Glow by Lady E

  I kept it because it was pretty.  Even when it started to hurt.  Even if it was already looking nasty.  No matter how hard I tried to clean it, some of the dirt just wouldn’t budge anymore.,  And the bristles.  A lot of them have lost their bristle tips.  And it hurt when I brushed.  And the empty tips were also pulling my hair.  But still, I kept it. Because it was pretty. Because it was glittery. Because technically, it still worked. And maybe because throwing something away when it can still be used has always felt a little wasteful to me. So I kept brushing my hair with it. And kept getting annoyed when it pulled. Kept wincing when one of those exposed bristles scratched my scalp. Until one day I thought: Why am I doing this? It’s a hairbrush. It’s supposed to make something as ordinary as brushing my hair feel good. And this one didn’t anymore. That thought felt strangely bigger than the brush in my hand. Because how many things do we ...

  For many, many years, I’ve avoided dual-ended brushes.  I don’t like it when the other end gets dirty and squished in the container.  And for many, many years, I’ve used individual disposable spoolies to groom my brows.  But since I’ve been busier, I started buying more brushes. More brushes means less time spent washing them frequently.  More brushes meant more eyebrow brushes.  However, the brushes at KKV only had these dual tip ones.  (I’ve stopped buying expensive brushes. Tell you why in a future issue.) So, I had no choice. I tried a couple.  And I was smitten.  Forget about crushes.  I’m committed.  I haven’t realized how much time I could save by using just this brush!  I know it sounds exaggerated.  But for someone who continuously refines her systems to shave 5 seconds here and there, this is a big deal for me.  Instead of drawing my eyebrows, putting the brush down, reaching for the spoolie, grooming my b...

  Not everything stays. Some things pass through you… used, loved, forgotten. But every now and then— something lingers. Not because it’s loud. Not because it’s trending. But because it made your days softer. Easier. More you . These are the things I’ve been keeping close. 01. My Inabel Skirt This piece isn’t just something I wear. It grounds me. There’s something about the texture, the weight, the story behind it… it reminds me where I come from. And somehow, every time I reach for it, I feel a little more put together without trying too hard. 02. Juttis (My Unexpected Foot Saver) This pair is special.  Handmade. Flew all the way from India.  Bought from the company owner himself. I was already loving it. But when my feet needed gentleness, I fell in love even more. Soft. Forgiving. Still beautiful. Proof that comfort doesn’t have to mean giving anything up. 03. Sewame Hand Cream This one lives quietly on my table. A small squeeze… and suddenly, everything fe...