Annie Walton Doyle

I think it’s safe to say that I’m coming to the end of my blond

Take your makeup love to its logical conclusion via a sensory attack on all fronts. Smelling like old ladies' handbags and young ladies' dressing tables and powder puffs and lipstick bullets has never been so easy as it is right now. It’s the scent family I call "makeup perfume."

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

On the difficult and important topic of highlighter, I’m torn.

As someone with a longstanding and deep love of a shine-face, powder blush has always been somewhat of a problem area for me.

Aside from knitting and prescribed medications, beauty products are the thing that helps me out the most during a bout of depression. Sound crazy? Read on.

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

Sometimes with skincare, it’s the satisfying science speak which lulls you into a state of security.

Those weird bendy rollers you’ve never used are actually a Hot Tip for adding texture to damaged hair.

In much the same way I feel about my eyebrows, I feel perpetual dissatisfaction with my lips.