Bullets over Seventh Avenue

Hey girlies,
First, let me apologize for being so MIA (by "so MIA," I am not referring to rocking the mic while crowning). It's been a particularly rich couple of weeks for me. After kicking the flu, I came down with a relentless, rude migraine that landed me in the hospital--and then I returned home this weekend to a completely crashed computer! Lost everything, including my temper. Don't look at me like that! I have a gassy three-month-old, I can't be expected to remember to BACK UP! Anyway, Sunshine installed a new hardrive last night, and I'm back in business. My mind is still a bit scrambled, though, so I must communicate through bullets.

* I haven't had time to properly peruse the gossip sites, but Chris Brown? I can't. Someone help me understand what happened.


* La Lina is now cooing like crazy! Yesterday, she let loose a smile-y stream of babble that I interpreted to mean: "I'm so proud of my kitten footsies! Will you please show them to your SYB Babes so they can understand how chic I am?" Only following her wishes, girls.


* The lovely nurses at the hospital kept putting these cold compresses my head--you know, the kind you shake up and scrunch and they miraculously turn cold? Anyway, they leaked some sort of crazy acid on my forehead, and burned the s&*t out of my skin. I mean, REALLY. It was a flaky, raw, red, chapped mess. I've heard from a zillion makeup artists that they always carry Elizabeth Arden Eight Hour Cream ($25) in their kits for emergencies. Now, this vitamin E and antioxidant-infused cream is truly a multi-tasking miracle worker. Not only does it soothe and moisturize cracked, irritated skin, it also doubles as a cuticle cream and FABULOUS lip balm. And they just came out with a super-cute vintage edition (very Betty Page-luxe)! Anyway, the second I got home I slathered this stuff all over my forehead. Three days later, I'm not just healed--my skin is unbelievably smooth and soft. FYI, Elizabeth Arden makes an Eight Hour Cream Lip Protectant Stick Sheer Tint SPF 15 ($17) that's kind of brilliant, too.


* Speaking of brilliance, the genius muchachitas at Tarte have just launched their Tarte Bottoms Up Lower Lash Mascara ($16). You heard me right...a mascara specifically formulated to sex up your lower lashes!! Honestly, it's like the Tarte ladies sit around and think, what spiffy thing can we invent that'll make women wonder how they ever lived without it? As you know, I'm deeply lash-obsessed, and I fully believe that everyone looks better after coating on a slut-tastic amount of black mascara--but the bottom lashes always pose a problem. Even if I manage to find a mascara that makes me look like I actually HAVE bottom lashes, it invariably gets all smudge-y and couples with my undereye concealer in a most unseemly way. This Lower Lash Mascara solves both problems! The brush is super-tiny and manages to define every single lash, and the formula is flake-free and smear-proof. Voila: a super-defined, sexy look that lasts all day. I've taken to using it on those short lashes in the inner corners of my top lid, too. Love this stuff.

* Seriously, with ALL the characters and ALL the story lines in "He's Just Not That Into You," they couldn't come up with a single person or couple of color? I mean, does Hollywood really think the world is this white? Shocking, really.

That's all! Love ya, mean it!

xoxo,
Tia