Smashbox, smashbox, smashbox….smashbox…eye shadows

First off…

I don’t like birthdays. I can’t really put my finger on why, but despite having great childhood birthday parties and presents and all that good stuff, as I’ve got older I’ve gradually turned into a grumpy old miser when it comes to the glorious once a year event.
It’s just that honestly I don’t see the point of them. I even persuaded my family to keep to a £5 budget when it comes to them, (which yes, means that I only spend £5 on people’s birthday presents, I told you I was a miser).
Things happen though, and sometimes people don’t get the cheapskate memo, which means this year I got a late birthday present… Continue reading