Biter's Writer's Block
I've been starting here at this screen for about 20 minutes, trying to figure out what to write in today's blog. See, last time I blogged about makeup, I referred to myself as a cosmetics whore. Apparently, people out there have strong feelings about the word "whore," even when used in a tongue-in-cheek, self-effacing kinda way. People took umbrage at my use of the term (god bless JK Rowling for naming Dolores Umbridge), and they weren't quiet in letting me know where they stood on my self-reflexive use of the term.
So I sit here, staring, wondering what on earth to write.
Because here's the deal: the term - when applied to my rampant, insatiable love of all things cosmetic - is just too apt. I can't really think of a better way to describe it. Close friends know that I'm the first to admit that I have a slight makeup addiction. Don't even get me started on bathing products...
I guess this is all just a long-winded way of saying that my cosmetic-whoreness just gets worse and worse each day, as more and more amazing eco-finds come across our desks. Larenim, Dr. H, Lavera, Borlind, Alima... it's all just beautiful and fun and juicy.
So play away.
-Heather... off to pick out a lipgloss for the day...
So I sit here, staring, wondering what on earth to write.
Because here's the deal: the term - when applied to my rampant, insatiable love of all things cosmetic - is just too apt. I can't really think of a better way to describe it. Close friends know that I'm the first to admit that I have a slight makeup addiction. Don't even get me started on bathing products...
I guess this is all just a long-winded way of saying that my cosmetic-whoreness just gets worse and worse each day, as more and more amazing eco-finds come across our desks. Larenim, Dr. H, Lavera, Borlind, Alima... it's all just beautiful and fun and juicy.
So play away.
-Heather... off to pick out a lipgloss for the day...




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