Lipstick Tease – Rimmel Moisture Renew Lipstick + Christy Jefferson jam!

So, I signed up for Influenster, and I got my first voxbox today, which housed a Moisture Renew Lipstick in “As You Want Victoria” from Rimmel London US.
I looked at the tone, much more…intense than I would normally wear, but hey, why not give it a shot?

I thought of a song I had grown to love from when I lived with a talented musician and singer, the lovely Christy Jefferson, at Kutztown University,a  song called “Lipstick Tease. Lipstick Tease – Christy Jefferson Myspace <~ Listen there!! It’s a sassy cabaret-inspired song that sings the praises of the power of lipstick on the surface…and a little more suggestive, not so subtle undertones (*wink*). Here’s a little lyric sample: “I love my lipstick in shades of pink – sweet, innocent, makes him weak. Nothing says ‘I’m bold’ like a strong stroke of red. Runnin’ the show all the way to bed.” Well, “As You Want Victoria” is definitely bold. The color is beautiful though. The Rimmel site doesn’t do it justice. It’s a bit warmer than they’re “try on” would imply.

Now, I’m not a lipstick girl, traditionally. I wear makeup like warpaint. It adds a bit of polish. The issue I always had with lipstick was it was icky feeling. If it wasn’t icky, it was sticky. If it wasn’t icky or sticky, it made my lips look like the Sahara Desert, parched. I have really long hair, and girls out there with long hair, you get me, I’m sure…

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Rihanna photo source: PerezHilton.com

Now imagine that hair flip with sticky lipstick…not so sexy, am I right girls? You know I am. Nobody wants to kiss hairy lips, for darn sure.

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Thankfully, Rimmel’s Moisture Renew lipstick defied it’s lipstick predecessors – It wasn’t sticky or icky. My lips looked smooth and the color was so vibrant it almost made my lips look like they were gonna jump off my face (in the good way). It was so creamy when I applied it, feeling more like lip balm than lipstick. It took very little to get the color to pop, so I feel like this one tube would last me quite a while. The tube is great too, cause the inside portion + the base are chrome-y, so you can check you look without your compact. And the outside of the tube is purple. I think purple is underused. It’s so pretty. Go, Rimmel, Go!

Here’s a little before and after for you. It’s amazing the effect lipstick can have on how you see yourself:

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The posing, the eyes, all more dynamic is a pop of red, dontcha think? I even felt a little more confident once I put it on (hence makeup being warpaint. I can take on the world!) which is a pleasant surprise.

This next photo is the back of my hand, to be clear. I don’t want my readers wondering what skin they’re seeing! Hehehe!

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There is one complaint I have: TRANSFER! Touch your lips, take a drink, sneak the hubbs a kiss on the cheek and everyone will know. On one hand, it’s kind of cute to ‘leave your mark’, but at the same time, I don’t think Charles would be ok if I gave him a kiss and sent him back to work with “As You Want Victoria” on his lips (I’m confident he could pull it off though hehehe.) On the upside, even after transference happens, the color is still just as intense.

Either way, I will definitely be wearing this when I next go out to date night with the hubbs, and I’ll be sure to go buy a nice pink or nude tone for daytime when I want a more understated look. Don’t miss out on this though, ladies (and gents, if ya like wearing lipstick. Judgement free zone here.)!

Thanks again to Rimmel and Influenster for letting me take this shade for a whirl. I received these products complimentary from Influenster for testing purposes. Opinions are all mine though. I gots my own mind!! PLEASE go listen to “Lipstick Tease” by Christy Jefferson, or ANY of her work. She’s a sweet lady and an amazing artist. ❤

Coming up next: Moonie March Spotlight/Contests/Personal Update (as I know my life thrills you all :P)
~J.S.

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One week away…

In just a week from today, my husband Charles,  and I will be celebrating our very first anniversary. Hard to believe a year has already blown by, but it has been pretty great.

I always thought the “it’ll be different when you’re married” saying was silly, but it isn’t entirely untrue.

Charles and I did have a few traits that surfaced that hadn’t since 2004, which is pretty astounding. But nothing that made either of us wonder “who did I marry?”, so that’s good.

One of mine was I apparently want things that aren’t mine until I have them, or once I have them I forget it wasn’t mine briefly after obtaining it. I realize that sounds bad for a woman celebrating her first wedding anniversary,  but this doesn’t apply to people or relationships. Let me explain with two stories.

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Forgetting it wasn’t always mine:

We always had our sides of the bed,  but he always took the side with the night stand.  I had wanted the nightstand side, and after I had my wrist surgery, he “loaned” me his side.

It’s mine now.  It makes sense. I have glasses, he does not. I operate the alarms, he does not. He only snoozes them. I have jewelry and such that a night stand holds so nicely…but I digress.

So the other night, he asked if he could have his side back. I was confused. I told him “that is your side”…at which point he reminded me of how I obtained it, which had slipped my mind. Oops.

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Once I get something…:

Charles always sat in the recliner on the right side of the couch, and I on the left. After a while, I started sitting in his spot when he wasn’t there. He asked me why I was there and not in my normal spot, and I said “I guess I just miss ya and I feel better in your seat. ” He accepted this, I moved, life went on.

The next time, he asked, and I said “this side is more comfortable” to which he replied “they’re exactly the same” to which I said ” the red recliner is blocking ny view of the tv there. Can’t you just sit in the recliner?”

Finally, he began sitting in the red recliner, and the coach recliner was now my spot.

Then,  one day, when he came home from work, I was sitting in the red recliner.

“No. Not this again. You always take my spot.” He groaned. “First it was my pillows, then my chair, then my side of the bed.”

“To be fair, that being my side of the bed makes sense…I have glasses and I set the alarms…and it’s more comfier!!” I chimed in.

“I would like my chair.”

“I didn’t even take your pillows. They’re the same ones I’ve always used since the night you got the new pillow.”

“I got the new pillow because I somehow ended up with all the flat pillows.”

(Skipping ahead…he had loaned me his fluffy pillow one night cause I had heartburn…and it’s been mine since. I totally took his pillows.)

So I gave him his chair back, then returned to my normal perch all pouty.

The next day, I was in his spot again. He asked why and I said “it has a massager and it’s comfier…”

“You just want it because it’s mine.” He said, sitting in my spot. He sat there the next night without complaint. And the next.

The following day, he came home from work, and I was in the couch recliner again. He laughed and sat in the red recliner and asked “so you’re back over there?”

“The red recliner is too warm. This one is more comfier…” I started to say when he shook his head. He knew where he would find me tomorrow.

He was right,  but since I’m aware of the behavior, I just steal his seat when he’s not there.

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Charles isn’t innocent in all this. He had his secret traits too that had recently surfaced. He can’t deal with one laundry pile. He leaves his shirts in the oddest places,  like over the shower curtain,  around a bed post, inside the cushions of the red recliner, behind the couch…it’s like an Easter egg hunt when I go to wash the clothes.

But there’s been positives. He is oddly good at washing dishes. Charles was surprised by me knowing how to bread chicken. I knew it before, but since I so rarely cooked before, I guess it was new to him.

Looking forward to more years of learning, loving, and infinite silliness.

Love you,  my fella!!