I recently became a freelance makeup artist for Chanel, which if that isn't dangerous in itself, leaves me with more money burning a hole in my pocket. The latest Chanel collection is to die for, (rich and vibrant hues and shadow sticks that take you from sweet girly girl for day to sexy vixen by night).  I forced myself to leave the store without buying a thing once my appointments ended - but that won't last long, trust me I am making my list.  And if that wasn't bad enough I found the cutest kitchen and dining items at Anthro over the weekend.  I was pretty tempted to just move right into the store.  Cheeky measuring cups and spoons, dainty plates and a rolling pin that would make me want to bake every day.

And so... My list got even longer.  What I did buy (after trying and falling in love with) was the mascara of all mascaras. And the name says it all...Better Than Sex.  Yep. That's what it's called. And rightly so.  My lashes never looked so happy.