These are a Few of My Favorite Things

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So, one of my favorite places to shop is Nordstroms because there customer service is above and beyond, free shipping, and easy returns with no interrogation or suspicion that you are trying to con them. I can happily shop and try new things and be assured that if I don’t like it, I can return it. (I rarely return, but I like to know I can.)

So Nordstroms sent me a few sample with my last purchase and I loved two of them:

  1. An miraculous product–Clinique Beyond Perfecting Foundation / Concealer. This stuff is amazing! It makes my skin look like peaches and cream.
  2. Nars Orgasm Blush–and I didn’t fall in love with it because of the name. It’s a beautiful soft blush that makes your face look like it’s glowing.

Orgasm rocks my world!

So I got a box today and somehow I mixed up my order and instead of the above, I got something called Clinique Chubby in the Nude. I thought maybe someone was trying to send me a message, but I tried it anyway and I LOVED IT! I’ll keep it and order the other one too.

Chubby in the Nude! Love the name!! (Could be my nickname!)

And of course my favorite lipstick on the planet–Dark Side by MAC.

Dark Side and the cutest little wine glass on the planet! (I got it in New Orleans)
Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.

Welcome to my World.

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