Friday Favorite: Bobbi Brown Crushed Liquid Lip Balm

I am a sucker for lipsticks and have tried more brands than I can count. While shopping for a client at the Bobbi Brown counter, I saw these cute little tubes and was certain I needed another lip color or two. That’s like saying I need more shoes. But I digress.

Crushed Liquid Lip Balm is one of the newest additions to Bobbi Brown’s lipstick line and according to the artist at the counter, they’ve been flying off the shelves. In fact, the first color I looked at–Hippy Shake–was already sold out. But I am on the waitlist for one. Yay me!

I selected In A Jam (a great pinky mauve) and Big Apple (duh, because RED) and off I went. I’ve worn both this week and I’ve been pleased. It stays on like a lipstick but has a glossy feel and some shine. It’s like all you need in one tube! As it wears, your lips still have a nice color without that annoying ring around your lips. And my lips aren’t dry–woot! I am sure you could fill in your lips with a pencil to deepen the color or keep it on longer but I don’t think its necessary.

The tubes are $26 each and are sold online and in most department stores.

Happy Friday! xo

(I purchased the lipsticks–no compensation was given for my post)

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Becoming a Big Kid

This is an oldie but goodie—a blog I wrote on Max’s 8th birthday…9 years ago. Bless. It isn’t about style but it is about life. And love. And knowing there are amazing things ahead. Enjoy! xo, Laura


Max: Just so you know, I’m a big kid now because I am upstairs and because I have my own desk with my own stuff in it. And Mom, because I am in 2nd grade there are some little kid things I won’t like anymore.  Don’t be sad, you have the memories.

This is what Max imparted to me on the first day of second grade. Being upstairs is clearly a big deal at Christ the King School, along with having your OWN desk with STUFF. But what I love most is that he worried I would be sad as I saw him walk up the stairs. He was right, I was a little sad. Upstairs was a big deal for me, too. 

As I watched him haul his backpack up the stairs, walk to his classroom and find his desk, it seemed like yesterday that his tiny little body was laying in an incubator in the Mercy Hospital NICU…all 3.5 pounds of him. At that moment, when all I wanted to do was hold him, the thought of him bounding up the stairs to a second grade classroom might as well have been 40 years away. Yes, I knew he would eventually do that and much more but at that moment it was hard for me to imagine. I wanted to think of my baby as a second grader but the day to day hurdles were consuming me. I prayed every day for him to reach milestones so he could come home. And five weeks after he was born, he did come home. That was 8 years ago.

The memories of those difficult days of taking one step forward and two steps back can still come rushing at me when I least expect it. Especially on his birthday, which just so happens to be today. 

Happy 8th birthday, my sweet boy. You have blessed my life in more ways that I could ever have imagined. Your insight and humor amaze me every day. There are wonderful things ahead for you, Max, I just know it.