Showing posts with label Lip Treatment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lip Treatment. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Tinted Balm Battle: Fresh Sugar Rose vs Burt Bee's Tinted Lip Balm

Vee





This winter I decided to step away from my usual lip liner + gloss formula and try something a little softer, a little gentler and a little less likely to leave lip prints on my wine glass. Tinted balm seemed just the ticket. Burt's Bees Tinted Lip Balm had good buzz (ba dum dum) in the beauty community, and I'd just gotten Fresh's Sugar Lip Treatment in Rose from Sephora for my birthday so the time was perfect for a head to head match up.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Just Bitten - In the Ass: Revlon Lip Stain

Metric Jenn





Whilst wandering aboot (ahem...sorry AB-AH-OUT) Shopper's Drug Mart, I stumbled upon the Revlon display. I had my eyes peeled for new lip-colours, stains, sticks, and glosses because I was running dangerously low on lip-stuffs at only 26 products. The Just Bitten campaign caught my eyes, and I was completely intrigued by the idea of a marker used on my lips.

Seriously you guys, in the store I examined the product intently...it is a bloody MARKER for your lips. And on the other end it's a clear, 1 inch of balm stick. There were 10 colours to choose from, and I merrily selected "Mystical". How absolutely, all-encompassingly intriguing! 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Lips Like Jagger: Fresh Sugar Lip Treatments

Author: Metric Jenn

Well, it seems like my lot in life is to purchase really expensive things. This lip tint is but one link the the ever-growing chain of my debt due to beauty products. The things I do for the good of society, the internet, and my lips. But enough of my fake-whining - ON TO THE STORY!

Once again, it was a lazy evening at the mall with a friend of mine. She insisted on stopping in Sephora to pick up some mineral powder and ...whatever else...mostly when Sephora is brought up my eyes glaze over, buzzing starts in my ears and I’m led zombie-like in that direction with my credit card magically appearing in my hand. I love Sephora, and through my undead haze, I had a semi-conscious thought. “Must not buy expensive things and destroy my hopes of paying off my credit card” was the general gist of it.