Not so long ago, my sister in law Shirim, who is quick with a compliment and loyal as the day is long—but also always, unfailingly, frank—doled out a bit of tough love. “Your eyeshadow is so dark it looks weird,” she said. “You’ve got to do something about it.” This was not something I wanted to hear. I have considered the (relatively recent) addition of eyeshadow to my beauty regimen to be thrilling and transformative and the best thing to happen to my face since bronzer. But when I got home and looked in the mirror, there was no denying she had a point: there is a smokey eye, and then there is little Jenny Humphrey from Gossip Girl after she went rogue, and at some point along the way, I seem to have crossed the line. I had no option but to scale back. And happily, a couple of nights later, my dear friend and former co-worker Meredith Rollins, who’s now an editor at Redbook, brought me a big old bag of booty from their beauty closet. Among the haul: this Amazonian Clay eyeliner from Tarte. It goes on smoothly and precisely, but with a thick, satisfying smudginess too. Just dark enough to make its presence known, but not so much that it scares the children.