Last summer I had the opportunity to participate in a silent meditation retreat. It seemed to offer the perfect way to unwind after a hectic year. Ten days in a beautiful but simple retreat center in central Washington. No cell phones, no email, no books. Just the meadow with views of Mt. Jefferson to the north, woods all around, and the meditation. Not easy, but rich and deep.
At Alima Pure, we have been so amazed and grateful for all the great product reviews we’ve received recently that we wanted to give something back. In appreciation of all our wonderful customers, we’re having a Friends and Fans Sale in your honor!
Have you taken advantage of our introductory offer on Alima Pure’s new Natural Definition Mascara yet? If not, you might want to do so quickly. This week only, you will receive double free samples in shades selected to perfectly complement your mascara choice! This offer is good only through Monday, September 16, so don’t miss out!
What could be more perfect for a fall collection from a makeup company in Portland, Oregon than a collection called “Stormy Weather?” After all, Portland didn’t get its rainy reputation undeservedly. But after a summer of record-breaking temperatures, everyone can look forward to cooler temperatures and a bit of precipitation!
What is your favorite birthday memory? One of mine is of turning eight. The thing I really desired, more than anything, was a stuffed, plush snake. As odd as that may sound, they were all the rage with my friends at the time—long, fluff-filled pieces of fake fur with a wide head, felt tongue, big eyes and long eyelashes. It was the very definition of “cool” to have one curled up on your bed…at least to an 8-year-old. It was really the only thing I wanted that year. Sure, Barbie dolls and books were welcomed, but I reeeaaalllly wanted that stuffed snake. So when my younger sister sidled up to me on the afternoon of my birthday, and asked, “after you open your snake, can I play with it?” I was shocked by how disappointed I felt. Why was I sad to find out that I was getting my heart’s desire? Was it that I didn’t want a snake as much as I thought I did, or was it that she had ruined the delicious anticipation I had been enjoying--building up to the birthday dinner, then cake and presents? With as much introspection as one can handle on their eighth birthday, I decided it was the latter, and glared at my sister throughout dinner. But just a few hours later, all was forgiven when I opened up the package containing my beautiful, ice-blue, plush snake. Joy hit me full-force--it truly was great to be eight.