Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I love me some makeup. Looking back, I’m certain this is something I inherited from my Momma. Well before I was allowed to wear it myself, I was accompanying her – door to door – as she sold Avon cosmetics to our suburban neighbors. It was the 1970s. Shag carpet and “shag” haircuts were the rage, and women were coming into their own. Avon was helping them do that. I loved it all. The tackle boxes of product, the tiny lipstick samples, and the camaraderie of women discussing the season’s latest colors, and so, so much more. I’ve gone through a lot of looks since then – some better than others. But one thing has remained the same. Very little makes me happier than a trip to the makeup counter. Drugstore, Sephora, Ulta, Target, department stores. You name it. I’m there. And I’ve got a major cosmetics stash to prove it. Join me here for reviews, info on launches, tutorials, my faves, and much more. You’re already beautiful, but there ain’t nuthin’ wrong with enhancing it!