
Zoya’s Pixie Dust Nail Polish in Dahlia, a black with silver glitter ($9). Available now at Zoya counters and online.
There’s something very tough girl about it that I love, and it’s my favorite out of all the spring 2013 Pixie Dust shades.


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Zoya’s Pixie Dust Nail Polish in Dahlia, a black with silver glitter ($9). Available now at Zoya counters and online.
There’s something very tough girl about it that I love, and it’s my favorite out of all the spring 2013 Pixie Dust shades.


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Pretty Petco parakeets. 🙂 I always visit them when I go in to buy Tabs gravy.

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Um, you know when you find a pair of jeans that makes your bum look like it belongs in a naughty music video? Isn’t that one of the best things ever? 🙂
It’s like when you’re wearing a new foundation and a stranger tells you that your skin looks great.
Gurl, it happened to me yesterday at the mall wearing the new $33 MAC Mineralize Moisture SPF 15 Foundation, and it was joy.
I was at the Blue Mercury at the Corte Madera mall chatting with one of the sales associates about skin care. She complimented me on my skin and seemed genuinely surprised when I credited MAC Mineralize Moisture, a completely new line of liquid foundations designed with dry skin and sheer-to-medium coverage in mind.
She assumed I wasn’t wearing any foundation at all, so I said to myself, “SCORE!” I gotta say, when a foundation fools a fellow beauty addict, there’s magic afoot…
What kind of magic?
Well, the kind that brings mannequins to life…by which I mean the satiny finish, which has just the faintest hint of a shine, keeps skin from looking flat or artificial.
It comes in a whopping 18 shades, too — NC15, NC20, NC25, NC30, NC35, NC37, NC40, NC42, NC44, NC45, NC50, NW20, NW25, NW30, NW35, NW43, NW45 and NW50.
I usually wear MAC foundations in NC42, but when MAC sent me a few shades to test, they left that one out, so I’ve been wearing a lighter shade, NC30, to sort of highlight the areas beneath my eyes, on my nose, between my brows and in the middle of my forehead, and a mix of NC30 and NC44 everywhere else.
Those two together seem like a pretty good match for me (note to self).



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I guess it was a good thing I slicked Tarte’s $24 Energy LipSurgence Skintuitive Lip Tint on my lips before Tabs and I left the house for his morning walk; otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have been able to keep up with him!
Yeah, I have no idea what got into your nephew this morning… Instead of casually strolling along like he usually does, stopping and starting to nibble on shoots of grass and inspect behind tires, he straight-up trotted like a show dog! — with his twitchy tail up, his head held high and proud, and his low-hanging tum swaying back and forth as he galloped around the circle.

I was smiling from ear to ear like a proud stage mom as he pulled me along. 🙂
And it was quite a workout, too. The big cup of coffee I had first thing this morning probably helped me keep up with him, but I also think the soft shine of Tarte’s $24 Energy LipSurgence Skintuitive Lip Tint put an extra spring in my step.
Ingredients: Ricinus communis (castor) seed oil, caprylic/caprictriglyceride, vegetable oil/Olus/Huile végétale, candelilla cera/Euphorbia Cerifera (Candelilla) Wax/Cire de candelilla, cera alba/Beeswax/Cire d’abeille, hydrogenated vegetable oil, castor oil bis-hydroxypropyl dimethicone esters, ozokerite, simmondsia chinensis (jojoba) seed oil, limnanthes alba (meadowfoam) seed oil, mentha piperita (peppermint) oil, dimethyl isosorbide, stevioside, salicornia herbacea extract, limonene, palmitoyl hexapeptide-14, linalool, ascorbyl palmitate, tocopherol, glycine soja (soybean) oil. (+/-): titanium dioxide (CI 77891), red 28 lake (CI 45410), yellow 5 lake (CI 19140), red 27 (CI 45410).
New for spring, this latest member of Tarte’s lightweight, non-sticky family of twist-up LipSurgence pencils is one of those products that changes colors like a mood ring on your lips.
According to Tarte, the Skintuitive formula responds to your personal pH balance and your “energy,” resulting in a personalized shade of pink all your own.

It’s a gimmick, sure, but it’s one of those gimmicks I like, because it takes some of the work out picking a matching lip color, in that you can’t really control what color you’re gonna get. With energy, it is what it is, ya know? Your color is your color, and that’s that.
When Energy touches my lips, BAM! It goes from being a sheer baby pink to a medium rose petal pink in just a few blinks of an eye.
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Zoya’s glittery red Pixie Dust Nail Polish in Chyna ($9), available now on Zoya counters and online.
What do ya think?
I’m diggin’ it, but I’m getting more of a holiday vibe.


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You might be wondering, “So what the heck is this Monday Poll thing anyway?”
Well, it isn’t much of a poll. It’s more just a constantly evolving (devolving?), somewhat random list of questions I’ve been putting out to readers every Monday morning for the past four years. I’ve always enjoyed reading your answers in the comments, and I hope you enjoy reading mine.
Kidding. No, but there was DuWop’s Foundation of Youth in Beige. When Sephora stopped carrying it a few years back, it got pretty difficult to find. Loved the color and formula, but I could have done without the brush.
No chairs moved or anything like that. In fact, everything was eerily still and quiet, but I was sure beyond any doubt that I wasn’t alone at that moment.
I was in full Wonder Woman regalia, too — boots, top, headband, the works. I climbed the tree to fetch Tabs, who was helping me with the pictures for the post. His job was to pretend to be stuck in the tree, and then I’d rescue him with Wonder Woman’s magic lasso, but after the shoot, he didn’t want to come down.
He was just chillin’ in some low branches.
Yup, I got some funny looks from the neighbors that day…
I was going for an En Vogue look, haha! Man, I was such a cheeseball…
I say it all the time when I’m explaining my last name to strangers. Monterichard. It’s long, French and pretty uncommon here in the States. I get a lot of, “Richard? The last name is Richard?”
Now, though, for some reason, I can’t remember if/how we dried off before getting back in the cars.
To complete the Monday Poll, just copy the following list, and paste it with your answers in the comments.
Le List
1. Matte or glossy lips?
2. Have you ever found your foundation holy grail/matching shade?
3. Whom do you take after more, your mother or father?
4. Have you ever seen a ghost?
5. When was the last time you climbed a tree?
6. What did your prom dress look like?
7. What’s one phrase you find yourself repeating often?
8. What’s the longest you’ve ever had your hair?
9. Have you ever jumped in a fountain?
10. How would you describe your weekend in a playlist of three songs?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
Karen
P.S. Let’s both have a kick-@ss week!
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Wouldn’t a dress with all these colors be cool…? Or is that just me?

It’s a sea anemone, one of the things I snapped with my camera at Petco yesterday.
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First, before we take a look at the latest kitty modeling jobs Tabs strutted his stuff on, the conclusion of our ongoing story/saga…
When the chopper passed the tree line and entered the area directly over the rangers’ station, it was like suddenly turning on a lightning storm in a hurricane. Before he could avert his eyes, Tabs was blinded by the helicopter’s spotlight and blasted off the roof by the downdraft.
He was toppling end over end in the air, with the world turned completely white through his wide, temporarily useless eyes. Tabs tried to right himself like only cats can but couldn’t see the ground to gauge his distance.
The impact knocked him unconscious.
When he awoke, Tabs was looking up at the stars. He was lying on his side on a bed of pine needles — the forest floor. He raised his head a few inches and looked around. “Mew,” he groaned. Guess I’m alive.
The forest was completely silent save a distant whump-whump-whumping sound…
“Mraw!” he cried. No! The helicopter! How long had he been out?
Trying to get up on all fours, he put weight on his right paw and felt a sharp pain. Dang!
The chopper didn’t sound like it was leaving yet. Tabs thought it sounded like it was searching the beach.
Were they looking for him? He thought they must be. His assistant would have dispatched help as soon as Tabs missed his first check-in time. He wondered how long ago that had been…
Despair, and pangs of guilt and shame, filled him as he thought about the gray cat and how it sacrificed itself to save Tabs. One cat, even a grizzled, tough old codger like that one, against two huge werewolves? It must have known it wouldn’t have a chance, and yet it didn’t hesitate…
Tabs scanned the area one last time, and then, sighing sadly, started hobbling off toward the beach and the sound of the helicopter.
Avoiding the dirt road, stayed inside the forest the entire time. It was slow going with his bad paw, navigating over branches and logs, but Tabs figured he was making pretty good time. He was terrified that the helicopter would give up the search, and that pushed him to limp faster.
Almost there now, the trees swayed. Tabs could see light shifting through the pines from the chopper’s spotlight and feel the draft. He hurried faster and wondered if the werewolves were here, somewhere, also searching for Tabs.
Tabs was just taking his first few steps on the rocky sand when the helicopter started to pull away…
“Meow!” he shouted after it. Wait! “MRRROW!!” I’M RIGHT HERE!!
He ran to the edge of the frozen lake, but it was no use. They were giving up the search here and heading toward the ice fishing shack where this whole adventure began.
“Mew.” Wait.
And then, the helicopter stopped.
It paused in the air over the ice near the edge of the frozen beach, training its powerful spotlight down on something.
Tabs limped as fast as he could, ignoring his cramping muscles. Was this his second chance?
But wait! — there was something moving on the ice in the center of the spotlight.
Oh, no! Had they found him?
There, in the center of the spotlight, waving both paws over its head, was the gray cat.
As Tabs approached, smiling from ear to ear, the helicopter landed a safe distance away. Out popped two familiar faces, the first belonging to Karl Lagerfeld, and the second to Choupette (his cat).
Figures, Tabs thought…
Tabs limped over to the gray cat. “Mrow…?” he asked, amazed to see his new friend still kicking. How…?
The gray cat only grinned. “Mrrrow?” Oh, that fight? “Mrow-wow-wow.” See, I introduced those two wolves to an old friend of mine.
“Mrrrow.” He’s a grizzly…so I don’t think those wolf boys will be bothering us anymore tonight.
To read our story from the beginning…

