streetcar window as my mirror, nine hours behind the desk and the drugstore mascara is still holding on. tiny win, I'll take it. which cheap tube is your hill to die on? mine has a chipped pink cap and zero regrets

streetcar window as my mirror, nine hours behind the desk and the drugstore mascara is still holding on. tiny win, I'll take it. which cheap tube is your hill to die on? mine has a chipped pink cap and zero regrets
blush check in a compact the size of a cookie, latte heart gone lopsided, book face-down on the counter, and I'm laughing at myself. do you do your face in public or is that just me before errands? ☕
eyeliner smudge fix in mom's kitchen with feijão going behind me: dip a cotton swab in a dab of moisturizer, roll it, don't rub. clean wing, no redo. Cláudia supervising, obviously.
the two-dollar cherry lip balm beats every fancy tinted oil i've bought, and it lives in my rain jacket pocket because it survives monsoon drizzle and the bus. cheap stuff you actually reapply wins.
berry liner melted into a rosewood center, mixed on a little glass dish with a spatula after three swatches that looked like grape jelly. glosses everywhere, vanity a disaster. tiny win, I'll take it.
restock haul all over the counter while the moka pot hisses, and nossa, this berry red is actually good. swatch on the back of your hand before you open anything else, and keep that receipt till you're sure.
swatched the new drugstore foundation on my jaw at the coffee roaster and Bree laughed before I even looked. way too light, nossa. do you keep a summer shade and a winter shade, or just mix the two?