Have you heard of Birchbox? Nobody is paying me any money to say this, swear to god—none of my Splendid Things are ever, ever sponsored or given to me for free, by the way; they're just things that I've bought with my own hard-earned cash and liked—but I have become sort of obsessed with Birchbox. Basically, for $10 a month, you get a box of high-end beauty products in the mail every four weeks. The catch? Well, they're sample-sized. Generously sample-sized, though, I might add. Which really makes it not a catch at all.
I first heard about Birchbox way back in June and I decided to sign up just to see what I thought. It seemed like a good deal—I'm a sucker for sample-sized products because they're so good for traveling, and I love to have miniature versions of all my favorites. I entered in my mailing address, paid my $10, and forgot all about it. And then, in early July, this arrived in my mailbox.
Yes, that is a hot pink package. It's kind of a fun thing to get in the mail every month.
I opened the package to find my Birchbox....box. (Allow myself to introduce....myself. Anyone?)
And inside that was this:
There was also a little card, telling me what everything was:
August and September's boxes were just as good; I didn't take any photos of them because I was all "eh, I am an old hand at Birchbox now, it is unbecoming for me to squeal at miniature-sized bottles of nail polish" but they had some pretty great stuff in them too, my favorites being a Tarte tubed mascara ("a push-up bra for your lashes!"), a new Kate Spade perfume, some sort of hugely expensive lip gloss that makes your lips all tingly and ostensibly plumped up (though not like this, thank goodness), and a Be Fine night cream which totally lets you go to bed smelling like a rich person, so that you can imagine, albeit briefly, what it might be like to be Gwyneth Paltrow.
Look, I know $10 a month is kind of a ridiculous indulgence for a box of tiny, fancy beauty products, and if I ever need to reexamine my budget and cut from it, Birchbox is obviously going to be the first thing to go, but for now, I love the surprise of getting some little treats in the mail every month. It's silly, but I get really excited when a new box arrives—I don't even let myself read the emails they send in advance, just in case I accidentally see what this month's products are; it would be kind of like seeing all my Christmas presents on December 22nd—and I relish the way they wrap everything up so prettily, so that you can just sit at your desk, with your cats as your audience, and gleefully narrate your excitement out loud as you open up each little tissue-wrapped package one by one.
Uh, I mean you could. You. One. I obviously don't do that at all.