Megken here- I have a problem with antiperspirant. When I was younger I used the white kinds with the aluminum in them, I am not sure what that is, I mean I know what aluminum is but not the version or form of it that is put in deodorant to stop you from sweating.
I always pictured someone grinding up aluminum cans into a powder and mixing it into my under arm stick. I heard many bad things about aluminum, like it causes Alzheimer disease. Eventually, I had to stop using it when I got little red itchy bumps. I developed some sort of allergy. That's strange because the only thing I know I am allergic to is penicillin.
I started using a deodorant called Desert Essence Tea Tree Oil Deodorant with lavender oil. I like the smell of the lavender and I don't think it's girlie. Lavender is also considered in aroma therapy to have a calming effect, so I guess it's handy to have on my body if I get stressed out I can smell my pits.
Gigi here! Okay, let’s be candid and have a “Dr. Phil moment" now. I’ve cheated several times throughout the years. It wasn’t always pretty and there were repercussions and damage control to do afterward. I didn’t discuss my episodes with others but wondered how many others did what I did. Some were brief dalliances, and then I had full-throttle love affairs whose pleasures nearly justified my deceit. Before I go further, I’m talking about using different facial soaps and skin cleansers throughout my life, never staying loyal to just one—what were you thinking? For shame!
In high school, Cuticura’s deep blue and Neutrogena’s golden bar soaps kept my skin clear. Another wonder? Ivory soap, pure and simple. Before I am run out of this site by a group of wilding Megheads, please listen. I’ve had more women with flawless complexions tell me that they have used only Ivory and that less is more. My only question with the brand is why a bar that is 99 and 44/100% pure stings my eyes so viciously. It must be something in the missing .56%.
A wise reader of this site, hao9703, e-mailed me and mentioned that she has run the gamut when it comes to cleansing, from Kinerase (can you say “mucho dinero down the draino?”) to Cetaphil® and asked if there is much difference between drugstore and department store formulas. She is a wise steward of her resources. Her message told me that she fully comprehended why I try to point out that women often—not always—pay mainly for name recognition and packaging and I did a dance of joy. Without a dissection of formulas, more products than you know have the same key ingredients and only the names and places where they are purchased differentiate them. Thank you for writing and allowing me to come clean, literally and figuratively. My favorite all-time cleansers have included Cetaphil® for years now and I was ecstatic that you mentioned it. I had meant to critique it a long time ago. Their slogan is “Every Age. Every Stage. Every Day.” Gee, I wish I had thought of that because it’s absolutely true.
Hello ladies! This is Eleni. Hope you had a wonderful Halloween, without losing any of your precious makeup products while partying. It's hard not to lose anything though. I mean, who can carry a purse on Halloween and how many costumes have pockets? Yep, not many (*making kangaroo mental note for next year*). You know what I'm getting at. We have discovered the perfect unloseable makeup product - may I introduce you to the Yoyo Lip Gloss!
The day we got our Yoyo lip gloss samples here at megsmakeup.com, I was so excited that Meg got a bit scared. She's never seen me get so excited about a lip gloss again, which makes total sense since we get and try SO many lip glosses it's ridiculous. But I've read so much about the Yoyo lip gloss and have gotten so curious about it that I couldn't help myself.
Meg here! Compacts in theory are so convenient. Everything that you would need to put your best face forward right at the tips of your dainty fingers? All in one in a gem of pink and mesh lace? The only problem is when companies just don't get the shades right. The value goes away when you only are using 2 of the 6 eye shadows because-Magenta for everyday eyes? Really.
I'm trying to help you all out that got the "Secret Santa" bug and when the budget is under $20 I have got a goodie that will make you the beauty hero! "Bella's Powder Room" gets it right. Each pan of color is wearable for everyday for anyone. NINE EYESHADOWS that can be mixed matched and blended to make endless combinations! SIX LIPGLOSSES that are flattering shades that you'll actually want to wear! FOUR CHEEK COLORS from pinks to bronzes.
The presentation is fit for a queen's powder room and it would look amazing in my boudoir! Yes, I admit, my bedroom is all pink and mirrored furniture and girly FABULOUSNESS! It takes a very secure man to be able to handle spending time in my art deco lair!
Gigi here! Tommy Townsend became my first love when we were eight years old. I will admit that there were others before him, like Gino, Robert, and Joey, who competed daily to spend their own milk money in order to purchase cartons of orange drink, potato chips, and long pretzel sticks for me at recess. The others, I am ashamed to admit, I used for treats. But Tommy was "the one."
Our relationship started in the typical way. Always seated behind me in alphabetical order, he would pull my hair, write with his finger on my back (that was daring and we were never caught), and hide my red rubber snow boots. That tickled me pink and outside waiting for the bus I began to kick him--he came back for more. I knew he was committed to me in the summer between third and fourth grades, as he circled my house at least five times daily and would call, "Sommers! Looking for Sommers! Are you in there?" I was generally in the backyard with a group of girls and highly flattered. He called for me in front of his buddies. We were a younger version of Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers destined to be together.
Gigi here! I must admit that I am just becoming a devotee of natural and organic beauty products, our focus for today, for one particular reason. Actually, I "went green" long before it was in vogue and it did not have a happy ending. This true story is on my profile here, remains etched in my mind's all-time moments of humiliation, and bears repeating for those of you who most likely haven't read it.
My auburn hair is probably one of my best features. Some years ago, I went to a stylist. As he trimmed my locks and admired the color variations of my virgin strands, he suggested that I strip it entirely and then dye it to make it even more glossy, more eye-catching. I plead temporary insanity as I followed his advice. Horrors. Horrors beyond horrors! I didn't dream of what would happen, but wound up sobbing a new river into existence. My hair was white--not blonde. My husband tried to be sincerely sympathetic but guffawed instead. I went to my sister's for empathy, needing to cry on her shoulder. Her young sons laughed themselves silly, rolling around on the carpeting, squealing in their high-pitched voices, "Mommy! Daddy! Aunt Gigi looks just like Billy Idol!" The problem was they were absolutely precise with their description. All I needed was a spiked dog collar, brass knuckles, black leather everything, and a slew of heavy chains to be his groupie. This couldn't be happening to me . . . someone wake me when this is over. So another brilliant scheme came to mind--I would travel to my local beauty store and purchase a few bottles of hair dye to mimic the multi-tonal hues of my natural hair. I bought several different shades and was assured that I could undo the damage by the saleswoman (also supposed to be a beauty advisor). What I was not told is that these colors have base undertones and I chose some with yellow and others with blue. Recall the Zip Lock commercial? Yellow and blue make green! Goodbye Billy, hello leprechaun Gigi! My hair rivaled the emerald hills of Ireland.
Gigi here! Don't mess with this Drugstore Deals Reviewer! I will climb Mt. Everest or swim the English Channel to find cutting-edge deals to keep you lovely. Though generally non-combative, I have been known to wrestle another shopper to the floor to obtain the last remaining item in a display if I plan to review it. My mind is a living Rolodex for the latest and best in beauty I've seen in countless magazines and in other media. For what? For the elite, the proud, the stunning readers who were wise enough to join this utopian site. "Magnificent Meg Heads" rule here! They rule everywhere!
But I didn't need to scour the planet or my barren building pretending to function as a drugstore this time. I had a serendipitous moment in the The Medicine Shoppe (yes, we do have one other drugstore but the concentration here is on pharmaceuticals and over-the-counter medications). I had a sore throat and needed antibiotics and picked them up here. This entire staff works hard, very hard to fill prescriptions so quickly that I swear they're clairvoyant. They seem to know what you need before you tell them! Scary.
Meg here! I know Costco isn't a drugstore but it does have a drug section. I found a great deal, even better then 100 rolls of toilet paper for $20.00!
It's funny how you hear something once and then you notice it everywhere. It's not like you ladies don't know that I'm a total sucker for a bargain! So of course I own a Costco card. Why pay $4.99 for 6 pickles when I can pay $7.50 for 60 pickles! I mean, right?
I'm in Costco and then I spot MORE Natural Upper Canada. Two Hand Repair Balms and a Body Lotion for $13.99!! Full Size! I threw a few into my cart-Buying in Bulk Never Felt So Good! I asked the manager and it appears that this is just a deal for the Los Angeleno's. However, read Sweetassgal's review below and fall more in love with the line.
Gigi here! I am "chipped off." I had the chance to return to my wonderful school for a special service and my excitement was akin to a child's on Christmas Eve. I wanted to look perfect and that justified shopping for new clothing and pulling out my big guns, my arsenal of most-loved cosmetics to glow, the ones I keep preserved under glass like a firehose, broken only for emergencies.
Repugnant is the best adjective to describe my nails. Medications, anesthesia, and dyes given to me have wrought devastation. They grow slowly, peel faster than an as-advertised-on-TV onion chopper, and aren't reacting to my dutiful intake of B vitamins. I was running late (nothing new for me) and my favorite nail products were not in the aforementioned treasure chest. I opted to apply an express-dry topcoat as a base, color, and then finished with another layer of speed dry. (Pigment applied to bare nails will tend to leave a hard-to-remove yellow stain behind.) I detest what I call "sheet marks," those free-style swirling designs and lumps resembling the work of Jackson Pollock, the ones you find if your polish doesn't dry thoroughly. None for me. I began to sing "I Feel Pretty," "Isn't She Lovely?" and an edited version of "Werewolves of London" with the line "I saw a werewolf at Trader Vic's; her nails were perfect."
Meg here helping you be beautiful and fancy! My least favorite word in the English language is frugal. It just sounds so vulgar. Makes my skin itch. It was always hard having champagne taste on a beer budget-thankfully I taught myself to like beer.
Beautyticket came along and changed my life! Here I could have the most gorgeously packaged and oohlala items at bargain bin prices. No one had to know that I paid pennies on the dollar for my status symbol lipstick at my status symbol restaurant that I would to with a status symbol man.-Side note, we are still building Megsmakeup.com so I am stuck lugging around a status symbol man here and there until we get this thing off the ground.