Annie Walton Doyle

For a long time, I suspected that primer was a bit of a swizz. Makeup to go under your makeup, you say? Sounds very “Emperor’s New Clothes” to me.

It’s surely well known by now that the age of the heavily drawn on, perfectly angled eyebrow is coming to an end.

Blurred lip lines make your mouth look plumper in a natural, non-Juvadermed way (pretty), plus makes it look like you’ve just been making out (further proof you are pretty — as if you needed it).

There is literally no disadvantage to being confident. It’ll make you happier, more successful, a better friend, a better person.

Is there any makeup as synonymous with the twenty-teens as eyebrows?

Self-care is a phrase so enthusiastically tossed about as of late that in many ways it has lost all meaning. In the same way “wellness” has gone, the concept now seems vague and fuzzy, somehow ineffable.

Inside everyone is a little bit of a Francophile, right? French things are just good and that’s that.

Remember your first foray into the makeup world? Everything was more fun then. Colors were chosen in a magpie-like fashion.

It’s a prime example of what I’ve known all along: that the true crime interest and the niceness of a person are not mutually exclusive.

My struggles with eyebrows have been well documented over the years.