A girl doesn’t like to fight fascism with unbecoming circles under her eyes, so THIS girl stopped in to Sephora [heavenly angel choir singing] and begged a sales clerk to help her find an undereye concealer that could do miracles.
The clerk suggested a couple of things that I wound up not liking, but GOD HIS OWN VERY SELF LED ME to the Smashbox display where I spied with my little bloodshot eye a tube that had all kinds of writing on it that piqued my interest. The words said, “Fancy fancy blah blah blah big promises primer illuminating miraculous blah” and included the magic letters “SPF,” which sold me.
I took it home. I used it. I dotted it lightly under my eye and blended it all around the lid and outer corner of my eye where I also get shadows. It set beautifully and lasted through a very long day with no creasing, glomming or fading. It’s got some sort of illuminizer in it but nothing shimmery or glittery. It is just a fantastic product.
I’m not saying that my Tarte and Nyx concealers are bad. They’re not. They’re just no match for this fall’s eye bags and shadows.
This stuff is a major splurge. But when you’re terrified for your nation and sick at heart and don’t want it to show quite so much on your face, you might want to bring in the miracle working products. For me, it’s worth it.
Hang in there, lovelies. Be of good cheer, be honest, be beautiful. Good luck giving the Word tomorrow morning, and enjoy the extra hour!