Beauty Roadtest: IPL

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Beauty Roadtest: IPL

In the 70’s, when I was a wee babe in Australia, if anyone made it out the door wearing any type of sunscreen it was a major miracle. Luckily, I was so pale that I bordered on transparent, AND my dad worked for Estee Lauder; so there was a small semblance of knowledge about the sun and it’s effects, though sadly not enough! Now in my mid-40’s, it’s so easy to go down the bathroom-mirror rabbit hole, where I scrutinize every broken capillary, every crease and every freckle (“that wasn’t there yesterday!!”). For the record: this behavior gets me nowhere except making me want to Sylvia Plath my way to the closest oven.

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Around the World In Stores I Could Live In

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Around the World In Stores I Could Live In

I like going into stores. A lot. So much so I owned my own for nine years. That's how much I love stores. If I walk into one that's particularly gorgeous, I'll even pretend I live there...if it's a furniture store I'll pick out which bed I'd sleep on, which dishes I'd use for dinner, which towels in the bathroom.

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Resale Diaries

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Resale Diaries

My friend Sophia was writing an article on this new site called Tradesy (think of it like a chic, female-centric fashion-only Ebay). She needed to sell something to test the “experience,” so I offered my old but pretty-brand-new-because-I-bought-them-too-small Chloe loafers. I love these things so much, but my feet told a different story (twas a horror story that involved blisters).

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