I wasn’t looking for a new favorite mascara when I ventured into the brand new—and dangerously close to my place of residence—Space NK beauty emporium in Nolita on Saturday. Neither did I especially want for bronzer. And yet both of those items—and more—made it into my shopping bag. Let’s review:
I asked our salesperson what her favorite mascara in the store was (because, let’s face it: I’m always at least halfway looking for a new favorite mascara) and she produced a tube of Mascara Terrybly from By Terry. And people, my lash game has been transformed. Nothing short of false lashes has ever made them look so long, and glossy, and positively un-gloppy.
I am so poor at eyeshadow application that I’ve pretty much given up on the proposition altogether, but this new brush makes screwing up hard even for me. Color glides on with one fell swoosh, and something about the shape of the brush itself and the angle of the handle gives you the control you need to be much more precise.
This eyeshadow palette initially attracted me because it’s just so cool-looking—I am forever being drawn in by innovative executions of the beauty palette—but the colors are what closed the deal: all highly wearable, all low-drama.
Just another light, sheer, super-flattering bronzer that I didn’t need but had to have.
There are few things more excellent than arriving at CO Bigelow Apothecary to pick up a prescription and being told that it’s not quite ready. Because this means you are left with no choice but to browse their endless and excellent selection of beauty products; to stock up on old reliables and discover new indispensables. This was my yesterday.
First, a reliable: I can’t believe I’m only now just getting around to writing about Klorane Floral Water Makeup Remover, because I have stayed loyal to it for longer than pretty much any other item in my beauty arsenal. It takes everything off, and is the lightest ever—true to its name, like water. No grease, no stinging.
My new new favorite lip color, people. And not just because this is the perfect reddish-pink— (or pinkish red?) but also because it is truly the longest-lasting tint I have ever tried. As in, I applied some mid-day, and then hours later, when time rolled around to take the dog out for his evening walk, I checked the mirror and it was still there. And it’s super-matte, which may be very 80s of me to like, but I like it.
I can’t quite get to the bottom of what they put in Swedish Dream Sea Salt soap to make it smell so damn fresh, but I’ve long thought that if I could pipe the scent into my home, I would. This candle version is the next best thing.
Migraines used to be a big part of my life, and while only drugs truly made them go away, lavender provided a lot of relief, and nipped quite a few small headaches in the bud before they became big ones. I am picky, picky about my lavender as a result, and this stuff—a light, milky oil that absorbs immediately and has a clean, not-too-heavy scent—clears the bar in a big way.
I never really write about skincare products, because what works miracles for one person might very well spell disaster for another, a lesson that is impossible not to learn the hard way—but one that I finally took to heart in my mid-40s, when suddenly breakouts became a big problem. And we’re not talking delicate little spots, but nasty, big old honking angry zits that were infuriatingly stubborn. I went to a dermatologist who prescribed antibiotics and everything cleared up, but only for a bit. Clindamycin worked until it didn’t. My oily, sensitive skin was a bad match for Retinol, about which everyone raved, and an even worse one for cleansing oil. This was when I was an editor and had access to a beauty closet, and I was in there every two weeks, defeated and looking for answers. Finally, somebody told me to try Kate Somerville Detox Daily Cleanser, and that was all it took. Because skin likes consistency perhaps above all other things, I have stuck with it. Usually I just pop over to Sephora when I’m running low, but Nordstrom is running a special on this awesome 16-ounce pump dispenser full of the stuff, and how great is that?
While it is true that we are having freakishly warm weather here on the East Coast, my deathly winter pallor has arrived, as always, right on schedule. So lately I’m relying on this powder bronzer by Lauder, which endows my face with such a convincing and natural-looking glow—fresh, not mask-like and fake-y—that not long after I tried it for the first time, I ran into my friend Ruby on Prince Street and she asked where I’d gone on vacation.
I am not a perfume person, and not because I don’t like the idea of wearing perfume: it’s just that most are so strong they make me dizzy, and so many are too ickily sweet for my taste. This, however, is right up my alley: it smells of cypress oil, cedar, vetiver and—ever so subtly—patchouli, and I can’t stop spraying it on, and then smelling my wrist.
I know that half the universe has sworn by Kiehl’s Creme With Silk Groom for ages now. But I’d never given it a shot until this past weekend out in Sag Harbor when I realized I’d neglected to pack my usual Hair Product and was relieved to find a tube of it lying around. And now I understand why Silk Groom has an army of admirers: I’ve tried nothing that makes my fried hair so soft, or halts the frizzbo effect so completely.