Annie Walton Doyle

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

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

It’s funny to think that sometimes I don’t have the energy to get off the couch, or to buy groceries, yet my face is constantly using said energy t

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.