There are probably millions of ways that little girls find their way into the love of beauty. A stray tube of mascara, a first bottle of Tinkerbell nail polish, a shared spritz of perfume... For me, it was my grandmother.
Some of my favorite moments with her were spent listening to her tell stories while sitting at her makeup table. She never scolded me when I tried my hand at applying her little treasure trove of Clinique, regardless of the fact that I was probably turning myself into a clown/geisha hybrid with her powder and blush and I'll never forget the first time she let me try "dress up" lipstick, her signature color, Revlon Cherries in the Snow.
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She always had the matching lipstick and nail polish which was incredibly chic and glamorous to me. I can't remember a time when she wore any other color and when I recently picked up a bottle of this gorgeous fuchsia red polish I felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia.
Turns out she had great taste too, this polish is one of those rare one-coat wonders with a beautiful high gloss finish. And seriously, take a look at that killer vintage ad!
Who inspired your love of beauty?
XO











































