Insomnia Cosmetics: Bluejay

A little while ago I received a package from Insomnia Cosmetics, an indie makeup brand made in Hawaii. 

These vegan and cruelty free cosmetics range from lipsticks to eyeliners to glitter, with some gorgeous rich colours to choose from.

I received the Basic Bitch lipbalm (which I use almost every day), the Witch Hunt Lipstick (worn here), Minx Lipstick (worn here), Mauvelous Lipstick (worn here) and the Bluejay Liphaze and Insomnia Birthday Glitter, which are featured in this post.


The Bluejay Lip Haze, seen on it's own above, is a pastel blue liquid lipstick. Personally I wouldn't normally wear the colour on it's own without lining my lips (see below), but I wanted to see how it would hold up. 

For light coloured lips like this, there's always a chance that it'll either merge too closely with skin, or look too washed out, but this colour really popped. It applies like a liquid lipstick, and I used the wand that comes with the product to apply. It is incredibly smooth, easy to use, and it only needed one coat (some other liquid lipsticks require a few). It didn't dry completely matte immediately, but that worked well because it allowed me to blend the darker liner in afterwards. Once it had dried, it didn't budge.

I used a dark blue liner (I used Sunrise Blue liner from NYX Cosmetics) and a tiny touch of Tako pigment from Sugarpill, then used the Insomnia Birthday Glitter for the lower lip.

The glitter is a midnight blue with flashes of copper, which you can see above! I particularly love the art deco-esque jar for the glitter.


And finally what it looks like with gloss!

Definitely check out Insomnia Cosmetics on etsy, I've got my eyes on some of the grey-toned lipsticks!

Recent Reads

Petite Mort

I read this book a few months ago, and although I had rated it on Goodreads as 4 stars (now altered to 3), I had to remind myself of the premise for this review. Evidentially it didn't leave much of a lasting impression. It's a shame, because on paper (forgive the pun) it should be everything that should appeal to me; silent film era, cinematic illusions, mystery... 

The book is "narrated" by both the present day (set in the 60s, via a conversation with a journalist), and a young (set in 1913) Adèle Roux, a girl seduced by silent films, who follows her heart to the Pathé production company. Instead of becoming the star she hoped to be, she ends up working in the costume department. Along comes a handsome male producer and, as if you can't see this coming, she sleeps with him. Rather than secure her a role in a film, she finds herself in the role of personal assistant to the producer's famous film star wife. Yadda yadda yadda lesbianism yadda yadda mystery yadda yadda betrayal.

After reading true stories of early cinema, and the scandals that went on between actors, the sex and scandal in this book seem somewhat obvious. There isn't much I can say without giving away spoilers, as the book's blurb literally begs the reader not to disclose the plot twist. I think the emphasis of "omg plot twist!" is a bad move on the part of the author/publisher, as it encourages expectation in the reader, and therefore causes us to be more critical of the story. I had mostly worked out the twist from the first few chapters, so the reveal only caused a sense of satisfaction that I was correct. Not the shock that we are encouraged to expect.

The more I think about it, the more unconvinced I feel about the book. I don't remember feeling any sort of connection to any of the characters, although it was pleasant and easy enough to keep reading. 

American Gods

I actually read this back in February, and then devoured two Neil Gaiman books since, but this one was by far my favourite so I thought I'd review this instead! As blasphemous as this sounds, I hadn't read a Gaiman book until this point. I guess it was partly laziness and partly the raving about his work that made me feel like if I did read one, and disliked it, it would be a disagreement I had with a vast majority that I wouldn't be able to explain to myself; silly, I know. 

The book follows the character of Shadow (would be a cheesy name but somehow isn't, not sure what kind of literary magic he worked there), whose wife dies in a car crash just before he is to be released from prison. Unsure what to do or what to think, he makes his way back home on a plane. Here he meets Mr Wednesday, a charming man who claims to be a God, and offers Shadow a job, which takes them to bizarre characters and places.

The blurb describes it as taking "a long, hard look into the soul of America" and being deeply unsettling. I'm not sure whether it unsettled me (although the "underground" scenes are so strong I could feel them being played behind my eyelids like a film), but it most certainly captured my imagination. Although British, Gaiman channels the deep threads of American belief like he was born and raised there. It almost satirically observes the melting pot of the vast country, and delves into concepts of immigration and modern-day distractions. 

There are touches of everything I love about Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and Terry Pratchett books, while the depictions of America reminded me of Stephen King. But Gaiman's writing stands alone as evocative and painterly, with a story unlike anything else I've read before. I would very likely count this as one of my favourite books, and look forward to reading it again. 

Good news is, the amazing Bryan Fuller (creator of Hannibal) is developing American Gods for TV!



 Earlier this month, I caved in, for the second time, to Amoralle's 70% off sale.

I've previously mentioned how much I adore Amoralle's loungewear/lingerie, and the socks/leggings that I DO have from them are beautiful.

However. I have to say it. I'm completely put off by how long both of my orders took to ship.

I really try not to complain about customer service etc, and I'm imagining that Amoralle has a fairly small team, but I feel that 18 days JUST for the items to ship is ridiculous. The first time I ordered from them, back in May, it took 13 days. 

This time I did recieve a copy&paste email 4 days before the items finally shipped, saying they would be delayed a little longer because of the high volume of sales.

As I said before, I hate complaining, mainly because I'm not just an uninformed consumer, I know how difficult it is. I pack, ship and deal with customer service emails as part of my day job. With just myself dealing with the orders, I think I've only ever been a few days delayed (EVEN during a sale period), and even then I send out personal emails to the customers who are waiting. If the wait is outstanding (over 5 days), we would offer a free gift. 

The issue I have is that Amoralle are supposed to be a luxury brand, and that means that the entire shopping experience should be luxury, which includes the shipping. One may argue that during a 70% off sale, customers cannot expect such a luxury experience, but surely this is the ideal time to draw future customers in. If I hadn't have had such a delay on both of my orders, I would still be considering saving up for one of the bodysuits.

Oh well! I bought the striped socks (they are actually a dark brown and white) above and these sheer leggings with long bows. As I said before, the products themselves are beautiful quality! I wore them with my Irregular Choice boots.



Amoralle kindly got in touch with me to apologise and explained that they had some technical difficulties when dealing with orders :)



Book Review: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close


I make no attempt at hiding the fact that Everything is Illuminated is one of my favourite books (and one of my favourite films), and I've read it 3 times in the 4 years I've known of it (the film was one of the first that my boyfriend showed me, and I read the book not long after). I find it the most beautiful piece of writing contrasted against a heart-breaking plot (seriously, cascades of tears every time). So I'm somewhat surprised it took me so long to read another book by Foer. Perhaps I felt it couldn't possibly live up to Everything is Illuminated, and it didn't, but I've already come to the conclusion that little will do for me. 

Some people consider Foer overrated, but I just cannot believe that the themes in his books are written with anything but passion and care. I'm no writer, and I'm no snob, and if his work moves me then I'm going to allow myself to move with it.

Much like Everything is Illuminated, Extremely Loud... is also about a rigid search, a delve into history of the protagonist's family. Specifically, the story is told through the eyes of 9 year old Oskar Schell, whose father dies in a terrorist attack. Oskar finds, inside a vase belonging to his father, an envelope with a key inside. On the outside of the envelope is written the name Black, and Oskar decides to contact every person in New York by that name, to try to discover more of his father. In typical Foer style, there is also a narrative that runs alongside in the form of letters from Oskar's Grandfather to Oskar's Father and from Oskar's Grandmother to Oskar. 

I've read reviews that describe an issue with the book being the unsympathetic main character, however I feel that doesn't take into account that Oskar is incredibly special. Although I don't think it's directly referenced, it's evident that he possibly has some sort of autism, being incredibly intelligent for his age, but unable to understand social boundaries. Or perhaps that's just the case of being a 9 year old child that has suffered the trauma of losing someone important in his life.

It was actually the side story, which is essentially about Oskar's Grandmother and Grandfather that made me most teary (although obviously Oskar's desperate attempt to understand his father's death is also heart-breaking). I won't go into details. 

Jonathan Safran Foer's work is possibly best for those who are sentimental about history and the way humans interact. His sub storylines are usually pieced together from letters or diary entries, something that has been left in the wake of trauma, or used as a way of dealing with grief. 

On a side note, I also loved the use of images and experimental layouts that were in my copy of the book. Beautiful and haunting.


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Book Review: The Teleportation Accident


My boyfriend bought me this book, along with Beauman's first novel, Boxer Beetle, which I read first (and enjoyed enough to go straight onto this). I have to say, I highly enjoyed The Teleportation Accident and look forward to reading it again in a year or so! It was funny (in a very dry way, which I love), unique and remarkably well-written. It would have to be, to have such an arsehole of a protagonist.

Loeser is "a total prick", as described in the first paragraph of the book. His main drive throughout the novel is sex, and he ends up following a girl from Berlin to America upon the assumption that the effort he is making doing so will be bound to get her in bed. He spares little interest in his friends left behind to the mercy of the Nazis (at one point tearing up and discarding a letter from a Jewish colleague describing his recent fearful altercation with a Nazi guard), and yet you still feel drawn to follow his story.

This book is often described as a genre-bender, and indeed it is, but also a distortion of time. Although each chapter is set in a specific place and specific time there are small details (such as ketamine being used in Weimar Berlin) that are deliberately used to make the reader feel like time is moving somewhat differently in this novel. Much like The Great Gatsby it makes use of lavish settings of empty people, all trying to impress each other and climb the social ladder. It's anachronistic in this sense, that it could easily be set in the modern day (much like Gatsby, which I can only assumed Baz Luhrman attempted to convey with his hideous film soundtrack - no, I still haven't seen the film), with modern-day party-goers gurning away.

Without giving anything away, trust me when I say the plot twists and turns in bizarre and hilarious ways, reminding me a little of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Don't look into the specifics, just read it.