Thursday, November 5, 2015

Goodbye and Hello

While it was tempting to let the last post stand as a goodbye in disguise, I really can't move on without a proper and final goodbye post.

During the past month of silence, I wavered daily on whether to really end this blog. I'm terribly attached to this indulgent space that serves as an escape from the ordinary and a place of connection with like-minded friends across the globe. I know that I don't have to write exclusively about beauty on this space -- after all, it's whatever I make it, and that's the beauty of a blog. But throughout the past year, I also longed for a clean break with an obsession that I often misidentified as a passion.

I'm still passionate about beauty, colours and nuances in life.

I'm no longer obsessed with acquiring a perfect collection of non-existent miracle goods that will solve life's problems.

Current simplified go-to makeup kit.

I contemplated writing monthly posts for another year to update you on the progress of my total beauty no-buy and the aftermath of my hurried decluttering, because it's one thing to get rid of unwanted excess but another to permanently change your lifestyle and actually be satisfied everyday with a downsized life. (Consider Monika's thoughts here on what to do post-declutter.) But because I'm eager to move on to other topics, I decided to use this post to give you a final update instead of dragging myself through a sixth year of reluctant beauty blogging.

Personally, I've been very good for the past 11 weeks of the no-buy. The only things remotely related to beauty I purchased have been hand soap and toothpaste. I still feel curious and tempted by new things, but focusing on behavioural change instead of counting products or budget was a good move. Eliminating excess has given me new appreciation for the items that I chose to keep, and I'm slowly but steadily using up endless back-up bottles clogging up cabinets in multiple rooms. Nowadays I don't even think about shopping, and although I'm vaguely aware that the annual Sephora VIB sale is looming, I couldn't care less. There's not a single thing that I actually need at the moment.

This used to be Benefit Skinny Jeans. A good reminder not to stockpile makeup.

I know that the downsizing of my beauty collection in the past quarter seemed abrupt and maybe even manic, but when it finally, finally hit me that I had been shamelessly wasteful in pursuit of the wrong goals, I couldn't correct course fast enough and steer myself in another direction. During the past month of abstaining from blogging, I also had to assess whether I was unhealthily addicted to blogging itself. Nice comments can be intensely soothing balm for ruffled spirits on a bad day, and I've only ever experienced acceptance and camaraderie from the beauty community. It's a sweet insulation and relief from trials of offline world, and I questioned who I was going to be after throwing off the mantle of "beauty blogger." Despite my start as an anonymous blogger, five years later I found myself completely entrenched in the beauty world. It was fun for a while but I needed more.

It took confronting my checkered past and embracing a humbling future to make the final decision: I must not use objects as shields for hiding skills, knowledge and insight that I lack. This was a time-consuming process, untangling my weird relationship with objects, separating threads that were dysfunctional from necessary and joyful. What I finally feel right now is peace and balance, and I know from the very core of my being that I'm finally pointed in the right direction. To continue on this path is going to take a lot of hard work, resilience, self-discipline and ohmygod so many failures and false starts. I'm going to have to eat an awful lot of donuts before complacency finds me again. However, I'm fully committed to this slower-paced and less materialistic life while enthusiastically pursuing my dream job/career where my first and truest passion lies.

Whatever your relationship with beauty is, I hope that it's empowering and an active and positive influence in your life.

Thank you for five years of readership, friendship and support.

Because goodbye means hello...

If you would like to join me beyond the topic of beauty, I'll be over at from now on. There's nothing there yet, and while I intend to keep a slower pace when it comes to posts and updates, I promise to have a post or two up within the next month. I'm particularly inspired by my friend Gaelle who now keeps a wonderful personal blog that reflects an authentic life, not one that is "curated" for social consumption.

My social media accounts are still active, although I'm not sure that I'll keep the Reductionista moniker for long.

And if you would like to work with me in the future, here's a contact page with a summary about what I do.

Hello! :-)

Sunday, October 4, 2015

The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo

Apparently a few people bought this book because of me, and a lot of people are still curious about it, so here's a sort of review and my take on the KonMari Method.

First of all, while the book cover hypes up the Japanese aspect of decluttering and organizing, I didn't find it to be specifically Japanese at all. Marie Kondo happens to be Japanese and lives in Japan, which contribute to some of her reasoning for why she does what she does. But what the book teaches isn't necessarily a "Japanese art" and most certainly not "the Japanese art." That's just the publishing marketing machine in action. What the book teaches is one specific woman's way of decluttering and organizing, and the magic comes from the unique little flower that is Marie Kondo, standing tall in a field of decluttering gurus who are evidently doing it all wrong.

I first came across a detailed review of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up in Monika's post and honestly had zero interest at the time because I believed that tidying up was a simple enough task once you put your mind to it and that reading an entire book on the subject was hardly necessary. Well, after months of trying to "tidy up" on my own (and reflecting upon the fact that this blog was about to turn five years old and I had done zero reducing), I had to conclude that a little motivation was necessary. Even then I was resistant to Kondo whose book was literally on the window display of every bookstore and on the list of must-reads and so on. "I will clean up without you, Marie Kondo!" I would shout in the privacy of my bedroom while staring at boxes full of unorganized products taking up floor space and literally falling out of closets. But then it turned out that the only thing keeping me from hopping aboard the KonMari train was a good sale.

A photo posted by Liz (@reductionista) on

The KonMari Method basically boils down to tackling a category of material goods, such as pants or books, and spreading ALL of the attendant items in that category upon the floor. You MUST retrieve every piece of item belonging to that category from every dusty corner of the house, and you MUST go through each item by picking it up and reflecting upon its value in your life as well as the emotional response it evokes. It sounds tedious and time-consuming as hell, but true to her promise, it actually doesn't take very long and feels very liberating not only after but during. By spreading out everything in one shot, you get an aerial view of your habits and tendencies (how many pairs of "fun socks" does a person need?), and by assessing each item individually, you zero in on what matters and has merit enough to be kept.

It's easy enough at that point to pick out the garbage and trash them. Just for the exercise of throwing out unsaveable old bras and that stupid scratchy sweater that you never liked but thought was "practical" to keep -- do it. About a year ago, I did manage to complete a first pass of my closets (yes, multiple closets) and donate away quite a bit of clothes and shoes. There was more to be done but I didn't know how to go about it, and the KonMari offers great guidance on navigating your way through sentimental clutter as well as demystifying common beliefs and notions we hold regarding possessions and what is considered needful. I admit though that I cheated through some of the process in order to get to the end faster, like skipping over the meditative aspect where you touch or hold each item to respond to its value in your life. I did it with sentimental categories that had me stumped or torn, and I skipped it entirely with boring stuff like papers. (During that particular process, I found four different bags or boxes containing ONLY Sephora receipts and wanted to poke out my eyes like King Oedipus.) And I ended up half-assing through the clothes folding method she came up with to save space and make everything more visible, but taking her advice and not stacking things on top of each other really has kept me from shoving things into random drawers and sliding back into organized chaos.

Side by side, not in knots or on top of each other.
The book is a worthwhile read for anyone who is curious and intrigued. But it is a must-read if you have ever entertained thoughts of drastically decreasing material possessions for whatever reason. It will fan the flames of your minimalism fantasies into an inferno of trashing and donating. I began the process of decluttering halfway through the book, so wildly did I yearn for a smaller and simpler life that would not devolve back to messes oozing out of drawers. I glanced through the second half to see if Kondo devoted a section to beauty products, and when all I got was a short paragraph on sample packets, I decided to read the book at a more leisurely pace and started decluttering my beauty products one category at a time when I felt ready and motivated. (I began with blushes because they were the hardest to let go of, and if I could do that, I could do the rest no problem!)

Pared down beauty stash. It looks small but I regularly use only 1/4 of the products shown!

My biggest takeaway from Magic is not the keeping of belongings that "spark joy," which is the catch phrase that you will have heard of by now. Rather, it's that a dreaded task need not be prolonged in painful manner on a day by day basis. Kondo spends a considerable amount of time debunking standard decluttering tactics and mantras, arguing that to repeat the task of cleaning up and downsizing on a regular basis is time-consuming and repetitive. She offers a revolutionary alternative and claims not a single one of her clients has reverted back to their old way of life after The KonMari (she refers to this as "rebounding"). Since I'm on a total beauty no-buy until 2016, I haven't rebounded in any way at all -- at least when it comes to beauty products. I'm about 2/3 into closet decluttering and likely won't rebound there either, but already a new sweater has been inducted into my wardrobe because after getting rid of a bunch of weird stuff that I could never wear, there was now space for a more wearable and reliable piece. Personally though, I've been on a low-buy for clothes and shoes for the past 4-5 years pre-Kondo and have never gone back to being the clothes horse that I formerly was.

My favourite part of the book isn't a section or a method but Marie Kondo's gentle but firm tone. Whoever translated and edited did a marvelous job. (There is a disconnect from the English book to watching a live video of Kondo in action, but we'll stick to the book for now.) Kondo comes across a great deal of strange people and even stranger habits and hoards, but there is no mockery or judgment; the focus never wavers from the goal which is to help the clients. The narration flows naturally from Kondo's examination of her odd childhood tendencies to the mistakes and experiments she made and conducted as she embraced those very oddities to create a harmonious life for herself. Revealing your secret hoard, habits and insecurities to someone else is not an easy thing, and Kondo doesn't sentimentalize or dramatize such moments. The understanding she conveys is an acknowledgement of simple human nature. We dawdle, delay, justify, make excuses, cling, pamper -- all coping tactics against emotions we feel/receive, and in turn we throw and project those feelings upon objects. ("This will make me feel better!" "That will help solve x, y and z!") You can't help but conduct a thorough self-examination alongside the physical tidying process, and once faced with the truth of what you have been doing (and who you have become as a result), it's impossible to withdraw back into the comforts of old habits again.

That right there is the magic that is life-changing, and the use of a neutral/positive word "tidying" instead of "decluttering" or "purging," basically says it all. For some, it'll simply be a reconfiguration of already well-curated belongings. For most of us, it will likely be a mass decluttering session. The intent is to help tidy to suit your personal philosophy and lifestyle. The book does emphasize details like how many garbage bags have been filled and tossed per session, which I think is beside the point, but it serves to highlight the present day reality of the consumerist culture we live and participate in. I don't like to think about all those bags of garbage thrown out worldwide as everyone begins to Kondofy their lives, and my only recourse on a personal level is to minimize what gets sent to landfills which means donating and giving away whatever I can and -- most importantly -- minimizing what I choose to purchase in the future. Throwing away unnecessary things is the easy part. The battle I will be fighting for the rest of my life as a recovering shopaholic is the automatic tendency to buy something to make a situation better temporarily. But when I come home to a house that visually reflects the values I seek to live by, it's much easier to stifle a stupid longing for $50 Guerlain lipstick. I don't need to mimic Kondo's Shinto shrine maiden spiritualism to feel appreciation for the objects that I do treasure and enjoy using, and I think that The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up does an excellent job at distinguishing the standards that Kondo sets for herself and the kind of life that you personally want to live. Its purpose isn't to turn us into little Marie clones, as I think that some may fear.

"...pour your time and passion into what brings you the most joy, your mission in life."

In the beauty world, it's easy to confuse products for joy, and for years I didn't want to think about what my "mission" in life might be. It certainly isn't to achieve the world's fattest collection of lipsticks. Once that became clear, it was easy to let go. There is some regret at the money and time spent simply focused on products, but that is offset by the feeling of liberation and excitement at what the future holds. I also learned quite a bit about the beauty industry through the past five years of beauty blogging, and by extension, contemporary notions of beauty, consumer habits and fears, feminism, makeup artistry -- many wonderful things. But it's time to take that knowledge and move forward into other arenas that make up life, and I am well on my way to finding joy in intangible things that won't expire or create anxiety. I was on my way before Marie Kondo came along, but her book definitely helped to speed up the process, and I recommend it for anyone who is having trouble putting into action what the heart is already convicted by.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Reduced Base Products

I'm not going to run through all of the reduced/decluttered categories, but I figure this one is worth showing since the survivors fit neatly on a MUJI raft. (Destination: Liz's future glory and healthy self-esteem.)

I was usually pretty good when it came to keeping liquid foundations because I'd use them up regularly and really disliked finding expired bottles. But something happened in the last two years and I had BB creams coming out of my ears despite giving away at least 5 bottles to overburdened souls nearby. And right now, nothing matches my face and it's annoying, but I'm not going to search for something else at this point when there's a heavy purge bag full of discards.

Shall we look at the remains?

I don't wear primers anymore despite still being oily enough that a mattifying primer would come in handy. I picked up Bobbi Brown SPF 50 Protective Face Base as a "nice sunscreen" rather than for its priming effects, and Burberry Luminous Fluid Base acts as a subtle highlighter instead of a primer. The Bobbi Brown actually has decent oil-control, although it isn't powerful enough to keep the shine off my nose like Hourglass Veil Mineral, and I like wearing it underneath a Bobbi Brown powder foundation. The Burberry was an exciting Winners discovery and I don't use it very much, but I like to mix it with Laura Mercier Oil-Free Foundation which I find too matte and flat nowadays. BB creams have ruined me. RUINED ME.

Guess I must be an oldie because omg -- a traditional liquid foundation! (!!!!!!!!) I heard a woman at Shopper's one day asking for a base with coverage and sunscreen, and the saleswoman immediately declared, "What you're looking for is a CC cream." I... wanted to smack her. CC cream is a made up marketing thing, and a foundation with SPF doesn't make it a "CC cream." Also, I haven't seen any CC creams around these parts with high enough SPF so there's that rant for the day.

Foundations, right. My previous holy grail Laura Mercier is now discontinued and this is one of the last unicorn bottles. While the shade match is great, as I mentioned above, I like to mix it with a luminizer because on its own = flat, contourless pancake face. Going to try to finish it since I was committed enough to secure a bottle during discontinuation. The other traditional foundation is a powder foundation from Bobbi Brown (Skin Weightless in Natural 4). It has buildable coverage and is the closest match to my current skin tone. Sometimes I wear it on its own, sometimes I dust it over other bases. And I don't like to go too heavy with it because Bobbi Brown bases can lean TOO yellow.

Aaaaand I've already dedicated a post to my boredom with the necessary evil that is concealers.

While it happens to be slightly too pale for me right now, I'm close to finishing the Dior DiorSkin Nude BB Creme in 002 and very excited to see it dwindle. It has lovely, skin-like medium coverage but I can only wear it for about 4-5 hours before the oils percolate and DESTROY the illusion of beauty I so carefully crafted in the morning. 'Tis a burden we oily faced folks must bear, along with the indignity of having to whip out a napkin or blotting sheet in the middle of a meeting. A coworker once thought I was crying, which I only figured out later in the day. (I had received a pat on the back along with a conspiratorial whisper: "We all have those days." At the time, I was like, "What, you're oily too, Tim?")

Bad days, oily face -- right. Fragile nature of BB creams.

Do I have to explain what a cushion foundation is or no? This Lirikos came as a surprise gift from an auntie in Korea who has heard whispers of my insane obsession with all things beauty. I'm pretty much in love with this thing and that has caused me to exile other bases not shown here. Unfortunately, much like the Dior BB, my oils cause interference and I think it'll be a better match in winter when I'm paler and drier. So I'm storing that tightly sealed until the first freezing November wind slaps me in the face and tells me to wear a proper coat for god's sake and apply more moisturizer in the morning.

(Yeah, these cushions look dark but I assure you -- they're usually way too pale.
Numbered "N-01," I would equate to a MAC NC15 or so.)

Conclusion: I probably won't need to shop for a new base until 2017. May completely safe parabens concocted in state of the arts labs do their job and keep my bases fresh and non-stinky. *applies foundation in cross motion*

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Reduced Nail Polish Collection

This declutter took a long, long time, my friends, but I have prevailed.


Once long ago, I had a small collection like this that I was perfectly happy with:

My "vintage" nail polish collection that no longer exists.

You see, it grew and grew and GREW and GREW. Six became twenty, and twenty turned into sixty. After that ninety, two hundred, and finally -- while not quite sure of the count but aware that it was something horrific near four hundred -- I had to do something about the exponentially growing nail polish "collection." It was no longer a carefully curated collection but a greedy hoard that wanted to eat up my life.


I don't have an elegant essay on why that is, but it's true. It's not good enough that I already have ten pretty blue polishes. I need ten more to fill the "gaps" between each similar but not quite the same shade of blue! I think this is a false need that anyone with the slightest bit of artistic bone in their body can relate to. Pro makeup artists and painters might their own desired shade of blue in studios but we average consumers lack the knowledge, skill and resources. Hence, we browse for swatches and brands for endless hours, hoping to encounter not-quite-dupes that will justify our urge to splurge and fulfill a neurotic need for colour palette or brand/series completion.

My justification in the past for nail polish splurges was that I don't buy or wear jewelry. I own no gold or silver or precious stones, and I'm happy to keep things that way. But I did work in a corporate atmosphere most of my adult life, typing on keyboards all day, and admiring my nails swathed in brilliant colours and sparkles was oddly satisfying. I used to get side-eyes and comments from co-workers all the time about these manicures. "Who has the time?" over-worked at office and home types would ask. Well, it wasn't that I had the time. I multi-tasked by applying polishes on reading nights when I wasn't at three-hour lectures after a full day of work. With my hands left with nothing to do but turn pages, I managed to power through 2-4 novels a week plus ancillary articles and essays. Sometimes I would mindlessly begin a manicure at 1am because the brain needed a break from the toils of a long day, and the need for a good manicure on a weekly basis persisted until the year I overloaded myself and ended up quitting my full-time job.

The need for a good mani sort of faded out after a while. But surprisingly, not so the need to continue to own ALL THE SHADES. I bought at least ten bottles of nail polish this year and didn't even bother with a pedicure this summer. That is the height of insanity. Thankfully I've managed to climb down from that. As you can see from the blog sale that's continuing, I'm letting go of my carefully hoarded bottles, used no more than once or twice or even at all. As I organized and reoganized countless bottles to try to make sense of this madness I was under for so long, I realized that I was under the thrall of one power (the need to collect) channeled by two desires (luxury and artistry). While it's difficult for me to fork over $40 for luxury brand lipsticks, I don't feel as bad with a nail polish in the $10-20 zone. Chanel and Dior both produced some of the most beautiful shades and collections, and I was an avid collector until hard times hit and was forced to cut back on my consumption of the latest limited edition offerings. (I say "forced" because I would have kept on going had the stable pay kept rolling in.) And now these polishes are in the mid-$30s and I can barely look at them without wanting to throw up a little at the money I wasted.


In all honesty, if I really wanted to satisfy that stifled inner artist, I would have spent some more time reorganizing the polishes regardless of brand and collection affiliations. The pull to have X number of one brand and Y number of another is incredibly strong, and the best way to combat this would have been to store all the reds together, all the beiges together, and etc. This way you can see immediately that no one really needs 30 shades of aquas (oh dear heart, my kryptonite), and you allow your physical vision to penetrate into this thing called reason. My mental catalogue of the "collection" was not to be trusted, and yet I relied on it over and over again for each subsequent acquisition. As I began the task of downsizing the polish stash, I saw the proof of my poor memory and judgment in groups of too many purples and WAY too many blues.

I posted this just a few short weeks ago, determined to hang onto these poor investments as a way to salvage the past. But forcing myself to group the bottles by colour gave me a different picture... like, literally.

Separated from the pretty gradation and CHANEL symmetry, a few bottles immediately jumped out to be discarded. WHEN was the last time I wore those shades? WHY did I so badly feel the need to pick them up?? WHAT would I achieve now by hanging on to them???

The only HOW I could come up with is to get rid of the excess, and WHO it would benefit would be me. I never did find that perfect nail polish organizer, and even if I do, I'm unwilling to pay too much anyway which tells you right away how fickle I am about this category of beauty and uncommitted I feel deep down inside. I don't judge nail bloggers or enthusiasts with large collections because I know that many of them take extremely loving care of their possessions, listing each bottle by brand, shade name and year of release, storing them in carefully chosen drawer systems with labels and all. In fact, I rather applaud that sort of diligence.

Me, on the other hand... I was ruled by something more fleeting and shallow, and I want to make a permanent change going forward. How I feel about the excess polishes don't change the beauty and quality of the individual products, but I am incapable of housing them all for much longer and need to send them to new homes where they will be better appreciated. As someone who dislikes physical waste, I refuse to throw away perfectly good bottles when they may provide that little lift of spirits to someone who needs a more colourful life. I'm selling whatever I can in the blog sale to recoup some of the costs, but ultimately I fear that most will have to be given away to my more sensible-minded family and friends -- and dear god, friends of friends.

If you're like me and struggle with the desire for more while knowing full well that this desire isn't a true "need," try organizing the products differently. Better yet, go all Marie Kondo and throw everything onto the floor or the bed and take a long, hard look. You'll probably find that you already have more than you'll ever need. And in the case that you don't actually have enough, come on over and I'll set you up with a starter kit, LOL!

Current reduced collection: 60-something.

I could probably cull another 20-40 if I put my mind to it, but I'm a little tired at this point. It's timely that I'm going away this weekend and won't be paying attention to blog sale inquiries until late Sunday or Monday morning. I need to get away from this hoard and come back to it with fresh eyes. I dream of the day when my room won't be so flammable. 

Monday, September 14, 2015

Lipstick Nirvana is 20 Tubes



(Long-dead demi-gods and philosophers are shaking their heads at me from the afterlife for careless usage of nirvana and eureka in one post. Shut up, ghosts - y'all need some lipsticks.)

Those of you who can count are like, 'Hmmm... this is 13, Liz.'


One month into my TOTAL BEAUTY NO-BUY and I am feeling good. So good in fact that I have been decluttering non-stop all three problematic hoarding categories I've struggled with since teenage years: beauty products, clothes and books. I'll talk about the no-buy in greater detail later on, but today I finally hit upon a lipstick number that has me ecstatic. It's just right for me -- enough variety to keep from being bored but small enough that I don't need a damn spreadsheet to tell me what I own.


When you have that nagging feeling that there are still too many dupe or near-dupes in the stash? Time to give the hoard another pass and try wearing those colours. If you really love or rely on a certain category of shades, by all means, keep them. No need to cull just for the sake of it or to prove anything to anyone. After an evening of intense scrutiny, I let go of a handful of lip crayons and am now left with five as shown above: Revlon Sultry, Revlon Romantic, Bite Rhubarb, Bite Pomegranate and NARS Cruella (x2). A few years ago I would have quibbled that the Bites and NARS are minis and should really count as half lipsticks but who. fucking. cares. One Halfling is still a full person.

Heading into the traditional tube category -- I am now left with 7 MAC lipsticks. Let's see if I can remember the shades off the top of my head. In no particular order: Lady Danger, Relentlessly Red, Flat Out Fabulous, Heroine (mattes), Zen Rose (sheen supreme), Out For Passion (huggable) and Rebel (satin). I love MAC mattes because they keep well and don't turn bad in six months like a lot of the liquid stains do.

8 left! One is a tinted balm and the other a liquid stain. I think just one tinted balm and one liquid stain is how I'm going to roll from now on. When I want just a tint, it hardly matters what colour; the goal is to simply not look dead. (The balm is a super pale pink from Paul & Joe, the third tube from the left. Lovely refillable horse case gifted to me by amazing Lena!) The liquid tint is from Korean brand Etude House and has amazing lasting power which Rae noticed with her eagle eyes when we slurped ramen at momofuku this past summer. When something impresses Rae, you know it's good.

The remaining 6 are YSL The Mats #210, Lancome Shine Lover #346 Electrisante, NARS Autumn Leaves, Armani Rouge d'Armani #402 (last year's gift from Awesome Larie), Hourglass Nocturnal and Albeit Azalea (in-house brand by Anthropologie).

Yep, that last one took me by surprise, too. The Anthro brand is basically a no-name lipstick, and in a cull this big, TWO Revlons survived to tell the tale. My lipstick stash now feels like such a democratic collection. It's based on how much I love the colour and how it makes me look/feel, without regard to brand names or luxury labels. I've eliminated tubes and glosses with garish, reflective sheen, and I need not check regularly for the "crayon smell" as Maggie put it in one of her decluttering videos. Admittedly, I will never finish shades like Relentlessly Red or Lady Danger, but a few "occasion lipsticks" are perfectly reasonable and manageable; keeping 100 occasion lipsticks is fooling myself.

I know that a lot of people are crediting my renewed zeal to reduce to Marie Kondo, and she is to be credited for kicking things into high gear for sure. But thoughts have been germinating all year before I ever took an interest in her tidying up methods (the "KonMari"), and I'm not following her rules expressly because I do see room for compromise. The minty scent of the Revlon balms still drive me batty, but I'm not so precious anymore that everything I own has to be absolutely perfect and I have to be 100% in love with them. 95% in love is good enough, and my lipsticks and I are not headed to City Hall for a ceremony.

To conclude: I now have a lipstick collection that doesn't make me feel like a crazy person, and I genuinely enjoy ALL the shades, without being afraid of the bolds and not saving designer shades for that imaginary "maybe some day." I can wear any of the shades now even just to go to the grocery store, and I am never going back to the days when I picked up something just because it was on sale or picking up multiples of something I hadn't even tried.

This beauty blogger has had enough.

For me, lipstick nirvana is at 20 tubes. How about you?