What’s In My Bag, For Realsies

what's in my bag
Hey guys. It’s been ages since I’ve shown you anything like this so I thought I’d get my act together and let you in on a little voyeurism! This is all stuff that I usually have in my bag, with no edits really besides the fact that I’ve taken my wallet out of the shot because it’s not interesting in the slightest. I would normally have my camera in there too but obviously I’m taking the picture with it, so I can’t take a picture OF it at the same time, that would be impossible, duh. Physics and shit.

I guess a lot of it is exactly what you would expect from me; Topshop carry-all, vegan sweets, sex toys. But I wanted to show you what else I’m loving at the moment, which are my new make-up essentials. Like you’ll have seen in my last haul, I only just got L’Oreal Infallible Foundation, but it’s already replaced my usual True Match. I haven’t road-tested it thoroughly yet, but at the moment it’s looking good and it’s staying in my handbag for the foreseeable future. On top of that I’ve been loving Collection Lasting Perfection concealer (all those Tanya Burr tutorials are to blame!) and Mac lipstick in Ruby Woo because my boyfriend loves it on me. For fringe-devotees like me some dry shampoo is always essential, and lately I’ve had the lovely cherry scented one from Batiste. Like lots of people I tend to carry around a spare change of pants with me (why don’t any bloggers include them in their posts too? Shy bitches) just in case I end up not going home. Unlike lots of people, I also carry around a lockable collar 24/7. Even though I don’t wear it constantly, I still like to have it with me; it’s kind of a security blanket in some ways, and reminds me of my boyfriend when I’m out in the world alone. I’ve also recently joined the Debenhams Beauty Club, so I’ve had that new card banging around in my bag. I’m thinking of the points already, and planning my next spree….all that Mac lipstick is calling me.

This Is A Heart-Break Comfort Haul

beauty haul
A  few days ago I was going through a bit of a rough patch with my boyfriend. Usually I spend every penny I have on going to Cardiff to spend time with him on his days off from work, but due to a succession of disappointments, loss of tempers and a subsequent bitter silence in which I cried and vomited (yes, it is possible to cry and vomit at the same time, isn’t life magical) in grief, I ended up having a lot of spare cash to cheer myself up with, seeing as I was, for all intents and purposes, single. I didn’t have a train ticket to buy, and no need to hoard my cash for date nights. I was free and alone and broken and rich for about 48 hours.

I had to go into town with my family during this time, and while I was there I wandered into Boots, claiming  to be looking for a new foundation (but deep down looking for a new face, a new life, a new heart), something pale enough to match my now helplessly anaemic skin. I found Infallible by L’Oreal in Porcelain, which I double checked in the sunlight and found it to match my skin very nicely. On top of that I bought a new concealer, Lasting Perfection by Collection, the one I’ve been hearing Tanya Burr rave about so much. I got a powder by Collection too, in Ivory, which was only £1.99 so I couldn’t really justify NOT buying it. I also picked up a matte pink lipstick by Kate Moss for Rimmel; I’ve never tried any of the Kate Moss stuff before now and to be honest I’m not greatly impressed. The pigment isn’t as dense as I was expecting, and even though it’s quite matte, it’s also really creamy, and I prefer my lipstick to stay put. I guess I’ve been spoiled by Mac formulas. Lastly, I got an angled foundation brush from E.l.f, my new favourite place to pick up make-up brushes. Oh, and magazines, of course. My mother, bless her soul, gave me the two Lavera creams; one for face and one for body.

After that hellish 48 hours or so, I was out blogging in one of the only places in town that provides free WiFi, and I got a call from my father saying that a bouquet of flowers had arrived for me and what should he do with them. I told him to leave them on the sofa and I would deal with them when I got home. I waited for him to hang up. ‘They’re nice flowers’, he said, ‘very nice’. ‘I’m sure they are’, I replied. When I got home I found a large concoction of roses and lilies sort of propped up on some cushions, my father having obviously been worried they would fall everywhere and be spoiled. While I was transferring them to a vase, a little note dropped out, which simply read ‘I’m Sorry’. For some reason I couldn’t help but imagine him saying that to the florist when the guy asked him if there was to be a message, and I smiled at the thought, just because it seems so odd that a stranger should know that he is sorry, but not know why. We are meeting up on Wednesday, to talk. At least I won’t have to worry about my make-up.