Well. Hello. I know it’s been a while. I wish I had an interesting excuse, like a holiday, or competing in the Olympics (I would win gold at competitive crisp consumption). But no. I’ve been flat out with work, nothing any more exciting than that. I’ve eaten some crisps too.
So. Many of you will know that I have a fairly sizeable makeup collection. These days I’m not as au fait with new releases as I used to be but I keep a (lined) eye out. One of the reasons I stopped blogging about beauty stuff was because I was at saturation point. I owned every nail polish colour known to modern man (including shades of baby poop, and a creamy pale yellow shade, called, erm, “Load”).
These days, I’m more inclined to find something I like, and stick to it. This explains why I own the same dress in four different colours, and two identical pairs of pleather leggings from River Island. Despite my increasing irritation at my iPad behaving like a needy child every few hours and demanding to be backed up, the phenomenon of backing up everything material in my life is strong.
I buy my moisturiser and makeup remover by the litre, multiples of them, mainly to justify the postage but also just in case I run out, or worse, they get discontinued. This is why shopping in Lidl is bad news for someone like me. I found some amazing cheese crisps there once. Fell in love. Never seen them again. The heart wants what the heart wants.
So. I stockpile perfume and foundation every time I go through duty free. It was a hard thing, trying to find a foundation I liked. But then I did. And then they went and reformulated it. In this case, the wondrous Dior Forever, it was actually for the better, but I felt physically ill when I heard they were planning to mess with my holy grail (or “HG”, as beauty bloggers abbreviate it to) foundation.
It’s not that I don’t like change. But I don’t like change.
It took me the best part of thirty-mumble years to find a lipstick that I actually like. I don’t like bright colours on me, it’s too high-maintenance and I hate seeing a red ring of lipstick on my sandwich.
But hallelujah! On a recent trip to New York, I found it. The perfect lipstick. It’s by cult brand Anastasia Beverly Hills, in the shade Pure Hollywood. It’s the perfect mauvey nude, stays put, doesn’t rub off on my sandwich, and doesn’t require hours of buffing and balming beforehand.
I didn’t know if I’d like it, so I only bought one tube. Ive seriously had a word with myself since then. A serial checker of things, I frequently have to make sure my bag contains all my important things – phones, cables, purse, keys, and this bloody lipstick. It truly is my HG.
So naturally, you can’t buy it in the UK. Well, you can…
I decided to take a leap of faith, and turned to eBay. I bought one from a seller that seemed reputable.
Here’s what I got. The bottom one is my well loved legit item from Sephora & the top one is allegedly the same thing. Totally different colours, and it stank. Really bad. No way it was the real deal (although the packaging was pretty good). A fake!
The seller then had the balls to tell me that MY version was a fake and that I’d only get a refund if I sent their item back. Sigh. Dispute opened, item sent back. It ended up costing me money as I had to post the bloody thing back to them, which I wasn’t refunded.
So, my search for the holy grail continues. I’ve had friends in the US scouring Macy’s and the Sephora website for me. I’ve been stalking websites over here. And this is the only shade that is perpetually out of stock. So it’s like a personal vendetta now. But also exciting, in a perverse way.
How do I know that I couldn’t just stroll up the road to Boots and find something else? Well, I don’t. But I’ve spent too much money over the years in my quest for the holy makeup grail to settle for anything else. Would anyone else notice, care, or think differently about me if I decided to use something different? No. But I like what I like…
Don’t worry though. My house isn’t like one of those that you see on Extreme Couponing, or like Richard Madeley’s millennium bunker. The crisps don’t last long enough for that.
What’s your holy grail? What do you buy in bulk? What lengths have you gone to to get hold of something you love? Tell me I’m not alone.