This is a decent “chapstick” styled lip balm that goes for $5.99. That’s kind of expensive in my opinion but the packaging was just too cute and that was what got me. Being from Nashville, I’m all about vintage country western. Dreaming of being country western rhinestoned darling but lacking real talent and considering that vintage country was dead many moons ago, no wonder I just fulfill my dreams with little products in cute packages.

Time to round ’em up, boys…it’s basic and not greasy. It doesn’t leave a shine on the lips, very natural looking. It contains SPF 18 which did not burn the heck out of my lips like most SPF lip products. The formula was pretty smooth until the last 15%-20% left. It then became a bit gritty, uneven, and too much would be distributed to my lips. I did have to reapply frequently but I’m a big mouth that is always sipping coffee or tea, so I have to reapply everything frequently. The fragrance was slightly sweet, not honeysuckle in my opinion, more honey with a bit of orange juice. But, the fragrance was very,very faint and didn’t taste gross/metallic/anything like that.

So, it’s a decent product. I’m not sad that I purchased it. I did use it up. Will I puchase again? Most likely no. I’m a flirt anyways and I didn’t fall in love with this product. Like most Blue Q products, it is all about the novelity, the cuteness, the packaging. It’s an OK product housed in Dale Evans-ish cuteness. I guess it just depends on what is important to you in a product. It can be purchased at www.blueq.com.

Thankful to be out of the South

Thankful to be out of the South

I try to keep this blog from being too personal. I don’t expect people to enjoy reading about my fortunes or misfortunes. That’s what reality TV is for. Anyways, on this Thanksgiving I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. This has been a huge year for me. I’ve made my first huge move. Drove across this barren country, starting in hot and bothered Nashville and making it to the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I’ve had to make a lot of adjustments. I was prepared for the worst. It was a ballsy move. However, this has been the best thing I have ever done. Well, other than marrying my sweetheart. (Sorry to gag you with a spoon.) I’m so happy that this move worked out. I never realized why I was so unhappy. I just thought I was a bitch. I’m still a bitch but at least I am a happy one that spends weekends on the rocky coasts, finding so many golden chanterelles that I never want to see this little fungi again, and exposed to the most amazing produce ever. I love living in a place that keeps me so busy, either shopping for my new fave niche fragrance or kicking so many toadstools. It’s nice. It was a nice match for me. All I wanted was was mountains and sea with lots of fungus, good food, and feeling like I am in a place that is apart of the globe. My husband and I are happy, living in a cute yellow craftsmen a few blocks from the sea. Still no buttermilk colored French bulldog pitter patting about, still working on that. My French bulldog biological clock is still ticking. Still no delicious Mexican food. How I long for that daily! People don’t “keep it real” out here and I miss that. I come across as bitchy and pushy and that is funny. I miss people saying for Thanksgiving, “that they gonna eat till they get sick” or “until they hope to not see food ever again.” There are some differences but I needed a reason to romanticize the dirty South just like the rest of the country does. I needed a reason to think that making biscuits is cute and charming and eating pintos is something that you do even if you aren’t so damn poor that your parents can’t afford Top Ramen. It has it’s ups and downs but I’m just happy to be away from the South for a while. I’m thankful to have my own blue potato mashed potato Thanksgiving dinner sans driving to Grandma’s house stuck behind a huge ass SUV with anti-Obama, anti-gay, anti-everything bumper stickers.

Two happy peeps.

Two happy peeps.

Well, I’m doing the craziest thing ever, well since my wedding. We’ve decided to leave Tennessee and move to Seattle. We’ve been planning this, but we thought that we would wait until we both got jobs, etc. But, we’ve decided that we are wusses and we’re going to grow a couple of pairs and do what we want to really do.

I never do anything unplanned and frankly, I am scared of everything. So this is a big deal. Everything is almost packed up. I have two more weeks left at my current job placement and then we are out of here. I don’t know what I’ll miss in Nashville. My family is here so I’ll miss them. I’ll miss Mexican restaurants, humid summers and dirty South rap. I won’t miss the racism or ignorance that I experience daily. I won’t miss the horrible food culture and how I can’t get anything niche.

I’m ready for a change of scenery and something totally new. So, I’m driving across this country in a lil’ Scion for like 36 hours or something. It’ll be the road trip of a lifetime.  I’ll listen to grunge and wear a red flannel shirt and use Manic Panic Hair Dye in Plum Passion and eat chanterelles and drink espresso and be totally spoiled rotten. I’ll shoot up heroin in a van down by the ferries while seagulls attack my head. Sike, I won’t do that. Actually, I won’t do anything like that except get a little house by the water and a French bulldog named Stuckey, a cream colored beauty. I might wear flannel and I know I’ll eat wild mushrooms and continue to drink coffee.

I’m excited but I am scared shitless.