Monday, August 14, 2006
Fantasy. Or Nightmare.
My new internship requires a deep love and appreciation for beauty products. Um, check. But they sort of have to be natural, organic beauty products. Of course, these earn my love as well. But. I have to admit I'm really no taskmaster when it comes to what I will and will not obsess over and buy. For instance. My most favorite perfume is Fantasy, "created" (I'm dubious about her contributions to this masterpiece) by none other than the world's bestest mom, Britney Spears. I seriously adore this stuff. It smells - all at the same time - like cupcakes and watermelon and flowers and white chocolate and cotton candy and all things good in the world. I want to eat my wrist off it smells so good. Another bonus is that it lasts on your skin and clothes all day, but not in a trampy, overpowering way. And it never gives me a headache - a common complaint I have with most perfumes. My only worry is wearing this stuff around the office. I will for sure get a compliment on it and what do I say then? Do I dare utter the name of the woman that makes environmentalists and do-gooders everywhere shudder? Nah. I lurve you Brit, but not that much.