Annie Walton Doyle
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Annie Walton Doyle Articles
In the aisles of a drugstore, one’s instinct is almost magpie-rial. Glitter! Neon! Caramel-scented!
Read...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.
Read...Being a “strong” and “empowered” woman is so hot right now.
Read...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.
Read...During such trying times, there is one trusty frenemy whose shadowy presence always sneaks back into my life. Benzoyl peroxide, I wish I knew how to quit you.
Read...Inside everyone is a little bit of a Francophile, right? French things are just good and that’s that.
Read...On the difficult and important topic of highlighter, I’m torn.
Read...Do you have a good side? I definitely don’t have a preferred “side.” I am sometimes pictures of myself for my job, and I don’t know which side is better.
Read...You can’t fight it so embrace it: Fluffy winter hair.
Read...Writing my piece on the wonderful, amazing, superlative yet disappointingly evasive Seventeen Stay Time Foundation got me thinking.
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