Annie Walton Doyle

In the aisles of a drugstore, one’s instinct is almost magpie-rial. Glitter! Neon! Caramel-scented!

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

Of all of the supposed beauty “problems” in the world, for me, roots are really the least “problematic.” In fact, I love mine dearly.

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.

Remember at the start of the year, when we all watched a teenager with a mouth full of Juvaderm bizarrely reclining in front of a fire that looks l

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

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

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

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

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!