I haven’t written a lot here over the past few months, for a bunch of reasons. One of them, I’ll be honest, is because if I’m deciding between whether to write something for my own blog or for xoVain (where I get paid), I’ll pick the latter. At the moment my income is pretty inadequate and my partner is looking for work, so every little bit helps.
Related to that, I guess, is that I haven’t had as much money to spend on products for myself, and I don’t want to fall back on writing exclusively about PR samples. With that in mind, the next few posts on Hyacinth Girl will be good old-fashioned product reviews, of things I’ve bought and am into and want to rave about. While you wait for those, however, I’d suggest having a read of xoVain ????
Remember how I said I had heaps of new shit to show you guys? This is that post. Lots of new makeup and skincare to talk about – some gifted, some purchased by my very own self. I’m going to dive right in to some quick reviews to avoid taking up too much of your time. Let’s go.
I turned twenty-five last week. People are asking me what it feels like, whether I feel older. I don’t know? I just feel like regular old Morgan. I think people also expected me to get a bunch of makeup for my birthday, but the thing is, when writing about makeup is kind of your job, it loses its appeal as a gift. I’ve also reached the age where I don’t really expect big gifts, but I got some all the same.
My aunt, uncle and cousins sent me a Lotto ticket, which is a sign that I have truly escaped the age of “better send the kid a present” and transitioned into the age of “we didn’t forget it was your birthday but you’re an adult now”. No shade, by the way. Checking the ticket was kind of fun. I didn’t win anything.
I’m feeling unusually positive towards New Year’s resolutions this year, and the circumstances call for drastic measures. There’s just one resolution, but it’s a big one: no buying makeup. I’ve tried this twice before, with no luck, so I’m calling on some community support and a good old fashioned star chart to get me through.
It’s the last day of 2014 and I’m cat- and house-sitting with Callum for friends who are away. We’re only on the other side of town but it feels like a miniature holiday of our own! There are a few things going on tonight, but let’s be real, at midnight I’ll probably be in bed with a book I’ve nicked from Grace’s shelf or catching up on Project Runway All Stars.
For now, I thought I’d finish off the year with a list of 14 things that happened to me this year, in no particular order.
Hyacinth Girl is a beauty blog, but like all bloggers I’m a sucker for a good notebook. The other weekend my Mum needed to buy some gifts so we spent an afternoon on Cuba Street, shopping for cute things. Here are my three favourite stores for nice paper goods in Wellington!
Are you following me on Instagram? I was lukewarm to Instagram until I got my new phone. The 5S has a decent camera, so I can snap pictures when I’m getting ready in the morning instead of hauling my big DSLR out. I’ve been posting photos on Instagram that don’t make it on to the blog, so I thought I’d do a quick roundup here.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. People are always like “why do we need to be made aware of cancer? I know what cancer is,” and I’ve definitely fallen prey to this logic before.
What the NZ Breast Cancer Foundation are doing this year kinda explains the awareness thing. We all know breast cancer exists. But are we aware of our own breasts, and would we be able to recognise the signs ourselves?
It’s Sunday and I feel like posting a ramble. Those Excellent Things posts I was doing petered out a little bit, mostly because I didn’t like being tied into a schedule, and there aren’t always excellent things to post anyway. It was probably ambitious of me to title a feature so positively, too (this week a friend told me “I love how much of a bitch you are.”)
I got an iPhone 5S, so my Instagram and selfie situation is renewed, in glorious HD camera glory. You better be following my Instagram if you’re not already. I also got a really pretty necklace from Ezibuy, wrote about it, and did some makeup to match.
I’ve been avoiding cleaning my brushes, which Vee scolded me for last weekend. I mostly hate standing and washing them all because I have to stand at the sink, and it takes ages, and my hands get cold. I’m thinking of gaining motivation by surrounding myself with unnecessary brush-washing accoutrements, like a brush egg and a brush tree and bristle guards. Part of my justification for this is that I could buy them all from one place (Complexions).
Lots of blog-related thinking has happened this week, inspired by regular #bloggersbrunchclub chats. I’ve come out one media kit richer than I was this time last week (holla at me if you want to see it) and a wee bit poorer, but eternal shoutouts to Amy for being an absolute queen design-wise, and a dream to work with. A less tangible result of this blog thinking has been on how the blogging world is founded on the lifestyle of the upper-middle-class straight white girl. I don’t really like that blogging is inherently bougie, but I pretty much fit into that category myself (my alternative post idea for today was going to be a Charlotte Tilbury wishlist). I’ll keep thinking on this.
Last week Callum and I celebrated our five year anniversary in the fanciest and cheesiest way we knew how: with dinner at the Hippopotamus and a night at the Museum Art Hotel. A staycation, if you will. The cheesiness was due to the fact we ordered the five course degustation at dinner – one course for each year we’ve been together. Lame, right? We never do anything romantic (I don’t even know if we acknowledged our anniversary last year) but we figured five years was a pretty big deal.