Urban Decay Black Palette

Little known fact about me… I’m a Sephora Addict. I can hardly ever leave that store without buying something… although I have done so on the rare occasion. And I love searching sephora.com too. A couple weeks ago, I saw this gorgeous palette from Urban Decay… and instantly knew that I had to have it. Lusted over it. Drooled over it. Dreamt about it at night. But waited. Since my birthday was coming up, just in case. And then two of my lovely friends gave me a Sephora gift card for my birthday. And I knew exactly what I was going to buy. The Urban Decay Black Palette. And now I’m going to share my joy with you in swatches and descriptions and pictures. Because I can.

The Urban Decay Black Palette is the antithesis of the Urban Decay Naked Palette. The Naked Palette is nice, but I’m really bored of wearing neutrals. I’ve been wearing browns and golds and bronzes and such for years on end. I needed a change. My big makeup traincase is full of neutrals. I want color. I want darks. I want jewel tones. Enter the Urban Decay Black Palette.

Urban Decay Palettes have been kind of big and clunky a lot of times. The Book(s) of Shadows are all big, but have gorgeous shadows, even if I don’t have any of them. This one, however, is small.

It’s about as wide as a finger. It’s nice and slim. There’s a mirror inside too. Please disregard my unpolished nails… I had to give them a break from polish for a week because they were flaky again.

There are six eyeshadows in this palette. They’re all black based shadows, and five of the six have a sparkly shift to them of one color or another. They’re all soft shadows. The colors are Black Dog, a matte black; Barracuda, black with a silver sparkly shift; Jet (my favorite), black with a purple sparkly shift; Sabbath, black with a blue sparkly shift; Cobra, black with a gold sparkly shift (GORGEOUS!); and Libertine, black with a green sparkly shift. There’s also a 24-7 Glide On Eye Pencil in Zero, their matte black. I use this eyeliner every day, just in Bourbon, brown with golden sparkle. It’s a fantastic eyeliner. We’ll talk about that later.

Black Dog, Barracuda, Jet, Sabbath, Cobra, Libertine (top to bottom; left to right)

The colors are gorgeous. Sparkly and rich color… buuuut they were a little lighter than I wanted when I swatched them. They needed something. Enter Kat Von D High Voltage Eye Primer in Smoky.

Another fantastic product. It’s an eye primer for when you want to do smoky eyes, the gray in the primer makes for a little extra smolder. We’ll talk more about that another time.

Black Dog, Barracuda, Jet, Sabbath, Cobra, and Libertine; top to bottom left to right; all with Kat Von D Smoky Eye Primer underneath.

Oooooooh… there we go. Perfect. The sparkles pick up even more. The colors are even more pigmented. Oh it’s absolutely perfect. Urban Decay how I love you and your Black Palette. You make my heart sing. Perfect dark, kind of rock n’ roll colors. I love you. I’ll have fun with these.

Urban Decay Black Palette costs $36 at http://www.sephora.com. This is an online only product, you won’t be able to buy it in stores, but it’s wonderful. Here’s the link: Black Palette. Oh, and here’s the Kat Von D High Voltage Eye Primer in Smoky, which I highly recommend for this palette: Smoky Primer,

I also got the Benefit Some Beauty to Love Kit. I’ll review that one later. It’s also really awesome.

Welcome to the world of a Sephora Addict.

Note: The Black Palette also comes with a mini Urban Decay Eyeshadow Primer Potion in Eden, however I didn’t include it since their primers don’t work on me… and I gave it to my little sister. I haven’t used Eden, so I wouldn’t be able to talk about it and all. My eye primers are the Kat Von D and Too Faced Shadow Insurance.

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One of Those Summers.

So it’s been a summer. We recently went from a 5 day work week to a 4 day one, and while I’ll be the first to say that I loooove having Fridays off, the rest of the workweek is brutal. I’ll let you know how it goes, so you can see how much you cherish your 7:30 wakeup (in my mind, everyone except those who work where I do get to wake up at 7:30. Just indulge me for now.)

5:30am: Two alarms go off at once, one right next to my bed, and the more annoying one across the room, forcing me to get up. The more annoying one would be my iPhone alarm, which I have set to play Glee’s version of Any Way You Want It/Loving, Touching, Squeezing; which is loud, perky, and all I want to do is TURNITOFFTURNITOFFTURNITOFF!!!! But hey, it gets me out of bed on time.

5:32am: Haul cookies into the bathroom for skincare routine of the morning. A quick facewash, slap some eye cream and moisturizer on, I’m on a split-second schedule.

5:37am: Back in my room, making myself presentable for work. Makeup, hair, debating on what outfit to wear.

6:17am: Haul downstairs to help make breakfast and have the blessed liquid of the earth, coffee, the only thing that makes the early time easier.

6:45am: Back upstairs, brush teeth and rush through getting dressed.

7:00am: Out the door, probably running to get there, because no matter what I do, I’m still running late (I defy my family’s reputation of always being on time! I’m the bad one.)

7:30am-5:30pm: Work. Watch the clock. Wish for naps. And that my office had a coffee machine. Or that I could use my dang French press mug without making my coffee taste like dishwater. Or that a kind soul would bring me coffee. Especially if it was a good-looking male kind soul. Especially one that, to borrow the Pioneer Woman’s phrase, makes my hiney cringe a little (yeah, that phrase makes me laugh each time, which is good for the long days.).

5:30pm: Leave! Clock out and do a happy dance, but only a small one, because I’m dang tired.

6:00pm: Home. Couch. Sleep.

9:00pm: Drag myself through a workout, because I should. But that doesn’t always happen. The best of intentions can get sucked away by my comfy couch.

11:00pm: Skincare, shower. Curse being so tired. Crash into bed as soon as finished. And set those dang alarms. Unless it’s Thursday night, then it’s make sure that the iPhone is on silent and the big clock is not turned on for an alarm.

I love my Fridays of sleeping in though.

And there were other things this summer. There was holding down the office while everyone else was in Atlanta for G.C. Session. Giving tours of the White Estate to lots and lots and lots of people daily, many of whom don’t speak English and me unaccomplished in other languages. There was filling in when the secretary for the head of my department went to work for another person, and I started doing lots more than normal.

There was cracking my rib last month or was it July? All I remember is I walked into the bathroom at work one morning, put my purse down on the counter, felt a severe pain shooting up my back, went up to my mom’s office (yeah, I work in the same building as my mom. It’s awesome. My mom’s cool.), where she sent me to the office nurse, because I looked like, as she later put it on facebook, spoilt pudding, kind of greenish-grayish with pain. The nurse and one of the doctors (this is a health department, there are doctors) came in and started doing as much of a checkout as they should, which included squeezing my ribs, which nearly made me scream out in pain. They then sent me to an Urgent Care Clinic for an X-Ray.  Waited two hours for the X-Ray tech to get to the office, read a book on my Kindle app while waiting. And cursed the X-Ray tech for taking their sweet time, I was in pain! I wanted meds! But I had to wait until the doctor had seen me to take any, so they could tell just how much pain there was. X-Ray showed the tiniest hairline fracture at that time, and I was told to take Advil. Which helped. Went to babysit for a friend (when I give my word, I keep it unless I’m sick or something is broken), all I did while there was sit on the couch with my charge and watch tv, and order pizza for the two of us. And then put said charge to bed. And sit on the couch in pain, wishing that I knew how on earth I cracked my freakin’ rib… Went to bed with a sleep aid (hey, I was in too much pain to sleep easy, it hurt), and took the next day off to just sit and heal. Went to the doctor in the afternoon, where he both examines me fully for this crack, and looks at my X-Rays and sends them over to the radiologist. Neither of them can find the crack now. So apparently it ended up a pulled muscle, but, and I don’t do too much religious talk here, but I’m going with miracles happen on this one. Because it hurt to so much as breathe the day before, and to now have it be not much at all? Something happened.

There was other stuff this summer. Getting Season 6 of LOST on DVD, hanging out with friends, working hard. I got my certification in Wedding and Event Planning, so I’m a professional now, lemme know if you need a party planned. 😉 It was a good summer, but I don’t think I want next summer to be the exact same. There are a few things I don’t wish to have a repeat of.

Let’s see what other posts I can get out.

Hope you weren’t too bored there.

I’m almost back!

Okay, I know, MIA all the time right now. I’m in the final bits of this Wedding and Event Planning course, and I started almost a year ago; if I don’t finish in a year, they take away all my credits and I have to start from scratch… and pay again. So you can see why I’ve been gone. However. I’m halfway through the last test, which I plan to finish on Sunday… so expect some new posts. Maybe. This whole start work at 7:30am and end at 5:30pm, plus waking up at 5:30am is killing me. 5:30am should be taken out back and shot.

Anyhow. Back soon! Promise. With all sorts of stuff. Food, makeup, tv shows, whatever I can think of!