My little sis, Mandy, has a rad job. She lives in Mauritius and works for Club Med, getting paid to drink and party with the guests. So while I’m typing shizz like ‘our milk is 100% rBST hormome-free’, she’s sipping pina coladas and dancing to Tao Cruz under palm trees…
Still, I’m not thaaat jealous. It sounds like fab, reasonably priced cosmetics are hard to come by on the island. She’s always calling me up, begging for eye shadow – which I keep sending, even though it never reaches her. ;-(
Anyway, I spotted this in Edgars at the V&A the other day and couldn’t help but think of Mands.
Girl is a total slet for anything Estee Lauder and this would rock her world. If I had cash to burn right now, this would be hers. But there’s no way I’d send it via our crappy postal system. Instead, I’d hold it ransom until she comes home to visit.
Love you Mands!