When it comes to beauty, I am incredibly unfaithful. I will buy anything that is thrust under my nose, use half the contents and then, succumb to the allure of something else, which does exactly the same job but smells of Jasmine instead of Gardenia.
If the words 'Limited Edition' are involved, then I'll probably take three - only to regret my panic buying when three months down the line, my five unused bottles of nail polish are fermenting in the bottom of my make-up bag - (maybe this is the future of fuel?)
So, upon discovering that orange was the colour on everyones lips this season, I scampered off to MAC to buy into this phenomenon. Admittedly, my primary motivation came in the form of Naomi Campbell looking not too dissimilar to my notion of heaven - all coral pout and tangerine flush - still, just because our skin tones differ by a shade or....fifty, I was determined that I could make this work. My belief was bolstered by the incredibly complimentary MAC ambassador, who assured me that you didn't need an outrageously bad temper nor an army of assistants, to embrace fashion's latest folly.
To his delight, I waltzed away £23 lighter and half a make-up counter heavier.
I am going to experiment with my scarily neon blusher and await the verdict of my two year old neice. If she cries, I'll chuck it along with the nail polish and potentially resolve the oil crisis. It definitely has more than a hint of the radioactive...
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