Never, ever, ever pop into Bloomingdales with your credit card and hit the Stila counter when you’re in a rush.
I cannot disclose exactly how much I dropped for fear of Mr BeautyLover having a shit fit but basically, I don’t need to buy any more make up, well, ever.
There were a lot of eyeshadows, smudgepots and lip glazes involved and then a credit card and then a big old pang of buyers remorse.
It didn’t help that the make up artist was desperately beautiful.
And a man.
Check him out at www.robertocasey.com
I have to go and be slightly sick now.http://0