I’ve just signed up to Birchbox, primarily because I saw the packaging of this month’s one had flowers on it, was red and looked majestic.
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to get her botanical businesses fix…
Also, this is sort-of but also probably-not good news for you guys & doll faeces because I’ll be blogging about all products each month. If £10 is leaving my cardboard cut-out each month, this might just give me a forced incentive to blog. Not that I need to be forced… I love blogging, it’s honestly one of my favourite things to do, I just haven’t been finding the time. But, with Birchbox coming… I promise to make time.
I really don’t know what else to say… So, Birchbox. Thanks. Perch on a Birch like your name’s Bert. Stay outside of the Box. I’m welcome.
Finally, apparently – all of December’s items (in the Birchbox: ICYMI) are full-size. Hopefully this one proves better than Glossybox, ’cause that was a box full of complete and utter stupidity towards the end of my subscription.
Known fact: if Birchbox put a comb in one of their monthly boxes, I’ll make phantom babies with the founder — man or woman, I don’t care… In the likely event that the founder is in fact a woman, we’ll make a biological anomaly.
The most FINAL of finallies, Birchbox have partnered with a Matthew Willimanson this time. I don’t even know who Matthew Williamson is… To me, it just sounds like someone picked names out of a sorting hat and put them together. 2 trillion percentages it arrives and I’m going to pretend I know what Matthew Williamson does for a living. So you see, as a blogger, I really know my stuff.
Matthew Williamson x Birchbox = I’m just here for the full-size Nip & Fab product and plantation red, festive packaging. Equation solved.