Fruity Blush

No woman can deny the allure of packaging when shopping for cosmetics. The makeup mainstays (I’m not talking about Dior Mascara Flash for hair here; oh dear God, no) come in a variety of compacts and boxes, which in some cases, become keepsakes and collectibles. Some women are attracted to the sleek minimalism of NARS eyeshadow palettes. Other women love the lab look of Prescriptives foundations. The all-things-French of T. LeClerc powders. The art nouveau stylings of Lipstick Queen lip sheers. Even the utilitarian chic of Carmex balm.

Me, I tend to love anything that’s bold and graphic. Type and colour. Simple and seductive. Far from gimmick and girly-girl. Just plain glamorous.

The blushes from U.K.-based line, Aura Cosmetics entirely addresses my sense and sensibility. The blushes are contained in black boxes with pink, red, and yellow cherries illustrated as silhouettes. A justified sans-serif font frames the cherry pictorail, top to bottom. A small cutout window displays the colour of the blush, set in a clear-blue compact. (A pool of powder perfection!)

As if to reinforce the graphic minimalism of the packaging, Aura Cosmetic founder Rebbeca Merrifield, has only launched the Line with three blush colours; from top to bottom, Peach Fizz, Pink Apple Blossom, and Cherry Bombe. The blushes are a precise range of pinks complimentary to every skin tone. Exemplary basics evident by the striking package design.

Information about the designer responsible for the branding of Aura Cosmetics can be found on the website in the “Links” Section. It is a must see! (JCCI features the work of graphic designer Jenny Campbell-Colquhoun. A diverse portfolio showcases projects in print where logos are eclipsed by strong photography art direction and whimsical type studies.)

In Canada, a closer look however can be had at Pir Cosmetics–a mainstay for flushed women of every taste–where the Aura range is sold and cosmetic packaging of all kind, is available to behold.

Purple bags delish

Lately, for no apparent reason, I’ve been feeling down. Nothing is really wrong; I just can’t seem to escape the dark cloud I’m under. (Truthfully, I think I’m coming down from a big adrenaline kick in trying to deal with too much all at once.) All I know is, it feels like I’m having a delayed February reaction in the middle of summer and that just doesn’t seem right.

Believe it or not, colour is usually what cures it for me. Actually, I think that’s why I can’t handle the grey of overcast days (even though it’s the BEST for taking photographs). I think it’s because grey skies tint the landscape into a dullness where life once was; buried, blanketed, and bed-ridden. (B.C., are you reading this?) Just a little bit of poppy pink, flecked-hosta green, and candy-orange tiger lily are the exact things that perk me up when I’m down and dumpy, rabbit hole and all, and what feels like light years away (and then too close) to planet earth, the hearth, and all of it.

Since the weather has been acting funny in them these parts, the summer blooms have been coming and going at an alarming rate, rarely in sync with other flora, and so the palette I’m hunting for hasn’t really happened as expected. I’ve been cheating however. I’ve been spending time at Sephora ogling at all the pretty eye shadows set in sleek, black display cases. I’ve been zig-zagging my way through the accessories section at H+M and looking at what hit of “pop” can make the old feel new again. Oh, and I’ve been hanging around Williams-Sonoma; looking at the Emile Henry sets that are on sale, patting down orange-and-green striped dish towels, reading the ingredients on the back of the Sprinkles pre-made cupcake mix containers, and foolishly bringing up scented liquid soaps–completely sealed in plastic containers–right up to my nose, thinking that I’ll get a whiff of Meyer lemon and lavender amazingness if I just inhale hard enough.

So, I’ve been shopping, but on a leash. I call it RRT: Restricted Retail Therapy. (I’m trademarking that too!)

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There’s a three-item checklist every girl should know of when scoping out the opposite sex.

One, the shoes the person is wearing. (Didn’t Madonna say something about loving Antonio Banderas until she got to his feet? Antonio’s cowboy boots pushed Madge away, but made room for Melanie, which makes you think about how shoes could very well be indicative of a person’s character.)

Two; eyebrows, the signpost of every face, every expression. I don’t think the eyebrow grooming or non-grooming is as clear-cut as the shoe-insight-to-character observation, but about masculinity in general. Too tweezed? He might be on the same team. A unibrow? A little more complicated. To explain:

The unibrow definitely has that macho-male, East-European-or-Mediterranean, domineering-old-school vibe that can hover anywhere from fatherly and committed to abusive and stubborn. The real test to see of which he’s which, is to watch how he treats his mother. Run to him, or away from him, accordingly; then count your blessings, either way!

Third; his haircut or hair style, which runs the gamut of accepting baldness, too groomed, no hygiene, and so forth. The hair cue is a bit more obvious, and more like the shoe scenario, ranging from the narcissist to the insecure, the slob to the disrespectful.

Since the checklist has now become second nature to me, I figure it might be the same for others who are observing me too. That’s why I like to throw them for a loop. That’s why I like to straighten my otherwise-curly hair.

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