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Vampy lips



Finally.. A non-mommy post! Haha 

Earlier today my sister and I played with make up. As the owners of an established beauty online shop (hahaha thats cray) we tend to follow the trend. Acknowledge what's hot right now.. Colors of the season. Palettes that used on the runaway...etc.

In the other side of the world have entered the fall season. And "the color" of fall is burgundy/bordeaux. So that's what we tried today. A vampy lips as they said in the magazine. 
I was very excited cos I didn't get a lot of time to do my hobby nowadays. Vale has been such an energetic bunny who always on the move! I don't even comb my hair, just tuck it all in the ponytail. Or a bun. Or whatever it called, so Vale can't pull it off. 

Anyway, here's the look. It's not that perfect. How could it be perfect when those two tiny hands always grab my thigh when I did my eyeshadows.. Lol. But hey at least I tried :D 




Two sides of the same coin... Sissy chose red lipstick instead. 



Aaaaand... An obligatory selfie with my boy! See my hair? :D 





Well in case anyone wants to know the makeup products I used, here it is: 

-Eyebrow: ABH dipbrow pomade in dark brown 
-Eyes: Naked 3 palette, Chanel eyeliner & mascara.
-Face: Chanel perfection lumiere foundation #20, Bobbi brown creamy concealer (sand), Benefit hoola bronzer, Benefit coralista blush, Benefit high beam highlighter. 
-Lips: Topshop lipstick "inhibition"

That's pretty much all.. Had so much fun doing thing we love the most. A short vacay from motherhood :D 

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