When I read Jo’s post this morning asking if anyone was interested in writing for Pretty Pretty Pretty I damn near wet my pants in excitement. I’ll miss Amy’s contributions, but who could resist the chance to become a beauty sidekick to the divine Miss Hubris?

After tripping over myself in my haste to get to my email program, I sent off my credentials–

Jo,

Every serious beauty blog needs a Hutt Valley correspondent and here I am, just sitting in a flat in Naenae, the answer to your prayers.

My credentials:

1. While eye shadow blending may not be my forte and the phrase “crease colour” causes me to break out in a cold sweat, nobody knows more about the outlet style cosmetic offerings of Postie Plus than I do. Queen Helene Mint Julep mask? Two shades of Rimmel eye shadow? An ancient Revlon mascara? An eclectic offering of Boots skincare products? Check, check, check, and check.

2. All the women in my family begin to go grey in their early twenties. Hairdresser boyfriend thought my colour was natural when we first met. Yes, I know more about home hair colour than my grandma knew about shortbread.

3. My hair is curly. Something something conditioner.

4. I’m a complete skeptic. I laugh in the face of botonanopeptimide complexes. Four years of science education at that great bastion of learning known as Massey University have left me prepared to sort the 79% of women who felt their skin tone had improved from the 83% who thought their skin felt more supple.

5. I’m at the mercy of bus timetables. I can often be found in the vicinity of a cosmetic counter testing products as I wait for the next incarnation of the 121 VALLEY HEIGHTS. I know my Color Sensational lipstick from my ColorBurst.

6. I’m poor and curious: aka always whipping up weird shit in the kitchen to slap on my face.

7. My obsession with colour has made the leap from skulking about paint shops looking at test pots to skulking about nail polish displays looking at nail colour. Also, as above, whipping up weird shit by mixing up new colours.

8. And–to close the deal–my grandfather was once the editor of The North Otago Daily Times. Beauty journalism runs in my veins.

Sarah

Loathe as I am to accuse anyone of low standards, that totally did the trick. I’m in!