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!

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

For a long time, I suspected that primer was a bit of a swizz. Makeup to go under your makeup, you say? Sounds very “Emperor’s New Clothes” to me.

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

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.

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

There is literally no disadvantage to being confident. It’ll make you happier, more successful, a better friend, a better person.

Inside everyone is a little bit of a Francophile, right? French things are just good and that’s that.

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

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