The new summer collection is out now (side note: , if you’re not in the know… I had to look him up, so you aren’t alone if you had no clue!), so, of course, being the frustrated botanist that I am, I walked all over my neighborhood looking for strange flowers, and that’s when I realized that there aren’t any strange flowers in my neighborhood…
I don’t think it’s too much to expect to see a Venus Flytrap while you’re taking your cat for a walk.
But I digress…
The NARS Erdem Strange Flowers Collection
Wanna-Be Botanist Karen is like YAAASSS because every piece in this LE release is covered with 🌺🌻🌹 flowers.
- The eyeshadows palettes — Super potent. Just a little dip with the tip of eye brush lays down loads o’ pigment. If I get in there and blend with a fierce purpose, I’m fine. Fun for smoky looks. 🙂
- The blushes — Frostier in the arm swatches than they are on cheeks, yay! Good news for those of us with, like, pores.
- The lipsticks — Such a twist! They look dark and intimidating, but five of the six are sheer. The only opaque one is red Blood Flower, which I think is OK, but the sheer ones, I LOVE. They’re like super intense lip tints, and I’m all about the pink and purples because they could almost pass for nudes.
- The blotting papers — OK.
- The stick highlighter — Opalescent purple dewy gorgeousness. Also doubles as an eyeshadow base (I used it in these pics underneath the blue and charcoal from the Night Garden Palette, and it tinted the smoky look with a hint of purple)
- The lip palette — I like layering the lip powders on top of the cream lipstick, but they make my lips look and feel a little dry…
Instead of strange flowers, I saw a bunch of familiar 🌺 flowers, and even though I’m bummed about my neighborhood’s lack of exotic horticulture, the familiar flowers always bring me so much joy and fill me with happy memories. 🙂
Like these white and purple daisies. Oh, my goodness! When my my parents first moved into the house I grew up in, which is the house my parents still live in today, it had this big patch of daisies just underneath the living room window, and when you’d walk in and out of the house, they were the first things you saw in the yard.
My friend Karrie, who lived next door to my childhood home in the East Bay, would hop over the fence, knock on the door, and ask if I could go outside and play. At some point whenever we’d be playing, a few of these daisies would be picked, and they’d end up either in our hair, around our wrists as bracelets, or squashed underneath bicycle tires.
And these California poppies… OH! They take me back, too.