Ahh Bobbi Brown Cabana Corals….possibly the most thrilling collection to release this Spring in the Muse’s humblest opinion. Coral, peaches, oranges, etc…seem to really suit my complexion and I absolutely adore them so of course I’m all about the new Cabana Corals Collection.
Wonderful job as always Bobbi.
Wanna know if you’re a concealaholic? Ok, sit down. Get a pencil. We’ll take the Benefit Concealaholic Quiz.
- Do you own more than three concealers?
Oh heck to the yes sirree! I own over 20 concealers.
- Do you refuse to leave the house without concealing?
What? Need you ask? I will NOT leave my casa without concealer, no way, no how.
Yes, because I don’t want anyone to see me without my concealer on.
- Have you ignored friends to spend quality time with your concealers?
Yes, I pet them, caress them, and tell them how much I love them everyday.
- Do you conceal more than four times a day?
Ok, let’s not crazy….no. Two times tops.
- When you look at other people, do you wonder of they’re concealaholics?
Yes all the time and I’m hopeful I’m not alone in my disease.
If you checked three or more of the boxes above good news you’re a concealaholic!
Now it’s your turn! Answer all of the Benefit’s above questions and let me know in the comment box if you’re a concealaholic!
Now jump for my review on the new Benefit Confessions of a Concealaholic Palette.
Your Muse fears she falls victim to the lure of kawaii bits and bobs. She loves cute stuff with a passion. That’s why when she recently came across the Fatally Feminine Designs Chocolate Cookie Mirror she decided to make it her own.
Who doesn’t want a cute cookie mirror to whip out of their purses for quickie touch ups on the fly?
Jump for some pictures!
So your nose is ridden with blackheads and you need a way to clear that gunk away right?
What you need is hot, Charlie’s Angel type chicks with flame throwers to vacuum those evil suckers out.
I dunno that’s what Sana told me I needed.
Holy Summer Madness Batman!
Behold, MAC Summer Collection 2010.
I think I just wee’ed my pants. That’s wicked.