Maybelline Dream Cushion liquid foundation review …
I was given this foundation by a beauty blogger friend of mine and I was pretty grateful I have to say – only the day before I had scraped the very last of my Maybelline FitMe from the bottle and hadn’t had a chance to pop down to my local Warehouse and splash out the big bucks for another one! So it was with great excitement (OK – “excitement” may be overstating it, but I am always intrigued by new products) that I opened it the next morning to give it a whirl.
I have to confess right here and now – before I tell you the embarrassing part – for some reason I had it in my head that this product was called Dream Mousse foundation and not Dream Cushion foundation. Which makes this next disclosure only slightly less embarrassing: I was initially blown away by the texture of this product (thinking it was a really thick, aerated mousse – duh!) and even went so far as to rush in to my daughter’s room to show her this wondrous new product! It wasn’t until the following day that I realised it was just a foundation-impregnated sponge!!!!
So, my ridiculousness aside … I do actually really like this product. Of course I didn’t read the instructions (which were to apply it with the little sponge thing that comes in the compact) and used my foundation brush instead, but I found it applied really smoothly and evenly and gave a pretty good, reasonably buildable coverage on my normal to dry, 48-year-old skin. It also lasted pretty well throughout the day, despite me forgetting most days to use a primer first. In the interests of full disclosure, I applied it with the foundation brush first and then did a little bit of blending at the end with my fingertips, which seemed to work well.
Below there is a picture of me wearing it – not because I love including pictures of myself, (because I REALLY don’t) but because people seem to like to see the product being reviewed in action – go figure! I’ll admit this picture doesn’t necessarily show it like other beauty bloggers might, but I am wearing Dream Cushion foundation in this photo and my skin looks OK!
Overall impression then, is good. And it’s a good price point – here in New Zealand, full retail is $29.95 – which is not bad for a product that really does perform quite well.
There were a couple of drawbacks however that I will mention; #1 I don’t think the longevity of the product is great. It only lasted me about a month before it started getting pretty thin on the ground. Because I threw the lid out (see below), I’ve had to rely on the internet for this following piece of information, but according to the internet, it contains 14.6g of foundation. Is that much? I’m not sure – my FitMe contains 30ml – I did try to do a conversion, but I’m not sure they convert really – and, too hard. Also – do people really care that much?
Back to the drawbacks: #2 – the lid broke off without me even being unduly rough on it. But living on the edge as I do, I threw it away and continued without the lid – which really wasn’t as unhygienic as it sounds because my version of the compact has a little internal plastic lid that covers the product (which doesn’t appear to be on the stock photos I’ve found – hmmm.)
So there you have it – Mumpty’s review of the Maybelline Dream Cushion liquid foundation. For further information and swatches and stuff, you’ll need to do some more research or visit someone else’s blog! Mumpty’s not big on facts and swatches and details (although sometimes I’ll do it) – I’m more about trying it and telling you what I think.
Would I buy it again? Probably – but I’d wait till it was on sale to be honest.
She freakin’ did it! Congratulations to the new, pinup perfect,
Miss Viva Las Vegas 20 …
… Miss Monique Sweet!
Congratulations to Monique – I am so, so, so proud of her! What an incredible couple of weeks she’s had – first her long-awaited wedding to Sam (she is now Mrs Kimber-Bell) and now, winning the highly-coveted international title of Miss Viva Las Vegas 20. And let’s just talk about that frock for a second – so spectacular – it was her wedding gown. TDF. Made by Judy at Curvy Couture by Judy Dee.
Here is her spider-inspired “Meet n Greet” outfit by Devel Branded.
And her Car Show outfit …
Anyway .. well done Monique – you ROCK! And congratulations to Sam too – what a fantastic way to celebrate your honeymoon. (Which seems to be a bit of a tradition with Kiwi pinups – remember when Miss Victory Violet won Miss Viva Las Vegas 18 back in 2015?
When I first posted this back in February 2016 I was unprepared for the flood of comments, shares and views that would result from it. People were obviously blown away by Monique’s courageous and terrifying experience during the 2011 Christchurch earthquake.
This year Monique is getting married and she is also competing for the title of Miss Viva Las Vegas 20 (to vote for her – click here, scroll past the “submissions closed” bit and click on her photo to vote.)
If you’ve read this before, read it again! If you haven’t read it, grab a coffee (or a wine!) and settle down and have a read. I think you’ll be both surprised and horrified. So here we go …
Anyone know what this is?
Well I’ll tell you … it’s a body tag.
And we can be incredibly grateful it is a green body tag. Because look who it belongs to:
Yep – it belongs to this incredibly vibrant and courageous woman, who I am proud to call my friend – Monique (pinup name: Miss Monique Sweet)
What many of you may not have known about Monique is that she is an earthquake survivor. In fact, she beat 50:50 odds and came out of the PGC Building on the 22nd of February, 2011 – ALIVE.
To commemorate the 5th anniversary of the Christchurch earthquake, Monique has agreed to tell her story. And let me tell you, it is harrowing. I challenge any of you who know Monique not to be a) horrified and b) in awe of her.
So … here is Monique’s earthquake survival story, in her own words. But before we start, I just wanted to show you this image of the building Monique was in when the earthquake happened.
Why hello there!
It took me a while to decide how I should approach this story … do I gloss over the hard stuff and spare people the gruesome details, or do I tell the REAL story – the one people might not want to hear?
I decided this story deserved 100% honesty – I have seen, heard and felt things you cannot even imagine in your worst nightmares and I don’t want to minimise that fact. Shocking? Yes. The cold, hard truth? Also, yes. Consider this your warning ….
To many people I am a confident, outgoing and bubbly individual, whose personality exudes passion for life. However, to honour and commemorate the 5th anniversary of the Christchurch Earthquake, I want to introduce people to Monique – the Earthquake Survior. I also want to celebrate how far I have come as a human being and to commemorate those who were unable to continue this journey with me over the past five years.
Four years ago – in the midst of Post Traumatic Stress (PTS) – I was not the person I am today. In fact, I remember a time when I sat on the side of the road, looking at oncoming traffic and willing myself to jump into it. Yip, that’s right – bubbly, confident me. And that wasn’t the only time either. But to explain all this, we have to go back further – to February the 22nd, 2011.
For me, that day began like any other – I woke up and had my usual self-debate; stockings, no stockings? Umbrella or no umbrella? At the time I was working at Perpetual Trustees, based on the 1st floor of the Pyne Gould Corporation Building at 233 Cambridge Terrace, Christchurch.
I lived at the top end of Manchester Street and didn’t own a car, so always had a lovely walk into work with my iPod – I often passed the odd hooker or two still working their corner! The walk to work that morning was just like any other morning of the four months I had lived in Christchurch (I moved into my flat the week after the September quake.)
At that time, I was on a health and fitness kick and had spent the hour before lunch debating whether or not to go for a run as I’d planned. If I’d gone, I would have left at 1pm, as per our usual running group time. However, it was raining and I was hungry – I distinctly remember looking at the clock on my computer and the time was 12.50. My mind (influenced by my growling stomach!) decided “aaaaaaaah, screw it!” So I got my lunch out of my bag, left my desk and walked the 5 – 10 metres to the cafeteria, where I said hello to Stacey, Lisa and Alec who were all eating, and placed my lunch in the microwave.
The earthquake hit …
As I pressed the button to heat my lunch, the microwave started making a funny noise. “What the hell is wrong with the microwave?” I thought.
And then the ground started to shake.
And in a short period of time – maybe 5-10 seconds, my life got shaken around and, quite frankly, turned upside down. I can now date my life as “pre-earthquake Monique” and “post-earthquake Monique” – but more about that later.
I tried to steady myself, as this particular shake started off like any other aftershock. But then the violence hit. I was thrown left; I was thrown right and the building started taking mountainous jumps. There was no time to think – my mind just went blank from utter confusion. I turned to the others, who had moved under the table. Of course I was still being thrown around – not really consciously realising what was happening – I mean what do you do when a massive earthquake hits and you’re in the middle of the room? Suddenly I saw it – the wall collapsed toward me and I threw myself at the table the others were under. I’m talking a Superman dive – if Superman was awkward and falling! Even with that Superman dive, though, I didn’t make it under the table. Instead, a door fell on me – that’s how quick everything came down.
In the next half-second, everything went pitch black and all you could hear was the rumbling of the earthquake and the shattering of glass, accompanied by the loud, dumping sound of things collapsing around you. I had something on my back – my legs were out straight – and the pressure on my back grew and grew with the shaking, until my head was a couple of centimetres from my knees. To this day, I have absolutely no recollection or understanding of how I came to be in that position – I had literally done a 180 degree turn to face the opposite way, with my legs flung out underneath me.
The shaking stopped and the realisation of what had just happened set in … and so did the panic.
Something was on top of me – it had cut through my merino top and was cutting into my back. It was HEAVY and that feeling is something I can still feel to this day. My head was basically on my knees – the pins and needles started running through my legs almost immediately and I was struggling to breathe.
The first thing my brain conveyed to the rest of my body was “you have to move – there will be an aftershock” – which was the only certainty I had at that time – hence the panic. How do you move, when you cannot move?
There were noises coming from other people and I could tell someone close to me was not ok.
It was pretty quickly established who was in our area. The “Cafeteria Four” had turned into the “Cafeteria Five” – Chris had started running as soon as the ground started shaking – he’d made it close to the cafeteria, but then a metal beam went into his foot.
My panic was instant – I HAD to move. I somehow had to get my legs out from underneath me – Lisa and Stacey said all I had to do was get out from where I was and I could join them. Fortunately, at this point I wasn’t hysterical – I had a job to do, and that job was to MOVE. The unfortunate part was that it was impossible for me to move either of my legs with the room I had. Thankfully, my legs went numb pretty quickly as I knew I would probably need to break one of my legs to get it out from under me.
The weird thing was there was no “should I?’ I just knew instantly and instinctively that I needed to move quick. So I told everyone what was about to happen, then moved my right leg underneath me, held back an outburst of tears as I grabbed my left leg with my left hand and held my knee with my right. And then I pulled it as hard as I could pull.
I did what I had to do, and fortunately, my leg didn’t actually break. Don’t get me wrong though – it’s taken a huge amount of work to get it back to the state it’s in today.
The relief when my legs came free was incredible. In fact, I would have happily broken both legs for that relief. The weight also lifted off my shoulder as I moved into the foetal position, thus regaining the feeling in my legs and the glorious ability to breathe freely, albeit in masses of dust.
I had survived the first two(ish) minutes after the earthquake.
But it didn’t end there …
Once I had grasped the horror of the situation and returned myself to reality a bit, I started talking to the people around me. We decided the roof must have collapsed inward and if we were in this position in a newish building, we would have to prepare ourselves for a long wait to be rescued.
Stacey had found her cellphone and we worked out there was a cellphone-sized gap between where she was and my foot. I needed to see where I was, but I was too afraid to move as I knew I didn’t have much space and I didn’t want to do anything that might reduce that space. This is where the long onslaught of sheer terror started.
The incredible relief that came with the opportunity to see where I was, quickly diminished when I realised my perilous situation. My legs were now underneath a chair and my head was inside half a recycle bin. But here’s the kicker … there was a giant concrete beam coming down across me and that beam was being held up by a chair. I shimmied my body two inches or so toward the chair. At this point my knees were in the foetal position, coming up to my face, because I’d had to move my body closer to my legs to get my body under the seat).
I placed my top leg into the gap in the drawers that had fallen onto a 45 degree angle. I also moved my head outside of the bin onto the side so I could try to get it under the chair.
At this point, I started the fun game we earthquake survivors like to call “which limb can I live without?” I had this theory that it was ok to lose my legs – I could live without those – I could even live without a portion of my back – but I needed to protect my internal organs and head. So if I could shove my head under the chair, that would be the safest position I could be in at that stage.
It was at this point also, that I realised I was going to die.
And that is when I started to fall apart. I tried to text, then call a friend. The first time I got through to her, all I did was tell her the information I would end up yelling for hours on end: “There are five of us – we are in the PGC building in the cafeteria on the 1st floor – please send help.”
Aftershocks were fun – and yes, I am being hella-sarcastic here. As each aftershock hit, I would move my head upwards; rip some hair out (due to the jagged edge my head was resting on); clench my fists; shut my eyes tight; hold my breath and cry hysterically – it was just pure terror.
Once the aftershock was done, I would start up my broken record again … the “Cafeteria Five” would get used to this over the ensuing hours. Hysteria mixed with panic and “I/we are going to die.”
The first aftershock was not the best …
Remember how the concrete beam was resting on the chair – and I was under the chair? Well the chair started to buckle under the pressure and I went from having “wiggle room” to being pinned down by my waist. Thank God I moved myself under that chair though yea? Now THAT was intuition!
Anyhow … that tiny space was where I would call home for another four plus hours.
I had to make another phone call – this time to my Grandma. I knew my situation had deteriorated and I thought death was imminent at this point, so I wanted to make sure I at least said goodbye to someone.
Can I just add … in times of crisis it is bloody hard to remember phone numbers! However, I will always remember this conversation:
Me: “Grandma, I am in the PGC building – I am stuck under a chair. I just wanted to call to say I love you.” Grandma: “Oooo hello dear (in the chirpiest voice imaginable) I was wondering how you were going! Did you feel the earthquake?” Me: “Grandma, I have to go. I love you.”
And hung up … and it was at this point I entered full-blown hysteria. I had to pass the phone back and I wasn’t allowed to make any more calls – they were making me worse.
Waiting for death …
After calling my Grandma, I quite literally thought I was lying there just waiting for death. At that stage, the odds were stacked (by four storeys) against me.
It was pitch black. There was only silence and a breeze we could feel coming through the building. I was pinned down and was at the mercy of the chair, the building and the aftershocks. I knew I was going to die, the question was – how long would it take?
It is true what they say about death – your life does flash before your eyes. Even if you are still alive, but worried that death is imminent in between aftershocks, panic attacks and trying to breathe.
The first sign that we might be rescued was an oxymoron; we thought they were right there about to come up the stairs and through the doors (that no longer existed) but they didn’t. They found a man close to me – the only other person I could hear in the building outside of the “Cafeteria” group. The man had been moaning since the first earthquake – we didn’t know who he was but he kept groaning and that groaning got more and more intense until we heard someone speaking to him. The sound of another voice started up my broken record again; “Help! We are in the cafeteria, there are five of us, we are on the first floor.” I was literally screaming and begging for help until a man yelled back. His exact words were “help is coming shortly, hang in there.”
The groaning continued until it eventually stopped – we did not hear from that particular male voice again. It wasn’t until much, much later we found out why he was groaning, and why the man didn’t come to our rescue. There are some things you can’t really prepare for; finding out you listened to another human being getting their legs amputated is one of them.
There is something that people don’t tell you about hope – and I’m talking about the hope that man gave us when he yelled back to us. In an earthquake, hope fades very fast. When someone gives you hope – only to have it shaken away from you by another aftershock – it makes you feel like you are in a final destination film. You think you have evaded death once – but now death is still going to get you, in some sort of cruel, twisted fate. That is what it was like for me. I had hope until the next aftershock hit and then I had refreshed panic – panic they would not make it in time. The chair was dipping lower, the pressure was getting more substantial and the fear was something words cannot describe.
Not everything was bad in there though – there were many kinda cool things that happened while we were all there together, sheltering under our various debris. The best part was that we all supported each other – when I was panicking, Stacey would grab my foot and Alec would grab my shoulder to comfort me.
We found out I had the beer fridge crack open next to me and I was able to pass around a cider through the various little spaces we could find – Alec was less than impressed that I couldn’t find any beer!
There was also a plate of cakes I’d found, but was unable to reach after the first aftershock. We had joked (?) if we needed to save water, we could use it as our pee plate!
Our first sign of rescue came after what seemed like ages of hearing only hammering and helicopters. I thought I heard a voice so I started my broken record “help, there are five of us etc, etc.”) This time, though, the rest of the group were less than receptive; a few expletives may have been directed my way! But here’s the thing … I am a determined person and half way through that long stretch of silence I had decided I wasn’t going to just wait for impending doom and was going to do everything within my power to stay alive.
The rescuers started talking to us from above – there was quite a lot of confusion as we couldn’t understand why they didn’t just come down to the first level (we didn’t know at that point that the first three levels were now one.) Another rescuer came to talk to us from the bottom, trying to pinpoint our exact location. Things moved pretty fast from there – rescuers tried to come at us from the top, however what they thought was the first floor, was actually a couple of concrete pads above us. When they shone their torches, thinking they had got to us, I imagine it would have been as disheartening for them as it was for us when we couldn’t see their light.
It still brings tears to my eyes, when I think about Michael calling out to us. Not only did we have people trying to rescue us from the top and the bottom, there were also people trying to find a path to us through the gaps – that was Michael’s job.
Michael – an Average Joe – who decided he could help when he felt the earthquake, so he came into town. Like an angel, he just happened to land on our building, worked his way through the nooks and crannies and found us. He cut a hole in the fridge and found Stacey and Alec. Stacey started flirting with Michael as soon as he had broken through, offering him some milk!
As glad as I was to see him, there was this underlying feeling that an aftershock was about to happen, and it could be a big one that I didn’t think I’d make it through – it was kind of like death was still going to get me in the cruellest way possible – just as I was being rescued.
He got Stacey and Alec out and for me, there was instant renewed panic – he was going to leave me. In hindsight, I totally understand why he would help them make their way out, but what ensued was the meltdown of the century! I didn’t want him to leave me. I didn’t want to be alone; I didn’t want my only shining light of hope to crawl away from me.
He didn’t – bless him, he was such a sweetheart. I remember telling him not to bust down the drawers because I didn’t want everything to collapse around me/him. First thing he did (as I was screaming at him) was bust down the drawers! Which ushered in the first element of relief – I could place my legs on the ground again, instead of having them stuck through drawers. His next step was to get me out from underneath the seat. He grabbed one of my legs and yanked and pulled me free. This got me into a space where I could get onto my hands and knees, but it also dragged my skirt up around my neck! Reason # 1 to always wear pretty undies – you never know when a rescuer might inadvertently drag your skirt above your head!
Words cannot express the joy of seeing the glimmer of light that meant potential escape and getting out from under that chair. I was a bit rude at that point – I didn’t say thanks – I was in a state of shock. And to be fair, my whole goal at that point was to get the hell out of that building!
Crawling out through wiggle space only, felt like I was trying to get through the underground caves in Waitomo. It was at this point I started to realise the true extent of the damage to the building. Crawling through it meant making your way over solid, compacted debris (concrete, glass etc) mixed with a shit tonne of paper and splashes of blood.
I would like to say I cried when I came out at the end via the ladder, but I didn’t. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, then threw my shoes off the building – they were the last thing I was worried about.
A man was helping us down the ladder, however being extremely independent, I snuffed my nose at it, but was forced to accept his help and THANK GOLLY GOSH I did. I was shaking so violently I could barely hold the ladder and he had to coach me to move my body.
I felt immense relief when I got to the bottom of the ladder. Someone had collected my shoes and had them waiting there for me. Someone else held me up until I was passed onto the ambulance officer who again, had to help me to walk out. Looking up at the building, I was like “holy.fuck.” There were no feelings – there was just numbness.
I looked at the people but I didn’t say thank you … I couldn’t talk. We walked around from the back of the building and turned the corner to the side of the building, where I had been sitting 30 seconds before the earthquake. It was a pancake. All four levels were sitting literally on top of my desk.
At that moment I let out an excruciating howl; dropped to the ground and started crying hysterically. The ambulance officer basically dragged me over to the emergency ambulance bay where I was greeted by James – a member of my team (who, about a second before, I had thought was dead.)
The weirdest part was being body-tagged and waiting to be able to leave the site. It was seeing the rescue workers and the bleak look in their eyes. It was telling Michael (my rescuer) I loved him.
Ten people from my work passed away that day, with another eight from our building. Two of our team made it out that day – one with significant injuries. The other two, unfortunately, passed away. We have since been told that every person who made it out alive that day had a 50:50 chance of doing so – thankfully I was on the good end of that ratio.
To read about the aftermath of the earthquake, and the ongoing effect it had/has on my life, come back for post number two – coming soon.
The quirky Kiwi pinup …
(let’s vote for her for Vegas)
Check out this gorgeous babe. Her name is Miss Monique Sweet, and she is a very good friend of mine. She is also one of the funniest, sweetest, and yes – quirkiest – women I know!
With an amazing sense of personal style – that mixes vintage, modern and glamour on the daily – she is, as my daughter would say, “goals.”
You may remember her from such posts as Moonshine Dreamin‘ (wherein we detail her preparation and lead-up to the Miss Moonshine Pinup Competition – which, of course, she won!) and A girl, an earthquake and how she survived it (my most-read post ever, in which we look at how she survived her terrifying ordeal during the Christchurch earthquake).
Anyway … Miss Monique Sweet is getting married in April, and if all goes to plan, she will also be competing for the title of Miss Viva Las Vegas 20 at the Viva Las Vegas Rockabilly Weekend. She will be there with her new husband … now wouldn’t winning one of the most coveted pinup titles ever, be a FABULOUS way to start a pinup/rockabilly marriage?! Miss Monique Sweet has won her way through to the voting rounds, so in order to help her get through to the onstage section, we need to vote and we need to vote lots! Believe me, if we can get her to the stage, that girl will knock their little socks off!
To cast your vote for Miss Monique Sweet, click here. Once you get there, scroll till you find this pic:
and then hit the vote button! There’s no signups or anything like that – they’ll just send a confirmation e-mail to your e-mail address (they won’t add you to any lists or anything – it’s just for verification) … click that and you’re done! Every vote counts, so share her around (in the nicest possible way!)
The lovely Danielle from Devel Men & Women has just done a fabulous post on why Miss Monique Sweet will be getting her vote for Miss Viva Las Vegas 20, and they’re all bloody good reasons, so read about them here! And because Danielle has said so much of what there is to say, I am going to say it with photos and captions!
So here goes …
Number one: she is not afraid to make a dick of herself!
Number two: she is not too princessy to get on a bike and cycle frantically round the Avantidrome in her active wear.
Number three: she is bloody funny.
Numbers four and five – she is bloody pinup-perfect.
So that is why, my friends, we must vote to get our quirky little Kiwi pinup onto the big ol’ stage in Vegas so she can do us all proud!
OK … so if you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know I LOVE Louis Vuitton. And if you are new to my blog – hi!!!! By the way – I LOVE Louis Vuitton!
Now Christmas is a time for gifts right? And what girl wouldn’t LOVE a gift or two from Louis Vuitton? A while ago I did a series of posts about what I would buy if I had $800 to spend at various places like Pinup Girl Clothing, LUSH, Shoes of Prey etc. I also did one at Louis Vuitton – but I upped my faux-shopping budget to $8K because $800 is just not enough!
Anywho … I’ve decided to revisit that original post and do a Christmas version. Ya know – just in case I win Lotto!
So the first thing I would suggest is that you pop along to this link right now and enjoy the little Gift Workshop the folks at Louis Vuitton have put together to help you choose your gifts … so cool.
Did you love it?
Anyway, without further rabbiting on … here are my top five Christmas picks from Louis Vuitton.
Number one: the Fluo Bubble BB bag charm and key holder
These beauties are made from luxurious mink and would make such a bright, happy addition to any handbag! They would be a perfect match for the uniform of my girl Miss Monique Sweet and The Beauty School Dropouts! I will let her know …
(Click here to see it on the site).
Number two: the Pochette Felicie Monogram Canvas I have a bit of a love affair with pochettes – they’re so handy and cute and I really do LOVE this new line by Nicholas Ghesquière. It’s inspired by the classic hotel stickers and I think the flamingos are very appealing for any pinup-inspired chic right?! Click here to see it on the site.
Number three: Tambour Bijou Secret 22 Timepiece
What a beauty right? I love the pink theme and the stylish and modern strap. It’s also quite a delicate watch which makes it perfect for wearing with summery dresses. And so versatile too – the iconic LV flower slides across to make a stunning bracelet with the timepiece sitting underneath. Love, love, love. Click here to see it on the site.
Number four: Colour Blossom Sun Pendant and Star Pendant
The Louis Vuitton monogram quatrefoils and flowers have long been a favourite of mine – I love the simplicity of the icons. These stunning necklaces are fashioned from pink gold and lustrous mother of pearl. See the sun pendant here on the site.
Good God, I am LOVING this! The Luna – new from Louis Vuitton in stunning hot pink epi leather, which is very durable and functional. And sooooo feminine. See it on the site here.
And finally, Mumpty’s top pick for the man in your life …
The Keepall Bandouliere in Damier graphite canvas
Perfect for weekends away. I absolutely LOVE the graphite colour of this bag and the structured, masculine feel it has. My partner wouldn’t be seen dead carrying a bag like this, but God I wish he would!! See it here on the site.
Now I know most of us can’t afford high-end brands like Louis Vuitton, and that’s totally OK. But to be honest, every now and then I pop onto the site and trawl around just to get a little hit of luxury! Do you have any websites you do that with? Do share!
Here’s Mumpty’s little guide to Christmas … in spelling format because I’m a geek like that.
C is for consumerism (as in rampant!) … when you read that bit you would be forgiven for thinking this is going to be an anti-Christmas post, but believe me – it’s not – I LOVE Christmas! I get that it is very commercial and I get that some people hate that, but to be honest, if that sort of stuff bothers you and you can’t make Christmas fun in your own way, then you’re doing it wrong!
Having said that … if you’re going to shop like crazy and enjoy it (like I am!) then you might as well support local businesses right?
H is for happy. Whatever makes you happy at Christmas time – do that. And do it all year too if you can.
R is for roses. I am lucky enough to live with my partner and our daughter in my family home, which means our garden is full of the roses that my Mum and Dad planted. Lucky, lucky me right? So this time every year there are the MOST BEAUTIFUL roses all.over.the.show These ones below are real life, from my garden. Stunning huh.
I is for “there’s no “I” in Christmas!” Christmas is all about watching other people have fun – which then means you have fun by default! Which is not to say it’s ALLLLLL about everyone else and I don’t enjoy a good present or two, because God knows I do! And this year I can’t decide which present I want the most – do I really need another Jenny dress from Pinup Girl Clothing? Or a GHD curling wand? Or sparkly BAIT shoes from 19Black? Yes, yes I do – and so much more! Heheeeee!
S is for the Silly Season! I love the Silly Season. I love how there’s lots of parties and events to go to; how everywhere you look it’s Christmas; how the closer you get to Christmas the more and more charged, stressed and mad it gets; how there’s that feeling of expectancy in the air … ya know … all that!
T is for traditions. One of our little family traditions is adding two or three special decorations to our tree each year. Our daughter has her own white tree in her bedroom, and this year we added a glass birdcage with a white bird inside it; a cute little silver TradeAid Santa and a gorgeous white Pandora china basket. To our tree we added a gold star for the top; a glitter reindeer head, a gold bow and a Noel bell (my Dad’s name is Noel!)
M is for memories – enjoying the ones you have and building more for the future. Like I said earlier, we live in my family home, so I already have lots of awesome memories here, but it is still fun making new ones for our daughter.
Below is one of the little corners of paradise in our little corner of paradise!
A is for #allthethings! I absolutely love the excess of Christmas – the opportunity to buy cool and thoughtful presents; the food; the champagne (!); the get-togethers; the decorations; the songs (especially Amy Winehouse’s version of “I saw Mama kissing Santa Claus” and Eartha Kitt’s “Santa Baby”); the glitter everywhere; Christmas trees – all that stuff!
“Santa baby, and fill my stocking with a duplex – and checks. Sign your “x” on the line …!”
S is for seriously though … I hope you have the best Christmas ever this year!
Product review: break-up make-up balm by Goodness Natural Beauty Lab
A while ago I did a review on the Goodness Natural Beauty Lab’s Certified Organic Chia Seed Oil (you can read it here) and it impressed me so much, I decided I very much wanted to try their break-up make-up balm … and so I did!
One of the initial drawcards for me was the packaging – it’s so cute! I do love a good tin – especially because you can use it afterwards for all sorts of things; storing your earrings, making soy candles (well, I guess you can – I never have – but it sounds Pinteresty right?!) Oh – and I liked the name too – it’s clever.
The second thing that sold me was the product description:
“I’m a slick quickie at removing all sorts of make-up. With all the goodness of chia seed, coconut and avocado oils, your skin will be oh-so-clean and super soft”
And to be fair – they’re quite right! After using this product, my skin does feel oh-so-clean AND super soft! It also got my mascara off without stinging my eyes, and that is no mean feat.
I read somewhere too (and I don’t remember where) that it will “melt my make-up off” – I liked the sound of that and that’s pretty much what it does. It’s kind of a soft, wax-like substance that you warm in your hands before smooshing onto your face and then massaging it around a bit – concentrating on the areas that have the most make-up. Then you rinse it off and et voila – you’re done!
Wanna know another thing I love about this product? It’s cheap as chips! I bought mine at Farmers for $19.99 – and I’ve seen it on sale for $15.99. So good. It comes in an 80ml tin and judging on my rate of usage so far, I would say you’d get a good two months out of a tin.
The only drawback? And this is because I am DEAD LAZY. (Prior to getting this, I was removing my makeup with a wipe **chill out man, it’s not that bad!**) and so I thought I would use this stuff and then remove it with a wipe. So that’s what I did, but my skin felt a bit waxy and I got a horrible feeling when I was lying in bed that my pores could be being blocked as we speak … so I got myself out of bed and washed it off properly with water and a facecloth. So there’s that.
Anyway … this post needed more pics and I couldn’t be bothered taking one, so I am using this pic of me, “fresh-faced”, from a couple of years ago. Let’s face it, there aren’t many “fresh-faced” photos available for me to choose from – I tend not to keep them (!) so I’m gonna leave it to you to imagine I had used break-up make-up balm just prior to this photo. Thanks.
By the way, this product is vegan friendly, light-weight, non-greasy and contains chia seed oil’s winning 3:1 ratio of omega 3 to omega 6. (And yes, that was straight off the tin.)
And that, my friends, is my review. I hope you enjoyed and find it useful.
For the uninitiated, WOW stands for the World of WearableArt which, at its heart, is an international design competition that attracts hundreds of entries from all over the world. But it is SO much more than that; it’s essentially a visually spectacular couple of hours of fashion, frivolity, dance and all-out entertainment, and what could be better than that? Mumpty was very fortunate to attend this year and it was BRILLIANT from start to finish.
The star of this year’s show, and indeed the MC, was a rather camp, sarcastic and totally fabulous Bengal Tiger, created by the magicians at WETA Workshop. He was magnificent and spent the show sitting languidly on his rock overlooking the festivities below.
The Brancott Estate Supreme WOW Award for 2016 went to an entry from a New Zealand designer, Gillian Saunders, called “Supernova”. Mumpty was lucky enough to have WONDERFUL seats right next to one of the “spokes” of the stage, so she saw the intricacies of the designer’s creations up close, and let me tell you – Supernova was a sparkling, decadent creation which well deserved the win! Now Mumpty loves a bit of bling, and Supernova most certainly delivered on that front – it was glitteringly, light-catchingly GORGEOUS! Supernova also deservedly took out the Avante Garde section as well.
The show was, of course, based on showcasing the WOW entries and they did an incredible job of making sure each and every outfit was able to be viewed by everyone, no matter where they were in the venue. As I mentioned, I had a super-duper seat so I could see everything up close. If you’re going to attend, I really do recommend you spend a bit extra on good seats – you will appreciate it more – trust me. But it wasn’t just the outfits that were featured – WOW really is a extravaganza of entertainment and the show boys and girls went all-out to create a truly spectacular show.
I have to mention here, just briefly, Hannah Tasker-Poland. Until WOW, I had never seen Hannah dance live before, and she is, quite simply, ridiculously talented. Don’t want to gush, so I will stop there.
One of Mumpty’s favourite sections of the show was the Bizarre Bra section, where designers were tasked with reinventing the humble bra – and man, do some people have a wild imagination! Check this out …
Cool huh! Another of my favourites was two poached eggs, and the bit that went around the back was a metal spatula! Hilarious! And here is the winner of the World of WearableArt and Classic Car Museum Bizarre Bra section, “Come Fly With Me” by Julian Hartzog of the USA. The wings were mirror-like and sparkly and just fabulous.
The sets for each section of WOW were fantastic as well … check these out:
The golden tree prop was part of the set for the David Jones Avante Garde section – I loved it.
I do like angelic figures, and I particularly liked those globes they projected images on to; so clever.
And last but not least, because I could go on forever (and quite often do) and no one will read it anyway … is my personal favourite (after the super-sparkly Supernova of course) a little gem called Lippydeema by Daisy May Collingridge of the UK. Lippydeema is described as a “joyful creature who likes to dance when no one is watching”. I feel like she might be a kindred spirit!
So that was Mumpty’s experience of WOW – words can’t really describe it so I would recommend, if you ever get the chance to go, GO! I for one cannot wait to go again, and will be taking my daughter with me – she’ll LOVE it. And by the way, it’s not just for the girls, it’s a good one for the boys as well. You know how men like to work out how things are done? They can do that. And of course, the models aren’t entirely ugly either!
A special thanks to my amazing Mum and Dad who bought my ticket – I went to WOW with them and my sister and it was a fabulous experience – not to mention the rest of the weekend. Shhh … we visited WETA Workshop and here is a quick troll photo!
Recently I was gifted a bottle of the beauty-award-winning certified organic chia seed oil from the Goodness Natural Beauty Lab, and my goodness … it’s fab!
I’m not normally a face oil-lover to be honest; I’ve tried them in the past and they seem great for a few days (even amazing at first) but after that my skin starts to rebel and go a bit dry, and just meh. So I always end up returning to my trusty old staple, Nivea Soft. My skin could be likened to a cheap date … you don’t have to spend much on it to get the result you’re after! And that’s why I love my Nivea!
So anyway – I was interested to try this offering from the Goodness Natural Beauty Lab to see if it was any different to anything else I’ve tried. So try it I did … I’ve been using it nightly for about a month now and I have to say, I really, really like it. Firstly, it doesn’t smell bad – some of the other oils I’ve tried just smell a bit strong and I dunno … oily? I find this one doesn’t and I like that. I only wear it at night and I’m not sure if that’s the correct way to do it but I just feel like my makeup would probably slide off if I wore it during the day.
Of course I didn’t follow the instructions for long. The bottle says to apply it to clean skin – and I did that. But after a few days it just didn’t feel right applying only oil to my skin, so I hit on a plan! I get my good old Nivea Soft and then squeeze about three or four drops of my chia seed oil into it … smoosh it into my face, and voila! Happy, moisturised skin that feels glowy and kind of … pliable. Does that make sense? But it does – it’s sort of plump (in the best kind of way, not in a fatty girl kind of way) and it certainly feels hydrated and healthy. Basically, instead of looking like this in the morning …
I look like this …
OK – well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but only slightly.
If you want to know more about chia oil and its many, many benefits, including its omega 3-6 essential fatty acids, its organic certification, the fact that its vegan and lots of other good things, go to www.goodnessproducts.com. You can also check out the rest of the range while you’re there … I think I’m going to give the break-up make-up balm a whirl next – if only for it’s clever name and pretty packaging!
Another plus for the Goodness range is that they use the word “smoosh” which totally legitimises my use of the term – making it a technical, real-grown-up-beauty-blogger term. Right?!!
And I’d just like to leave you with a little Mumpty Tip before I sign off … if you’re not loving the face oil you’ve purchased, don’t consign it to the face oil graveyard – use it on your décolletage. Lord knows we don’t want a wrinkly décolletage now do we?!