Confessions of a Beauty Addict
I’ve been blogging for nearly 10 years now—in the blogsophere, that’s a lifetime!
You might know me as the author of Confessions of a Beauty Addict and Beauty
Confidential. Maybe you’ve seen my writing on VanityFair.com or Fox News, or caught me on TV. If you’ve stumbled across my YouTube videos (especially any of the “Honest Beauty” series), I apologize and hope your eyes have since recovered. And then there was the time that I brought the magazine industry to a crashing halt (no, really) with my anonymous editor blog Jolie in NYC—how much things have changed!
Confessions of a Beauty Addict on Amazon.com
Every time I make a proclamation on How My Blog Is Going To Be, I grow and change and the blog changes with me. So, I’ve learned to stop making grand declarations. (Plus, I’m terrible at follow through. When I was a kid, my teachers were like a broken record: “Nadine starts with a bang and ends with a whimper.” “Nadine’s eyes are bigger than her stomach.” “Nadine bites off more than she can chew.” Okay, okay, jeez—lesson learned!) I still get overly enthusiastic about things, but at least now I know that brick-by-brick is more effective than jumping in the deep end sight unseen. (Usually.)
Here’s what you won’t find on my blog:
Outfit of the Day posts, photos of me holding a coffee cup while looking down at my stilettos, mind-numbingly obvious beauty advice that you could find with a simple Google search, banal “Top 5!” or “Best Of!” lists, anything DIY (I’ll just buy it, thanks), makeup swatches, tone-deaf things implying I am a domestic goddess (HA!), or recipes with cheese. (I really hate cheese. It’s just moldy cow juice).
Here’s what you will find:
Honesty, neuroses, kindness, tough love, breathless commentary on Duchess Kate, updates on my life, YouTube videos where I speak too quickly, ruminations on marriage, friendship, being your best self, life, love, death and everything in between, and truthful, warts-and-all reviews of beauty products and luxury travel destinations. Oh, and hair selfies. (It is a disease, and humbly accepting that it is greater than you and beyond your control is the first step toward recovery.)
my first baby! Here, a few of the reviews:
beauty magazine in New York City (with a love triangle, obviously), is the epitome of a beach book: breezy, light-hearted, and page-turning. Is it weird that, if I pick it up and read any of it, I actually giggle? At my own writing?! (Yeah. It’s weird.)