL A GUN OUT OF THE TRUNK AND KILL ME HERE. OR OH CRAP, THERE’S A SACRIFICIAL LAMB IN THE TRUNK. OR A DEAD BODY. OMG. Every possible, horrible, awful creepy thing ran through my head. My pulse was racing. My dogs were going absolutely crazy on the inside of my house while they peered out the window.

It seemed like ages for him to get whatever it was he was going to get out of this trunk. And then, there he was, in all his glory, trying to steal my heart. This man serenaded me with a guitar in the middle of my front yard while I held leftovers in my hand. WHO BRINGS A GUITAR TO THEIR FIRST DATE???? IN THEIR TRUNK??? WOW. He played a good two minute song I had never heard, and I think it’s safe to assume it was an original song. My neighbors were walking out of their houses to see what all the fuss was about. GREAT!!! (Oh, did I mention that three of my neighbors are ladies in their 60’s). Yeah, they were giggling too. LOVELY! Now, not only do I have to stand here and pretend to enjoy this, but I also have to be thankful I’m not dead. Cool.

I’m not the best at “faking” actual reactions. They always come across as sloppily covered up honest emotions. (kinda like that time I received a miniature shopping cart full of tea at a sorority girl-esque gift exchange? um, what am I going to do with a shopping cart fit for a cabbage patch kid? yeah, that’s the face I’m talking about.) I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, collapse in relief that my life wasn’t in danger, or just walk inside. So, I stayed. For all two minutes. And I said “THANK YOU.” It was all I could muster without completely bursting into laughter.

He replaced his guitar in his trunk, and closed it. He then walked me to my door and kissed me on the cheek. Sweet enough, right? Sure. Wasn’t my WORST first date, but wasn’t my BEST either.

Exactly three weeks later, on Valentine’s Day, I received a delivery. It was a dozen red roses and a small box. Hmmm…..I anticipated the flowers, but the box. This was curious. My little romantic mind thought it may be a gift card or a “ticket” to another date. But, no, it was the guitar pic from that night strung on a necklace full of 1990’s hookah shells, or pookah shells, whatever those things are. Yeah, a shell necklace with a commemorative guitar pic from the random serenade in my front yard. Now, looking back, it could have been romantic, but in the moment, this was horrible, and awkward, and just downright embarrassing. This was not, in any way close to, the John Cusack scene in Say Anything. The serenade, the horrible necklace. It was all too much. Too soon. Too intense. Just trying too hard it felt disingenuous.  But, as I stood in my front yard, neighbors watching, while a man serenaded me with a guitar he pulled from his trunk, I couldn’t help but be thankful that guitar wasn’t a gun or a machete. That was literally all I could think about. So, I guess this nail polish name is perfect. He didn’t steal my heart, but he did “steel my heart.” Do you think that’s what they meant when they said “be still my heart.” Are we sure it wasn’t “be steel my heart??”

Next time a man tries to pull something from his trunk on a first date, I’m just gonna run. And I don’t run. That moment is scary. Guys, please find another way to be cute.

Stay Glittery, Daters,

xoxo,

Candice

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