If the postings concerning my nails and purses weren’t an indication, this will certainly seal the deal. I’m a girly girl. I have been my whole life. Always wanted pretty nails, pretty hair, pretty purses, pretty jewelry. I think I got my first monogrammed purse as a gift when I turned 6, my first gold ring (other than my baby ring) when I turned 5…you get the idea.
I love Mary Kay. This is a pitcure of my skin and beauty care cabinet. It’s all MK. I’m actually a dealer, but I only place orders twice a year so I can get my stuff half price – but really that’s an different story all together.
Some day, Tara, too, will love Mary Kay.
Do you think this might be a sickness of some kind? The first step toward recovery is admitting you have a problem…
For instance, I just spent $76 ordering palm and eucalyptus trees. Is that a problem? No.
See?
Someone came in and messed up the color coding of this cabinet. They put some golds with the pinks, and completely messed up the reds. That must be tough.
I keep waiting for some clever comment to come, but all I can say is – that’s a lot of pink! Couldn’t you replace all that with one bottle of olive oil?
Ha!
Little known fact: Actually Mary Jane played a key role in the developement of this bizarre phenoumenon known as the Mary Kay Cult Line … I mean Cosmetic Line.
(Hey, I’ve been to one of those weekly consultant meetings … it’s scary!)
Yea…those meetings are scary…they nearly kept me from signing up, but I couldn’t pass up the 50% off deal, and once I got through the initial scary bombardment of strange women calling me…it’s been all good.