
So at one point, we were quite set on setting up a second blog, but this one would be just about different packaging from around the world. You can see we haven't exactly gotten around to it, and since we had that idea about a year ago, it's unlikely we're going to any time soon. At this point, it seemed reasonable to just sort of integrate it here. Above, those are little mirrors. We didn't buy one. We would apparently prefer using semi-reflective bus windows to apply our make-up. Tss.
The dress below is Mint's Mayan embroidered sundress.

It's a little bit of a kick-off to our little Mexico-centric packaging smorgasbord (with, this time, the technically successful use of the photo album), straight outta Playa Del Carmen. Our favorite thing about "Playa" was the women our mom's age drinking pina coladas at nine in the morning, and then shouting things across the street to each other. Things like, "You look like such a native!" A native of Westchester, this is, in her J. Crew shorts. Seriously. But they weren't being sarcastic. Then there were the women who collectively accused the American ticket agent of neglecting to return their boarding passes, which she had, and which they eventually recognized. "Good girl," one said to the middle-aged ticket rep. Honestly honestly honestly, we're supporting an amendment in which patronizing bitches don't get passports.
Er, where were we? Photo album. Yes.
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