Glow by Lady E

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 pr...

I already reviewed this INK Velvet shade, and I still think it’s beautiful. On me, it’s one of those wonderfully natural shades that doesn’t announce itself before I enter the room. It just works. Oh, and it’s one of those very few matte lip products that don’t dry out my lips. So naturally, I kept using it. And using it. Until I reached the ridiculous stage of beauty-product ownership where I knew there was probably still a little product somewhere inside the bottle. Technically. But between the tiny opening and the doe-foot applicator, retrieving it had become a minor engineering project. Could I have fought for those final molecules? Probably. Did I? No. There are limits to my devotion.  You know this, Glow Girls. I don’t like wasting time.  Eventually the amount of product potentially remaining became less valuable than the time I was wasting trying to get to it. So I’m calling it. Used to the last drop accessible to a reasonable human being. Good enough. I...

  I used to write about empties like a checklist—this is done, that’s finished, here’s what I might buy again. But lately, it feels deeper than that. There’s a quiet satisfaction in looking at something I once picked up with excitement—maybe even on a whim—and seeing it now, used and loved, its purpose fully served.