Bringing you yet another post from the black hole of my drafts folder.
If there were such a thing as the beauty Olympics, this do-all dry oil would medal for sure.
When is an oil not an oil? When it’s a magical, flowery balm!
Profound reflections on the past year or yet another story revolving around red lipstick? It’s really not a fair question…
In which I finally hop aboard the Naked bandwagon and fall madly in love with Urban Decay’s latest, rose-toned rendition.