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Un-30s

May Ipsy Loot

My Ipsy came in last week!!

!!!

(jumping up and down, flailing arms, and looking completely ridiculous)

Sorry.

Let me take a moment to compose myself.

I had no intention of starting out so jubilantly.

But I feel like I can’t help it!

I realize my jubilance is a little over the top- which is totally un-30, but let’s just go with it.

YAY!!!

Hey- I said we were going to go with it, so indulge me.

So last month I absolutely loved my Ipsy surprises. My $10 investment ended up paying off with over $30 worth of fun makeup products- all of which I loved.

This month was no different.

Are you ready to see the loot?

Please say yes.

Yes?

Okay good!

So apparently last month they gave me the wrong bag, only to send me the correct back this month.

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In addition to that fun surprise, my May “Spring Fling” goodies came in a super cute bag.

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And it only got better from there! smile

Here’s a quick shot of what I got.

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The bag came with the following items:

Pacifica Bronzing Body Butter (obvs- since I am usually so pale… )
Full size Zoya nail polish in Piaf
Yaby mini concealer refill in Buff
Full size Juice Beauty lip gloss in Pink
Full size Mirabella lipstick in Bellarina

Yay for great items!

Alright, let’s start with the Pacifica. I smells so so SO good.

I haven’t tried it since I don’t want to mess with my current tanner. However, I noticed it has a nice shimmer, which I like sometimes for my legs, so will definitely be giving it a try this summer.

This was actually a full size travel bottle, though you can obviously buy a larger version too.

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I like that the Zoya nail polish is vegan friendly.

It is not my favorite color, but gave it a go and was surprised it actually looked okay. It is more gold-y than yellow, so that made me happy. Maybe I will wear it sometimes during the summer months.

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I really like the Yaby concealer.

It is a nice, firm, cream in a pot and worked so nicely under my eyes, and I would probably even use this around my lips before putting on lip liner and lipstick. Blends really nicely.  I’ve always used liquid concealer, so I was excited to try something new- and really liked how this felt and the coverage it gave.

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I’ve mentioned my lip gloss obsession in the past, so of course I was extra excited to get a full size PINK lip gloss.

It tastes so so good, like oranges, and I love that the ingredients are organic.

The color is a little mauve-y, but it looks nice over lipstick and feels really nice on- and not sticky which I know we love!

I am also excited about my full size Mirabella lipstick! The coverage is really sheer (it’s a sheer lipstick, so it’s doing its job!) but gives a nice shimmer and a touch of color. Definitely a great shade for summer.

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I couldn’t believe I got TWO full size lip products. It totally thrilled me. Those are my makeup vices, so getting a full-size lipstick AND a gloss was so exciting.

So now it’s time to do a breakdown on the price:

Pacifica Travel Size Bronzing Body Butter, $7
Full size Zoya nail polish in Piaf $8
Yaby concealer refill in Buff $4.84
Full size Juice Beauty lip gloss in Pink, $15 value
Full size Mirabella lipstick in Bellarina, $22 value

I got $56.84 work of makeup products for $10.

Most importantly, I will actually use all of these products, too, which makes me feel even happier.  The nail polish is a little iffy, but I am still going to give it a shot this summer with the right attire and location in mind.

So there you have it! My Ipsy goodies! If you are interested in joining please let me know. I get points for referrals, and I have no idea what that means but I know it equates to makeup down the road. So win-win for both of us.

More to come!

The Un-30.

I have what P and I now like to call Oompa Loompa feet.

Yes, it is true.

I am a ruddy shade of orange, thanks to asking my sister to, “Spray my feet again please” because “It doesn’t seem like you really got them.”

She got them.

Oh did she get them.

What an immature and un-30 thing to do.

The crazy thing about paleness is that I’m not even overly concerned about my Oompa Loompa-ness.

And could care less about Will’s hurtful Willy Wonka jokes.

Because I’m tan darn it, which is better than paper white.

Oh- and I suppose now is a good time to throw in the fact that I realize today’s outer beauty(or lack thereof!?) post does not seem very congruent with yesterday’s inner beauty post-

but please indulge me.

I have orange fairies for Pete’s sake!

There’s not much beautiful about that.

Unless you like Oompa Loompa feet, in which case- I apologize-

And stand beside you in solidarity for the next 7-10 days while I wait for this crazy orange fest to fade.

But enough about that.

There’s only so many times I can say the “f” word (feet) without getting grossed out, and I have totally gone over my quota.

Let’s talk about something else.

Like how I am going to totally abandon my diet next weekend and instead devote it to trashing up s’mores to the best of my ability.

Seriously.

The dirtiest things are about to happen to s ‘mores and my mind is racing like a teenage boy.

I’m thinking cookies instead of graham crackers, whether we could cut brownies in half to serve as the base, and P even thought about how to make peanut butter M&Ms work in them too.

It’s going to happen.

And I will most certainly pay for it the following Monday-

If not in the form of a trip to have my stomach pumped,

(dear God I pray not)

Most definitely in the form of a gigantic face explosion of zits.

Because nothing says I ate like utter crap-ola like a face full of swollenness and pain.

Ugh.

Definitely looking forward to the s’mores part.

The aftereffects? I could do without.

Hmm- which leads me to wonder how you guys would cope with such major indulgences.

What?

You’re saying you don’t exist on s’mores for three days straight, and that no one but me would do such a stupid thing!?

Sheesh- you could have said it a little nicer.

I get it.

No one eat three “square” meals of s’mores.

Because that would be utterly ridiculous.

And incredibly unhealthy.

Especially for a self-proclaimed health nut.

And totally immature and un-30.

Duh.

I HEAR YOU!!! I KNOW THE SELF HARM THAT IS ABOUT TO BE UPON ME!

Sheesh.

It’s like you’re trying to talk me out of it.

Or I’m trying to talk me out of it.

No, that can’t be it.

It’s just a few zits.

They’ll go away.

Who am I kidding!? That’s awful!

Okay…

I need to collect myself.

Plus I have totally gone over my “z” word (zit) quota for the day and am getting grossed out again.

But now all I can think about is the junk food fest and how it doesn’t seem as fun when I think about the consequences.

Ugh.

I’m so old!!

I’m like that annoying friend of yours that you keep trying to get to have “just one more glass” of wine-

Because you know she’s WAY more fun to be around after “just one more glass.”

Only she never has “just one more glass” because “it will give her heartburn” or “she has a headache” or “she has to volunteer to help the elderly and be absolutely amazing the following day.”

Ugh.

That responsible friend of yours. Just have the drink already!

Only we know she’s right.

She’s going to have that one drink and be fun for like a whopping 5 minutes, but will then spend the next hour lamenting about how much she has to do and how she totally shouldn’t have had that one drink and then will go on

And on

And on

Until you wish you could freaking craft some sort of Back to Future time reverse machine so you could redo the last hour of your life.

Or simply just want to take an Ambien and call it a night.

That would work too.

Anyway- I’M THAT FRIEND!

P is totally going to rue the day (yes, I did just say rue the day) we decided to get food drunk on s’mores.

I’m going to be a barrel a laughs the first few meals,

but then I start to feel sick.

And then my heart starts racing from the sugar (um, because that’s what happens to people that never eat it… It’s like a freaking panic attack of chaos. And you’re left wondering, “Did someone just slip me a drug!?").

And my stomach starts producing what I not so affectionately call “food babies.”

And then the complaining sets in.

And then I got from a barrel of laughs to nothing more than a barrel of annoyingness.

Assuming barrels of annoyingness were a real thing.

Eh let’s fly by the seat of our pants, kick up our Oompa Loompa fairies, and call it a day.

Bring on the s’mores and lets watch this party unravel.

I love living on the wild side.

The un-30 side.

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brittny I'm B-Love. Lover of God, my husband Will, my doggies, OU football, weight training, plyometrics healthy eating (mostly!), peanut butter, and all things health related. Buckle up and get ready for my constant embarrassing moments, health and fitness tips,and my effort to rely on Christ while living life in the real world. Follow me on Feedly! Sign up for monthly emails at blove@theblovelife.com!


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