I went in just to repurchase my eyeliner. I went out with two lipsticks, one eyeshadow pencil, one eyepencil, two nailpolishes and a complimentary makeup-bag on the house. Oh! and naturally the eyeliner...

What happened? Sale happened.



50% off on Chanel products isn't something you can ignore, can you? So basically it wasn't 'my fault' and one must be proud of my bargain hunting skills. Really. It took me just one glance with the eye and these wonderful products out of nowhere belonged to me (except for the nailpolishes, those are my mum's. But ya know what they say, sharing is caring). And besides, in what other way could I have celebrated Mademoiselle's birthday? This is most appropiate, I'd think. She might even be a little bit proud.*





That day I'd started a treasure hunt after the perfect brown lipstick (for those real 1920's vibes). I'd almost given up when we walked into our local perfumery (which also sells makeup. Don't they all?) when my mum spotted the neatly hided away Chanel sale corner with -and I kid you not- a perfect brown lipstick. And a perfect olive green eyeshadow. Not to mention the lovely nailpolishes in those unusual colours and... well, you get the jizz.....


When the sales assistent greets you with 'Ah, Chanel girl! How do you do?', you've probably done something wrong with your life. Or good. It's a debatable matter. But I don't think she'll be seeing me anytime soon. Not until the next sale at least. ;)

Love,
Dominique


*Yes, I've been sitting on this post since August. My butt hurts.