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Used to the Last Drop

 


Decades ago, before I even started blogging, it was natural for me to finish a product that I bought. 

It was common sense. 

Before Project Pan or Empties was a thing,

I’ve been quietly finishing products. 

A quick tour in my archives will reveal plenty of products that I’ve used and loved through the years. 



There’s something very satisfying about finishing a product down to the last drop. 

Like some sort of accomplishment. 

I feel like I got my money’s worth. 


I didn’t love the products above. 

They were okay. 

They served their function.

But they will never enter my space again. 



This last one isn’t the exact product I used up. 

I used up the blue variant, but forgot to take a photo before throwing it in the recyclables bin. 

I couldn’t find one in my archives, too. 

So this will have to do. 

This was more used to the last pad than drop. 

These are Mumuso nail polish remover wipes. 

I love them. 

Easy and convenient to use. 

They are a part of my quiet rituals in the afternoon or late evenings when I do my nails. 


There is a quiet satisfaction in using something fully.

Not because it was perfect.

But because it was enough, for that moment.

And sometimes, that’s all a product needs to be.


—-


With elegance and quiet fire,
Lady E


Founder, Glow by Lady E 
An editorial space for stories, art, and intentional living



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