I LOVE SEPHORA...But I am thinking now that Sephora has a little "problem" with me. You see? Sephora ATTACKED me. With a vengeance. Straight up gave me a smack down right there in the mall and I had to leave hanging my head in shame.
So I spent a HUGE part of my Saturday night there last weekend. And I was in my glory. My eyes bright and taking in all of the bouncing colors and dancing people. My friend had a complete makeover and I felt so elated at her new look that I looked past all of the bronzer the associate chose to cake on HIMself and celebrate.
After perusing my mecca for my fill, my friend and I began a mission to find her the perfect lipgloss. Without that "lip plumper" that makes your lips feel like they've been pricked with novocane and then sucked into a Coke bottle.
I had a solution!
Let's try the Sephora Brand lipgloss!!!
We walk over to the display and I begin taking different colors out of their compartments and trying them on the back of my hand. I did this again and again. IN THE NAME OF LIPGLOSS!
And you know what? We found a color that made Allison (my friend) look like the goddess that she is.
Mission Accomplished.
Or so I thought.
As I am in the "Cargo" section of Sephora I happen to look down at my pants and see THIS:
Do YOU KNOW what THIS IS?!?!?!?
It's FREAKING LIPSTICK!
But where in god's name did it come from?
Notice the GENIUS set up of the "Sephora Brand" section. Lipstick on the BOTTOM row and lip gloss in the upper compartments. What was I doing??
LEANING.
And KILLING some lipstick.
Totally their fault for their IDIOTIC display. They're lucky I didn't take more casualties.
But my jeans?? Are permanently war painted.
And I will wear them proudly. I earned that paint.
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