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First MAC Palette

This is actually my first MAC “Empty” Palette. My first MAC palette is the Wonder Woman collection.

MAC palette, by bitsandtreats

I just finished depotting my three single eyeshadows and they look like this now:

MAC palette with 3 eyeshadows

The eyeshadows are Vex, Ricepaper and Twinks (top to bottom). I’d like to get more but I have a lot of palettes right now and I want to use them first before buying new ones again. (Kitten, I will not buy the Majolica Majorca palette!) I seem to be getting very obsessed with makeup lately. It must be because of Hyphen. Hmmmm…

How are you spending your Sunday night so far?

Comments

  1. too many make-up is never enough for me, haha.

    nice your very first customized palette. What I love about this is that, you can choose your own colors and use them all, unlike some palettes there would be one color that you'd never use.

    Obsessed? if your obsessed I'm posessed! haha!

    My sunday is so-so 2 letters LQ! :(

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  2. yes, exactly! Remember my Fashion 21 palette? That's my very first palette. Daming colors na di nagagamit.

    I think we are at the point of no return when it comes to makeup, sis.... What do you think?

    Mamimiss ka rin nun!

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  3. i know right? sayang, but then still ok than buying single eyeshadows.

    I'd have to agree on that sis! hahaha. If boys is all about their gadgets sa atin make-up.

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  4. wow yay for the almost empty palette :)

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  5. @Katey: LQ? little quiet?

    @Ma'am E: parang lalagyanan ng Curly Tops.

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  6. Ooooohhh... I would love to see it when it's full. There's just something about a full palette that warms the heart! LOL

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  7. @john: hahahaha

    mas gusto ko flat tops, but i love how curly tops look like.

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