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Jan. 7th, 2019 08:47 amWhile waiting for Mums to finish up shopping at the Teeter the other day, I was scrolling through IG and saw an interesting ad for a rotating makeup organizer. I do love a good lazy susan, so I hit Amazon and found quite a few options. Since I wasn't sure this wasn't going to be one of those things that sounds good in theory, looks good when other people do it, but flames out spectacularly for me, I eventually went with this one. I'd really liked the ones with specific slots on top for polish or lipsticks but I also know that my vanity tends to attract dust like craaaaaaazy and that cleaning those compartments would be a PITA. I liked the scalloped edges and figured it was worth a shot. (Won't lie, the translucent ones called my name something fierce.) While I can look at those little diagrams and things and pretty much immediately put a thing together no problem, I can't look at dimensions and tell you how big something is. Even with videos of this thing in use, I still couldn't fully wrap my head around the size other than it should hold my expensive bottle of facial water no problem. I worried it'd be too big.
It's not. The box it came in is about the same height as your average kid's coloring book and while the organizer is taller once assembled, it's not huge. In fact, it could probably stand to be a couple of inches bigger because it's THISCLOSE to holding my eyeshadow palettes but, alas, not quite. I might be able to fiddle with it and get them to work anyway. Well, not the two bigger ones but the others.
Which is the very long winded way of saying I spent yesterday afternoon cleaning and organizing the top of my vanity. It's an offshoot of my bathroom which means I have two sinks. Or would if I didn't have a terrible habit of burying the vanity in junk. Hold your jealousy as the primary sink has pretty much no counter space. None. This took both longer than I thought it would and far less time. Probably because half the stuff I'd thrown up there happened to be books or papers I needed to file away, so that went poof. Then we had clothes which I really need to figure out a better solution for them. I also need to figure out a better way to organize my phones (one ancient one I use as my alarm clock, one is the one I actually use these days, and the other is my previous phone that I still keep because... I dunno, after seven years you get attached?) because the cords/cables just make me twitch now that everything else is mostly clean.
That left the makeup/skincare/whatever stuff. I wound up tossing a few things like eyeliners that I'd either never liked (Cover Girl's Ink'd liner was always trash but it finally dried up and fell out so into the bin it went) or had dried up (farewell, beautiful gold liquid liner), some more glosses that had either turned or just seemed suspect, and samples of things that had either obviously expired or I knew I'd never use and no one around me would either. Seriously, a single use tanning wipe? Where did that even come from?
I did find one of my favorite polishes ever (Maybelline's Gilded Rose) and a few others lurking, so now they're on top of the spinning marvel, waiting for me to decide which color I'm going to use next.
As to the organizer, I mostly like it. I think once I go through my drawer and weed out some more stuff (I suspect there are more than a few lipsticks/balms/whatever that've gone off, sadly), I'll be able to pick and choose what I really want on it and that might help me to actually use some of this stuff instead of just thinking about it.
Let's talk book crazy, shall we? If you're a book nerd like me, you might remember author Kathleen Hale going batshit crazy over a bad review and stalking the reviewer to the point of showing up at said reviewer's home. And now she's got a damn book about it.
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
Reading this made me want to laugh and cry with frustration. Not at the author, but at Hale and anyone dumb enough to be in her camp. It's been, what, five years and she still doesn't know what catfishing is? And also, the "ha, isn't this funny and quirky and relatable" angle from the publisher is disgusting because it means she didn't learn a damn thing from her actions beyond finding a way to get paid and paid well.
It's not. The box it came in is about the same height as your average kid's coloring book and while the organizer is taller once assembled, it's not huge. In fact, it could probably stand to be a couple of inches bigger because it's THISCLOSE to holding my eyeshadow palettes but, alas, not quite. I might be able to fiddle with it and get them to work anyway. Well, not the two bigger ones but the others.
Which is the very long winded way of saying I spent yesterday afternoon cleaning and organizing the top of my vanity. It's an offshoot of my bathroom which means I have two sinks. Or would if I didn't have a terrible habit of burying the vanity in junk. Hold your jealousy as the primary sink has pretty much no counter space. None. This took both longer than I thought it would and far less time. Probably because half the stuff I'd thrown up there happened to be books or papers I needed to file away, so that went poof. Then we had clothes which I really need to figure out a better solution for them. I also need to figure out a better way to organize my phones (one ancient one I use as my alarm clock, one is the one I actually use these days, and the other is my previous phone that I still keep because... I dunno, after seven years you get attached?) because the cords/cables just make me twitch now that everything else is mostly clean.
That left the makeup/skincare/whatever stuff. I wound up tossing a few things like eyeliners that I'd either never liked (Cover Girl's Ink'd liner was always trash but it finally dried up and fell out so into the bin it went) or had dried up (farewell, beautiful gold liquid liner), some more glosses that had either turned or just seemed suspect, and samples of things that had either obviously expired or I knew I'd never use and no one around me would either. Seriously, a single use tanning wipe? Where did that even come from?
I did find one of my favorite polishes ever (Maybelline's Gilded Rose) and a few others lurking, so now they're on top of the spinning marvel, waiting for me to decide which color I'm going to use next.
As to the organizer, I mostly like it. I think once I go through my drawer and weed out some more stuff (I suspect there are more than a few lipsticks/balms/whatever that've gone off, sadly), I'll be able to pick and choose what I really want on it and that might help me to actually use some of this stuff instead of just thinking about it.
Let's talk book crazy, shall we? If you're a book nerd like me, you might remember author Kathleen Hale going batshit crazy over a bad review and stalking the reviewer to the point of showing up at said reviewer's home. And now she's got a damn book about it.
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
Reading this made me want to laugh and cry with frustration. Not at the author, but at Hale and anyone dumb enough to be in her camp. It's been, what, five years and she still doesn't know what catfishing is? And also, the "ha, isn't this funny and quirky and relatable" angle from the publisher is disgusting because it means she didn't learn a damn thing from her actions beyond finding a way to get paid and paid well.