// nail polish, Topshop // BabyLips lipbalm, Maybelline // nude lipstick, Doutzen Kroes for L’Oreal // strawberry cupcake scented handcream, Patisserie De Bain //
I like things around me to be beautiful. I am a very visually-driven person, sensitive to visual ugliness and disharmony – even to the point where I would have to leave a room because it offended my eyes. I realise that makes me sound like a complete prick, but hear me out. I know I’m not alone in saying that how something looks greatly affects how I experience it. If a room is light and tidy, I feel happier in it than I would one with dusty surfaces and chintz curtains. Those things depress me. I don’t even spend much time in my own living room, because my father decorated it and let’s just say his taste leaves something to be desired for even the crustiest of hippies. I’m the same way with possessions; if I like how something looks, I will enjoy using it more than I would a less aesthetically-pleasing version. I buy lots of make-up because I love the packaging and so enjoy seeing it on my bedside table, or in my bag. I enjoy picking it up and holding it and putting it on. Recently I bought the Maybelline BabyLips balm that you can see above; I didn’t need it. I have more lip balm than I could ever use. But I bought it anyway, because I knew it would make me happier than a Chapstick. Same with this L’Oreal lipstick by Doutzen Kroes (I love her, can I be her? Or maybe just smell her?); it’s beautiful and pale and so sheer that it barely warrants the 9 quid I spent on it, but it makes me so happy when I see the grown-up gilt packaging and smell its faint scent of violets.
I guess my point is that we should never regret spending our money on something that makes us happy, even if only for a moment. Life is too short and painful not to buy the stupid lipstick.