Sunday, March 13, 2011

Lipgloss containers


We always want what we can’t have, and what I want right now is that last dollop of lip gloss in the tube, just out of reach of my wand. No matter how I scrape the inside of the container, I can’t quite get enough to slick on my smacker.

What happens next is far from pretty.

It’s a little thing, really, but it bugs the shizz out of me. I pay good money for my shimmery tube of sexy (MAC’s Viva Glam V Lipglass, FYI) and I want every last drop of allure out of it. Whether it’s a tube with an application wand, a squeeze tube, or a bullet of lipstick, there’s always goo that goes to waste. Please come up with a new package for my smooch smack so we can kiss and make up.

(photo: dailymakeover.com)

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

a cheap paintbrush from the crayola section of most stores is a good fix while you wait for packaging techniques to become logical

Yet Another Steve said...

Women wear lipgloss, men hate it. It's like kissing grease.

Jennifer Worick said...

Yet Another Steve: Good to know!

blogger sam said...

I don't think I will ever have this problem yet I will look out for it just incase I ever decide to start wearing the stuff.

Chris said...

I LOVE the name of your blog!!

Roxanne and Lorraine said...

I've never thought of this but it's so, so true! I wonder what you can stick in there to try and scoop stuff out...?

Also, men may not like to kiss it, but I don't plan on kissing very many men throughout the day. And for all those losers not kissing me, I like to keep my lips shinny and appetizing looking. So they feel really bad they aren't kissing my lips. Or something.

Lorraine

Tammy/Yesterday's Cottage said...

Back in the day, there was that nifty little pot o' gloss you had to stick your finger in. Yes, you could access every bit of it but you probably lost an equal amount of product under your fingernail!

You're Lucky I Don't Have a Gun... said...

something that makes me more apeshit than that last little bit at the bottom of the tube? when the wind blows and my hair gets glued across my glossed lips like i just laid down a sticky rat strip on my mouth.