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Chanel's Holiday Collection has a loose, gold powder. And a lush chocolate brown nail varnish. And a quad: again, golden chocolate and beige. Need I say more? The quad would balance the shimmery gold in my brown Guerlain palette.


Yes, I confess, I love Chanel. I am still in undying love with their Spring Collection, Aurora Blues. And I can't wait for Guerlain's holiday collection.

Makeup and Beauty Blog has a good rundown of the collection.
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Chanel's Holiday Collection has a loose, gold powder. And a lush chocolate brown nail varnish. And a quad: again, golden chocolate and beige. Need I say more? The quad would balance the shimmery gold in my brown Guerlain palette.


Yes, I confess, I love Chanel. I am still in undying love with their Spring Collection, Aurora Blues. And I can't wait for Guerlain's holiday collection.

Makeup and Beauty Blog has a good rundown of the collection.
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Silks make me happy, almost bouncy. I bought two Guess dresses in NY this Easter, both a bit over the knee. One white, with blue applique flowers at the bottom. The other is in silk, blue with some greens thrown in, and an irregular white pattern. There was a sale at coast, and I found a teal halterneck in silk. More silks <3 And Father came home bearing gifts late last night. So, I now have Chanels eyeshadow quad in Nymphéa. I love the colours, particularly the green and red - they're not quite solid, with a golden undertone. And he picked up Guerlain's new Météorites Poudres de Perles (should that not be "des", perles is after all plural, no?). It's heavenly. The Guerlain obsession must go on.

Anton just made a racket, because he needed to go out. He's learning so fast. He knows his name, he sits, he comes when we call. And I'm in the middle of teaching him how to search, and lie down. I do, however, still look like I indulge in SI occasionally – he loves biting arms, hands and feet.
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Silks make me happy, almost bouncy. I bought two Guess dresses in NY this Easter, both a bit over the knee. One white, with blue applique flowers at the bottom. The other is in silk, blue with some greens thrown in, and an irregular white pattern. There was a sale at coast, and I found a teal halterneck in silk. More silks <3 And Father came home bearing gifts late last night. So, I now have Chanels eyeshadow quad in Nymphéa. I love the colours, particularly the green and red - they're not quite solid, with a golden undertone. And he picked up Guerlain's new Météorites Poudres de Perles (should that not be "des", perles is after all plural, no?). It's heavenly. The Guerlain obsession must go on.

Anton just made a racket, because he needed to go out. He's learning so fast. He knows his name, he sits, he comes when we call. And I'm in the middle of teaching him how to search, and lie down. I do, however, still look like I indulge in SI occasionally – he loves biting arms, hands and feet.
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I wrote this at the cottage, procrastinating as always, and thought I might as well post it. It is rather long, so I will cut it away and rant on about make-up and shoes underneath.

New York, New York )

I was fascinated by Dior's Flower Blossom Limited Edition Compact at the airport, and ended up buying it. It is a sheer pink, with a print of ladybirds, flowers and a gemstone in the middle. And, with this image to advertise their spring look, how could I not fall pray to its lure? And I think I have announced already that I needed Chanel's new quint in shades of blue? Well, I bought it, and it is wonderful. Their ad convinced me blue eyeshadow will not make me look ill, or beaten-up. So, I have their "Les 4 Ombres Quadra Eye Shadow in Bleu Cèlestes" (the names are a mouthful) and am considering investing in a new nail varnish. I have a light, very pretty pink that I use to death, but I wonder whether I should get a dark blue (as seen in Chanel's spring look), or a deep bronze of some sort? Or perhaps a light green? Maybe I should indulge myself and try a blue lip gloss as well?

And, as I look out from my summery reverie, what is going on outside? Snow, endless heaps of snow. Whatever happened to my spring? I want to prance around in my new United Nudes! I wore my eamz boots (the leather is perhaps the softest I have encountered yet, really more fit for gloves than shoes) when Father defended his thesis, and comliments literally rained. Even the mad professor of genetics loved them, and whispered so rather creepily to me from behind. (Oh, fine, I give in, I am an attention whore when it comes to shoes. My United Nudes are just so buggerdly sexy. And that they are not available in Norway helps.) I need to wear my new UN's soon (and am stealing an image from shoewawa).
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I wrote this at the cottage, procrastinating as always, and thought I might as well post it. It is rather long, so I will cut it away and rant on about make-up and shoes underneath.

New York, New York )

I was fascinated by Dior's Flower Blossom Limited Edition Compact at the airport, and ended up buying it. It is a sheer pink, with a print of ladybirds, flowers and a gemstone in the middle. And, with this image to advertise their spring look, how could I not fall pray to its lure? And I think I have announced already that I needed Chanel's new quint in shades of blue? Well, I bought it, and it is wonderful. Their ad convinced me blue eyeshadow will not make me look ill, or beaten-up. So, I have their "Les 4 Ombres Quadra Eye Shadow in Bleu Cèlestes" (the names are a mouthful) and am considering investing in a new nail varnish. I have a light, very pretty pink that I use to death, but I wonder whether I should get a dark blue (as seen in Chanel's spring look), or a deep bronze of some sort? Or perhaps a light green? Maybe I should indulge myself and try a blue lip gloss as well?

And, as I look out from my summery reverie, what is going on outside? Snow, endless heaps of snow. Whatever happened to my spring? I want to prance around in my new United Nudes! I wore my eamz boots (the leather is perhaps the softest I have encountered yet, really more fit for gloves than shoes) when Father defended his thesis, and comliments literally rained. Even the mad professor of genetics loved them, and whispered so rather creepily to me from behind. (Oh, fine, I give in, I am an attention whore when it comes to shoes. My United Nudes are just so buggerdly sexy. And that they are not available in Norway helps.) I need to wear my new UN's soon (and am stealing an image from shoewawa).
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It amuses me endlessly that the girls at my school wear the names Dior, Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent and have on idea what design they are promoting this season. They have no idea that Coco Chanel was poor, or that Marc Jacobs creates shoes. They could not have pointed to a couture piece by John Galliano had they been asked to. I know nothing at all, and I am more fashionable than them. For, really, fashion is not about wearing leggings and dresses (I hate to call the pieces of slack fabric sold at "Gina Tricot" dresses), but about retaining a style of ones own. They even wore over-sized pieces of neon-coloured parka this winter.

I am roughly four centimetres from having a bob. My hair-dresser swore she'd no less than maul me if I bleached my hair on my own - not that I ever thought of doing it on my own -, so I think going platina is shelved for the time being. Or, til I can convince myself and my hair-dresser that it is a really grand idea, and trick mum into paying for it.

The Lord of the Rings EE-marathon was fun, despite severe sleep-deprivation (we should've had urtevann.) And the day before, with Kristine, was, for lack of a better word, informative. On to cheery news, I am a mere four centimetres from my bob at the moment. One more appointment with my hair-dresser, and I have a bob. It's a short, but I love it.

Had I the money to buy high-end clothes, I would run riot with Mark Jacobs' fall collection. This is an utterly wonderful coat. And the hat, gloves and shoes wouldn't hurt either. And I'm willing to do something drastic to get my hands on a Burberry coat (they're just sophisticated).

The new mobile is beautiful, too. It turns into a mirror when I'm not using it. - I'll end my gushing now.

Oh, I bought another pair of shoes a few weeks ago. "Low Shola" Miss Sixty calls them. Black, pump-ish, with an instep-fastening. Unsurprisingly, they have leather soles, which prompted another visit to the familyc-cobbler, who now recognices us and grins knowingly.
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It amuses me endlessly that the girls at my school wear the names Dior, Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent and have on idea what design they are promoting this season. They have no idea that Coco Chanel was poor, or that Marc Jacobs creates shoes. They could not have pointed to a couture piece by John Galliano had they been asked to. I know nothing at all, and I am more fashionable than them. For, really, fashion is not about wearing leggings and dresses (I hate to call the pieces of slack fabric sold at "Gina Tricot" dresses), but about retaining a style of ones own. They even wore over-sized pieces of neon-coloured parka this winter.

I am roughly four centimetres from having a bob. My hair-dresser swore she'd no less than maul me if I bleached my hair on my own - not that I ever thought of doing it on my own -, so I think going platina is shelved for the time being. Or, til I can convince myself and my hair-dresser that it is a really grand idea, and trick mum into paying for it.

The Lord of the Rings EE-marathon was fun, despite severe sleep-deprivation (we should've had urtevann.) And the day before, with Kristine, was, for lack of a better word, informative. On to cheery news, I am a mere four centimetres from my bob at the moment. One more appointment with my hair-dresser, and I have a bob. It's a short, but I love it.

Had I the money to buy high-end clothes, I would run riot with Mark Jacobs' fall collection. This is an utterly wonderful coat. And the hat, gloves and shoes wouldn't hurt either. And I'm willing to do something drastic to get my hands on a Burberry coat (they're just sophisticated).

The new mobile is beautiful, too. It turns into a mirror when I'm not using it. - I'll end my gushing now.

Oh, I bought another pair of shoes a few weeks ago. "Low Shola" Miss Sixty calls them. Black, pump-ish, with an instep-fastening. Unsurprisingly, they have leather soles, which prompted another visit to the familyc-cobbler, who now recognices us and grins knowingly.

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