Hiiiiiiii! The ten or so of you who read us were probably starting to wonder if we were really coming back, but against all odds (the odds being sheer laziness and distance), here we are. Because we need to talk about the annual VIB sale at Sephora that happened this past weekend. Girl, it was LIT. All the holiday palettes and limited editions are out, a tiny capsule of Colourpop products are in select stores, and VIBs got 20% off EVERYTHANG. It’s truly the most wonderful time of the year. Read More
Once upon a time, Taylor did not care so much about her hair. She used to let me cut it in our disgusting college apartment bathroom after multiple gin and tonics, with the same scissors I used to open packages of batteries for my Discman and cut the tags off my new Forever 21 gear. The atrocities I carried out on her head as a result of this were many, so much so that I even apologized to her for it during my maid of honor speech at her wedding many years later.
Hellooooooo everybody! We’re back! Sorry we’ve been so spotty with the posts recently. There’s a lot of big shit happening personally for both of us, but hopefully there won’t be any more interruptions for awhile. Thanks for hanging in there with your girls.
Since we last wrote, summer has officially arrived. It’s been surprisingly mild here in Georgia this June, but the heat is ramping up, and it’s not gonna break until October. Say goodbye to dry skin and brittle hair and hello to a constant sweat-mask and chlorine wrecking your dye job! Read More
I’m one of those people who improves vastly with a little makeup–although I love a full face, as you probably know by now, even a touch of foundation and some mascara does wonders for me. And in the last few years, “no-makeup makeup” has become a staple in beauty magazines, on Instagram, and in real life. The goal is to look like you, just better (and we’ll talk about how fucked up that sentiment is another time). But here’s the catch: most no-makeup looks… actually involve a ton of makeup and are super labor intensive, which, like, what? Betch, I’m lazy.
Happy Tuesday, babies! In this month’s installment of Gimme Face! we’re talking masks. The seed for this post was planted by our lovely reader Lindsey, who asked us on Facebook for a good facial mask to detox from a cold. I recommended Queen Helene’s Mint Julep Masque, which is a minty, purifying classic, but I was also reminded that I LOVE MASKS. They are a regular part of my skincare routine, and I’m always ready to try a new one. And thus, this week’s post was born: what if I combined my love of face goop with my love of a bargain? Naturally, LC came along on this adventure with me. Because she has beautiful skin, she’s still a novice when it comes to the wonderful world of masks, and it was nerdily exciting to me to help her sort through all of her options. Read More
As you’ve probably guessed by now, I’m into makeup. Like, really into it. While Lindsey is obsessed with researching any and everything that interests her, that’s not really my speed–except when it comes to cosmetics. I read makeup boards, have at various points subscribed to multiple beauty sample services (at the moment, budget constraints mean I’m just doing Ipsy), and I can spend hours in an Instagram K-hole looking at pictures and videos posted by beauty gurus. Those beauty gurus, especially, are my crack. Their poreless skin, their impossibly radiant highlighter, their microbladed eyebrows, their absurdly expensive fake lashes: I love it all, and almost everything I’ve learned is thanks to genetically blessed twenty-somethings who refer to a single blackhead as a “breakout.” Read More
We’re all feeling it lately. The heavy, suffocating dread perched squarely on our chests every night as we’re lying in bed. The shame and burden of our collective failures as a society like a cat with its bony-ass elbow digging into our sternum, preventing us from sleep. We blew it, you guys. We blew it bad. And it’s hard to think about anything else. So, in that spirit, Taylor and I decided not to reward you with sugar-coated Valentine’s treats today, but rather some bleak forecasting of our impending doom as a civilization. Yay! Welcome to the future! But not a cool tech future with hoverboards and flying cars and shit. No, this is more like a cross between 1984 and Idiocracy. Orwellian in its authoritarianism and propensity for doublespeak, and Idiocracian because BETSY DEVOS.
As Taylor and I have mentioned before, we don’t want this blog to be about just us, we want it to be about you, too (but definitely not U2). We know you ladies have something to say about style, and we want to hear what it is. And frankly, we’re getting a little tired of our own faces as of late, and I am pretty sure that my neighbors think I’m insane because they have caught me on multiple occasions standing in my driveway with a selfie stick trying to figure out how to get my whole outfit into a picture. Living that blog lifestyle is embarrassing af sometimes y’all.
Well fam, it’s Tuesday, and you know what that means – you’re one day closer to Sunday brunch… aaaand a new TST post! We decided to give the people what they want and show y’all some clothes this week since we do fancy ourselves a style blog and we were naked last week, on a break the week before that, and then pretty much just complaining about stuff in our last post of December. Read More
Although we as a nation are divided, after perusing social media on New Year’s Eve, it seems there’s one thing we can all agree on: 2016 was a dumpster fire and is cordially invited to go fuck itself. As relieved as Lindsey and I are to see the backside of the shitshow of these last twelve months, though, there are a lot of reasons 2017 is likely to be just as rough a ride, which is why in our first post of the year, we want to talk to you about the importance of self-care. Read More