strawberry lip balms

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


Every year, winter seems to get rougher and rougher on my skin. In my immediate line of sight I have seven tubes/pots of lip balm, and three more in my purse. I have to have a tube handy wherever I go, or I will literally regret it, my lips will hurt so badly!

I used to favor tingly mint balms, so I have a couple of them hanging around, but my skin has become too sensitive for them. I keep medicated balms on hand as well, but it's official, strawberry has become my flavor of choice. Carmex is good if you don't mind that medicated tingle at odds with your strawberry flavoring. Bonne Bell is a waxy childhood classic that you can't outgrow. I was addicted to EOS balms for a while and also really like their creamy strawberry flavor, but the best in my opinion is Smith's Strawberry Lip Balm. I've had my pot for months and use it several times daily and I have still only used a bit of it.


Honestly, I do not really love the way I have to dip my finger into a pot, but it is the most moisturizing by far.
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fire and ice

Monday, January 14, 2013


Plummery makes it look practically warm outside. Nope! It's icy!


Currently I'm...

  • listening to: a playlist called "90s Pain!!!"
  • eating: toasted peanut butter and banana sandwiches -- so Elvis
  • working on: three short stories (only one has a good prognosis, probably...)
  • thinking about: what my UOL Blythe's name is!!
  • watching: everything YouTube has to offer on the Antikythera mechanism

Happy Monday!
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University of WHAT

Friday, January 11, 2013

Today I decided to get all eight of my Neo-sized Blythes down from their shelf and re-dress them all!  (Middie Bonnet just watched with her head titled.) I had just done a bunch of work and was listening to music and unwinding and having a grand ol' time.

I had only a couple of them dressed when my mom asked me if I'd like to run out for coffee and a snack with her. So I left my girls on my bed and put my good ol' fox hat on.

When we opened the front door to leave, there was a package on the doorstep. I assumed it was for my sister and picked it up without thinking, then said as it occurred to me, "This is the size of a Blythe box." You know how you can definitely identify the box by size and weight after enough de-boxings? I just knew it was a Blythe box. I stared at my mother, wondering: Did I buy a Blythe and manage to forget? What have I done? Why did I do that? I'm so broke right now! I told her urgently, "I didn't buy a Blythe!" However, it was from Hong Kong and I felt really sure about the feel of the package. I was kind of on the verge of a panic attack about my finances and selective memory loss before I noticed it was addressed to my nickname rather than my billing name, which is a sure sign that a friend has sent me something.

We opened it and inside was University of Love.

"I bet you anything this is from L," I said. A couple of years ago I bought one of my best friends, L, her first Blythe. She had taken an interest in them after seeing mine and I was happy to have a friend I could talk doll shop with, so I bought her Cassiopeia Spice, and I loved being able to do that. I got some emotional deja vu from the surprise factor of it all and from the full circle moment feeling. "L knows exactly what I like."

"Isn't she a doll?" my mom asked.  "A doll who sends dolls!"


By the time I got back to my girls, I was carrying this box with a brand new girl in it and took a picture because I thought it was so strange that I was literally in a pile of Blythes already.

I have to say, I am really gobsmacked. L had told me my Christmas present was on its way but I blanked so hard until I saw my nickname on the box! I literally thought, "Oh my God, I bought her and blocked it out, didn't I??"


This gorgeous creature has fluffy, immensely curly hair (which badly needs a treatment, as per usual, but is happily knot-free) and interestingly has the same low gaze on her pink set of front-facing chips that Coco Collette does. I am so intimidated by her glamorous Gossip Girl-ian feel. It's crazy how different and unique every Blythe feels in person.

I wonder what her name will be? I wonder what kind of gal she is?? I'm so surprised I'm struck dumb and am staring at her respectfully from a distance! Never did I dream my day would go this way.
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