Annie Walton Doyle

Let this idea appeal to your insubordinate nature: the world wants me to not like my face, so guess what? I’ve decided I like it. Take that, world!

The wonderful thing about knitting is that it combines mindfulness with mindlessness. You have to concentrate, sure, but you can easily lose yourself.

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

It’s official: I have bleached my hair to the point of no return. It can be bad: not cute and fluffy, but damaged and crazy.

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

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

Not often am I willing to declare myself as any sort of spokeswoman, but I am happy to speak for all of us when I say: thank Baby J winter is endin

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

You can’t fight it so embrace it: Fluffy winter hair.