the coveted feet

Lydia Semenov is precious.

These are the kid of midnight texts I enjoy.

(via text)

Stephanie: We should make peach ice cream macaron sandwiches. 

me: le gasp

Stephanie: Yeah you heard me!! Omg what if we crumbled something buttery and crunchy to sprinkle on top? 

me: omggg yes, it will almost be like peach cobbler à la mode. 

Stephanie: like little bits of buttery graham cracker. Just a tiny sprinkle. Especially if it was blueberry ice cream. 

me: Jesus wept, that sounds amazing. 

Stephanie: You know how it's really sweet? What if we whipped goat cheese and added a touch of honey? 

me: You're going to make me cry!

Stephanie: and lavender! Goat cheese honey lavender!! Omg new tumblr name!!

You need to watch Stephanie bake macarons. I don't quite know how to describe it. It's a combination of precision, science, and magic that results in this perfect, melt-in-your-mouth treat. 

Makeup + Macarons

 

 

 

1. I almost overdosed on macarons that day. It would have been sweet. 

2. Foundation colors: Steph is an ivory, Mariam and I are beige sixes, Thribs and Rysheda are bronze. 

3. Don't eat a lot of food and then get a makeup lesson. Itis hardcore. Cleansers? Moisturizers, what?

4. Halfway to Manassas, I decided that I wanted to wear a different dress. Heheh. 

5. Mariam loves her some cardamom in her tea. 

Stephanie: It's probably about time I make a tumblr called "macaron fuck yeah."

me: heck yes, do ittttt.

Stephanie: The cupcake is dead to me.