I promised a review, it’s time to deliver it. Like I mentioned before, I wouldn’t really care if the quality wasn’t that good because the packaging is enough to make me happy. When it comes to makeup, I really can be that superficial. And Dolce & Gabbana might just be my trophy wife (it sure costs that much).Continue reading “Review, Swatches | Dolce & Gabbana Solar Glow: Ultra-Light Bronzing Powder in Sand, Illuminating Powder Duo in Peach Blossom”
I’ve referenced in the past that one day, a Danse Lente bag would be mine. After a nearly year-long courtship and a lot of intense sale scouting, a mini Johnny bucket bag was mine. Danse Lente decided to launch the Johnny bucket bags in this pastel yellow/subdued coral colour combination for Spring/Summer 2020, and it was a great choice for warmer weather – it’s feminine, it’s classic, it reminds me of sorbet. It was meant to be.Continue reading “Review | Danse Lente Mini Johnny Bucket Bag in Peach and Lemon”
1. The fact that forgiveness is the key to happiness doesn’t mean revenge doesn’t feel good.
2. No matter how anti-piracy you are, you’ll never pay for WinRar.
3. You’ll never know what tomorrow will bring, but try to guess.Continue reading “15 (politically incorrect) Lessons I Learned in 30 Years of Life”
In case you haven’t read the first part of this story, I’ll start with the same disclaimer: this is not a joke. This actually happened to me.
If you haven’t, go read that first post. It’s important for context and I’m 100% sure that you will laugh at my misery. It’s ok. I would if I was you.Continue reading “My wedding dress was taken hostage – part two.”
This isn’t a joke. It was March 14th 2020, my wedding was supposed to be in 2 months, we were living a f*cking full fledged pandemic, I was starting a post graduate program along with a new full time job, so I needed something to provide me with the stress I was clearly lacking. I guess a missing wedding dress would do it.
I’m not a cheap bride. I wasn’t looking for a deal. I got my dress at a respectable, well rated store. Well. That store was sold at the end of last year. And the new owner is, for the lack of a better word, hum, ratchet.Continue reading “My wedding dress was taken hostage.”
Did you get through sale season unscathed? If you did, lie to me. Hide the high horse if you’re a role model of self control. ‘Cause I’m not. Neigh, I’m not.
It wasn’t just makeup that I caved in to, oh no. If someone was to make a chart about my bag purchase rate over the past year, it would be a consistent line until about two months ago, where it would
grow more exponentially than the coronavirus crash to zero because I would start running with all my new bags under my arms before they could start counting them.
You know what catches people’s attention? Right now, coughing in public. That and a tight red leather skirt.Continue reading “Strike With a Red-ly Weapon”
I had to get up at 9:00 am on a Saturday. Is that information relevant to this post? No. But I’m still mad about it and I wanted to vent.
Being that I had to get up and out of the house so early, might as well look cute for the day. Spring is around the corner. And layers work great around this time because early in the morning it’s way colder than at noon – yes, 9:00 am is early. Before anyone calls me a wimp because they wake up at something like 6:00 am, let me tell you, 1st, they’re right, 2nd, 6:00 am is not early, it’s ungodly.Continue reading “Layer It All On Me”
It took me some time to write these posts, clearly, since our trip was back in June 2019. But I didn’t want to rush it. I took my time reminiscing about the trip. Like telling a friend a story, instead of an excursion tour.
Here’s a recap of it, day by day:Continue reading “4 days in Istanbul: not a Guide, a Diary”
Even though I hate gloomy weather, I have been anxiously waiting for an opportunity to use and photograph these rain boots and make a post about them. This was love at first sight. They are colourful. They are Pucci. They have a freaking high heel. Barbie would wear this. My inner child is giddy.
Rain boots, in Portuguese, means galochas. And these are fabulous. Hence, meet the Fabulochas:Continue reading “It’s raining colour! Colour Pursuits in Pucci Rain Boots”