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Used to the Last Drop: I Finally Stopped Saving My Favorite Blush



Glow Girls already know this one.

My beloved Minimalist cream blush.

My ultra-favorite blush.

And, naturally, no longer available.

So I did what perfectly rational beauty lovers do when a favorite product disappears:

I started rationing it.

A little today. Not too much. Save some. Make it last.

Except eventually I realized something.

What exactly was I saving it for?

The whole reason I loved this blush was because I loved wearing it.

And there are so many beautiful blushes out there that I haven’t even met yet.

So one day I decided: what the heck?

Use it.

I stopped treating every swipe like I was depleting the national blush reserve. I wore my favorite blush when I wanted my favorite blush.

And last week, I finally finished it.

I’m still sad that I can’t replace it.

But I’m much happier that the last of it ended up on my cheeks instead of sitting indefinitely in a little compact because I was afraid to run out.

Sometimes enjoying something completely is better than preserving a tiny piece of it forever.

Used to the last drop. And properly loved.


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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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