Taken

Hate to Love

Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.

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Some of us indulge in chocolate or wine or candies, desserts

and love.

I too, have an indulgence.

A weakness so all encompassing that I will always be its slave.

I will work overtime, hoard gift cards, I’d write a letter to Santa if I thought it could help in just so that I can go to the Mall and indulge until I can’t stand it anymore-

in makeup by Dior.

I’m not a Dior kind of woman- I buy my clothes from a store called Hot Topic and most of the times my socks ( which are all brightly printed  and have weird patterns) don’t match. But who cares? I wear motorcycle boots and hiking shoes most of the time. It’s not like anyone can actually see them.

Yes. For real. I own these.
Yes. For real. I own these.

But when I discovered Dior makeup a few years ago, I was lost.

I loved climbing into the chair at the makeup counter. I wouldn’t just sit there and get makeup applied- I’d sing the praises of Dior right along with the saleswoman.

We’d discuss colors, the right makeup brushes to use, what the next season’s color lines were going to be ( I felt like a kid on Christmas morning when I found that out ).

Strange to say – as I would make my purchases I would glance furtively around in the hope that…

nobody I know would see me there.

I mean, how would I explain myself?

dior

I could easily go out and buy the same colors in pretty packaging for less money- a lot less money.

I do feel wicked when making those purchases.

But the luxury I feel  when I apply the makeup to my face, my eyelids, my lips…I am lost the minute I open that tube of lipstick.

I should give that entire line up.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

I hate to love my Dior makeup.

Really.

ladydevil

Author: animar64

I write- the rest is filler

3 thoughts on “Taken”

  1. I totally get this. I buy clothes at Target and do grocery shopping at the 99 cent store, yet I will drop a boatload of cash for leather journal covers. Seriously, it’s an obsession.

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