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Dior and More

A few years ago, I met Lucie, a lovely French girl, who was working in Toronto for the summer. Walking through The Bay makeup department, she asked me, in her thick, gorgeous accent "Do zey carry Jah?"
"Um, pardon me?"
"My favoureet makeup is Jah; do zey sell here?"
I felt stupid, and looked at her confused.
"Chreestian Jah?" she said, looking at me like I was a hillbilly peasant.
Then it clicked!  "Ooooh, Christian Dee-or! Yeah, we have that!" I said, and hauled her over to the Dior counter so she could out-pronounce the sales staff too.


I maybe don't pronounce it so Frawnch, but damned if I am not in love with Dior.  God knows, this isn't the sort of blog that shills for anything, and I buy my own makeup.  Still, I need to shout out about the greatness of Dior eyeshadow.

I love palettes, since I hate lugging tons of makeup on trips.  The two pictured above are quite amazing.  The one on the right, I got at the local Sephora.  I don't use the bronzer.  I'm very pale, and I truly have no idea what I'm supposed to do with bronzer.  I have a crippling fear that applying it wrong will make me look like World's Biggest Asshole™Donald Trump. Bronzer notwithstanding, the eyeshadows and glosses are spectacular.

The one in the middle, I picked up at the duty free in Frankfurt airport on the way home from Barcelona last year.  What better way to dispose of my remaining Euros?  I just took it out of the box recently.  This one has a wearable pink blush, but again, the eyeshadow is key.

I have oily skin, so usually, my eyeshadow creases by lunch, and is pretty much gone by the end of the work day.  Not this stuff.  The colour is deeply pigmented, and it stays where I put it for 12 hours, with no creasing at all.  Like, none.  Nothing else I have bought (and admittedly, it's not that much), has been this good.

So, to recap- buy Dior makeup, it's worth the money.

(The two other items in the photo are an Elizabeth Arden brow powder that can be used as a liner, and Benefit Gimme Brow.  I also love them, but not as much as I love my Dee-or!)

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