If you know me at all, you know I am not a girly girl. Never have been. I have the most precious picture of me when I was about two in a red and white gingham dress and little blond pigtails...and skinned knees. I am that girl. The tree climber. The sports fan. The "I can get ready in 20 minutes including a shower" girl.

That being said, I do have a confession to make: I. Love. Sephora. I could spend hours testing out all of the fabulous colors of eyeshadow and lip gloss. I usually end up leaving with something ridiculous like gold eyeshadow (I mean, really, where do I go that I am
ever going to wear this?) or yet another kind of shampoo and conditioner (another confession: I have four different kinds of shampoo and conditioner in my shower right now). When I walk in there, it makes me happy. Plus, you've got to love a store that sells a make up line with this name. (Thanks Christy for letting me borrow the Brian Fuller Thumbs Up for this picture!)

Author's Note: If I ever get to the letter S on my ABC's of Happiness post, I will for sure mention Sephora, but I just thought it needed its own post today.


keila said…
Pocket said…
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Pocket said…
Aggghh! I hate that store! I feel so self conscious when I go in there! It is WAY too smart for me. I get my make up from Target or the old lady Lancome counter. Those Sephora girls are fierce! Yipes!

(Had to delete my last post because of a typo...I'm anal like that.)
Anonymous said…
I'm most entranced by the name of that brand...

I wonder if it lives up to the moniker?



PS, I should have gotten the eye shadow. *kicks dirt*

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