I did a squeal when I opened my Glossybox this month, because the first thing I saw inside the box was a sample of Fame. Well done, Glossybox, you did good. Yes.
The first thing you should know about Gaga’s perfume is that it is black. Yes, opulent and inky and black (worry not, it sprays out clear). I am told it’s the first eau de parfum to do that.
But it’s scent doesn’t really fit with the bottle it’s encased in, which, let’s face it, looks like a cross between something from War of the Worlds and a grabber machine, and you’d be forgiven for assuming it’d be quite pungent and certainly musky, perhaps even a little overpowering. But you’d be wrong.
I do love a barbecue. Probably because a barbecue in my house means all I have to do for dinner is whip up some kind of green salad, and make a potato salad. All the grilling is left to Ross, and I know we haven’t consistently had the weather for it this summer, but it really doesn’t have to be a big work up.
My Dad (commonly known as Paaj, or Paaji if my sister and I are feeling affectionate) and step mum have just returned to the UK after a nine year stint in New Zealand. Hooray! It was about time – the grandchildren were only going to get older and less baby-like. They popped round this afternoon after an interview and brief shopping trip in Southampton and stayed for a nice, boozy barbecue dinner.
All in all it was a lovely afternoon, and hopefully a nice welcome home for Dad and Lynda.
I treated myself to a Clinique Chubby Stick from the duty free shop on the ferry last week. I have just about run out of my beloved Laura Mercier lip gloss – which I wore on my wedding day, and just about every day after that. I think it did very well to last two years. Anyway, let’s not dwell, onwards and upwards.
But I’d been really drawn to their advertising recently, I am a marketeers wet dream, and when I saw the Chubby Sticks stacked up ever so nicely aboard the good ship Normandie, I figured Clinique and I could still buddy up.