Ah how I miss the days of hanging out at the Encore garden. If I must recommend an over the top, fantastic, swanky hotel in Vegas, that is it. Restaurants: ridiculously good, decor: extra fancy (and modern), casino: less smoke than any other, customer service: off the charts. What’s not to love. Just look at my “satisfied customer” pose and you shall be convinced.
I’ve been trying to find the perfect way to store my makeup for at least ten years now, no joke. The day has finally come when I don’t have to look through multiple powder dirty makeup bags to never find the right brush when I need it (a week later it’ll appear behind something somewhere in my bathroom), because some genius posted a picture of brushes buried in coffee beans on a website. I can’t remember the name for the life of me. Heart ya whoever you may be.
This, my friends is the best brush holder ever invented, I promise! I’ve seen something similarly done at Sephora, but even so. First of all, it does the job of putting your artsy tools at easy reach like no other, it looks fabulous and smells amazing. All for $14 doletas total ($7 for two thrifted glass vases and another $7 for a coffee bean bag purchased at the grocery store. It’s a winner.
This was so easy to make I feel kind of silly laying out instructions, but for the sake of keeping it informational, here ya go:
- Pour coffee in its most solid form in one, two or how many you need glass vases. Make sure you leave half an inch or even more of glass uncovered on top so the coffee beans don’t overflow once add brushes to the equation. Mine is kinda a little too full because I don’t follow my own instructions.
- Start burying your brushes with the hair up one by one in your vase.
I made two vases. One for smaller brushes and another for the big guys. Do I have enough counter space in my bathroom? Of course not, but most likely I’ll either showcase them one at a time or just keep both in the cabinets. It’ll be a mystery where the freshly brewed coffee scent comes from.
- If you’d like to keep it neat, line your brushes up according to your preferences. I went with purpose (facial in one line, eye in another). For better visibility, stadium seating alignment will do the trick (higher in the back, lower in the front).
Because I also have the same problem finding my pencil-liners I figured, why not throw them in too? It’s so much easier spotting the right colors this way and perhaps, grabbing the right one for a change (the mental picture of me lining my lips with black eye-liner remains vivid in my memory). Just say it… another genius idea. Only this time I thought of it first. Finally!
That’s where I rang up the New Year, amongst some of my closest friends and around lots of gambling…machines. It’s no secret I’m less Black Jack winner profile and more Sex and the City slots type: “If you win Carrie, you win Big”. I said this phrase (totally unintentionally) when I spotted the machine and now I’m attached (hence the repetition on twitter and now here. Anyways, indulging inconveniently great food, ordering raspberry cosmos and crying at Celine Dion live on the other hand, my specialty. But enough about my New Year, how did you spend yours?
Nope, you’re not crazy nor am I wearing hair extensions. It just happens to be from before Christmas (sorry about the delay in posting). My hair remains short and healthy (for now anyways). How excited was I to be stepping on actual snow? No words can describe it. But I’ll try: it’s a feeling of taking ownership in wearing a fur hat, high stockings and rain boots at once. Get it?
Before pushing on the door nob I made sure to check the board to see if there were any additional promos I could pair up with my gift card (I’m cheap like that). A trio tan sounds great and a make-up update sounds marvelous, but right after the Holidays when my money has long vanished, not gonna lie, a little extra incentive would have been nice. But that was okay cause I had my gift card.
Anybody else want to move in this place? It’s so freaking adorable. While I waited, I didn’t really. They invited me to sit down and put on some of their core products: face cream, primer, powder, blush. All of which felt nice on the skin and look no less darling. Most products stayed within the $30 mark, so not that bad.
Here you can see Jessica working her magic on another client. Before I could pucker my lips I was sitting on that very same chair. The moment I’d been waiting for, the first time I’d let an American touch my eyebrows (no prejudice, it always seemed easier and logical to go to the ones who invented it (Brazilian wax). Wait, we invented wax down there… nervermind! The thin eyebrow scare had me doubting American brow waxes. Sad but true.
Living in the Midwest has forced me into many odd situations, like not being able to order chicken hearts at the restaurant. What’s that about? But it’s also served to show me I can survive it all. Do I regret it? No, Jessica did an awesome job (I dosed of on the chair quite a few times I was so relaxed) and I love how my brows turned out.
I’ll say the sales pitch felt a little pushy at times, but I guess that’s part of the whole experience and a very personal take by me. You go, get your beauty treatment going and take home the supplies. Maybe I was a little thrown back because I was there solely to try the brow bar.
Once I got to the register, an inconvenient surprise: my gift card which would expire no later than two days later wasn’t valid for Friday nights. My fault for have completely forgotten this, rules are rules, I understand. But thinking on the customer service side, cutting me a little slack would have left a lasting impression on a first timer, compulsive at times, shopaholic Lulu.
The verdict: This is a great place to come get an eyebrow wax. I’d come back for that reason alone. Treatment prices are reasonable. Extensive variety of beauty products, pushy sales pitch friendly staff but average costumer service.
Where? 1616 N Damen Ave (between Milwaukee Ave & North Ave) Chicago, IL 60647
Remember when it was a cold day and I we out to learn ice skating? That day I was wearing a side french braid which a tutorial for has been requested. The wait is over boys (with long hair) and girls. You’ll need two clear elastic bands and you should be good to go:
Say hello to my new bob. While I was away for Christmas, my aunt Debby who’s a hair dresser took matters into her
scissors hands to save what was left of healthy anything on my head. Counteless rounds of relaxers, color and bleach later my hair was feeling more like my Barbie doll’s synthetic head. Not good. Surprisingly I didn’t think much of what I wanted before sitting in the chair and letting Debby work her magic. I’m very happy with the outcome. Classic, short, sleek, healthy. Very Anna (Wintour)