Last thursday I bought Makeup Forever’s Electric Pink Lab Shine Lip Gloss for a disgraceful $18. On Friday it was gone. Why is it that you can buy the root beer flavored Lip Smackers when you’re 8 and still have it today, but you cant keep track of really expensive stuff? Seriously people, if you’re in the Berks and find this rolling around the streets or on the floor of a local watering hole, please pick it up and call me… I literally almost considered calling up the places I’d been because I’m pretty sure I lost it mid application as I was stumbling out of a bar.
(don’t judge me- it wasn’t this sparkly, this is the only pic I could find.)
Speaking of being 8… remember Rave? This store was like a wormhole to a tween’s coming of age, you’d walk by and hope your mom wanted a pretzel at pretzel time so you could sneak in and peruse the slutty merchandise. I remember my first shirt from Rave was a rip off of the Missoni knit zig zag pattern. I loved it. I imagined wearing it on a date with JTT. Polyester and rayon and acrylic GALORE! It’s a wonder our bodies aren’t, to this day, covered in callous rash scars from the horrendous synthetic fabrics we wore. No offense to Christopher Kane but… o dear… is there some kind of Rave Girl collab happening on the hush? Granted I’ll give props for the inventive mixed medium thing going on. Granny square ensembles with squiggly plastic gel filled accents… Yeah. I don’t know. you decide.