CoverGirl really wowed Raging Rouge when they introduced Lash Blast, the amazing volumizing mascara that also sells for a song (retail price at most drugstores is a low, low $8.50).
I never imagined CoverGirl could improve upon the perfection of Lash Blast. But the easiest way to improve upon a good thing is MORE of a good thing. New to the market is Lash Blast Luxe. It's the jet black lash blast you love, available in four shades of shimmery color to really make your eyes pop.
Even better news… Raging Rouge will be giving away FIVE tubes next week! Click HERE to read more about Lash Blast luxe on the CoverGirl website.
HOW TO ENTER
There are two ways to enter! 1) Subscribe to the Raging Rouge newsletter! Each subscriber is automatically entered once. 2) Mention the giveaway on your blog or website (yes, Twitter, Facebook and MySpace count)! Links from websites or blogs to Raging Rouge will earn you 10 entries into the drawing! Email ragingrouge[at]gmail[dot]com with the url where the link can be seen! Winners will be randomly selected at midnight on March 2, 2009.
Sorry for my international gals, but this giveaway is for US residents only. Winners must be over 18, and must explicitly agree to a disclaimer. Winner must respond to email notification within 48 hours or prize will be forfeit. Raging Rouge reserves the right to substitute any prize with a similar prize equal or greater in value, if need be.
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The truth is (and some of you may think this is sacrilege), I am not planning to watch the Academy Awards, and don't really care who wins any category. This indifference means I haven't been paying much attention to the coverage leading up to the event. 
As a little girl, I loved bathtime. I would prolong the bath itself, enjoying playing with my sister and the water. But I was also avoiding the dreaded post-bath combing ritual! Yes, a day's worth of hard-core play manifested itself into tangles more intricate than the plot of a soap opera. My Mom would patiently try to work them out with a comb, all the while I wiggled and complained about it. And when I was done, she still had my sister's more voluminous tresses to contend with!