One of these days I was talking to people how I became so obsessed with makeup, style and shoes so I started thinking and went back to my childhood, when I used to smash my aunt’s Ciane’s eyeshadow palettes (sorry auntie) and smear my aunt’s Tiana’s lipsticks on my face, while they weren’t around.
The technique was the same: wait until they were distracted chatting with family or going over their daily and go over their dressing tables and pounce, in the dark, getting hold of anything I could, quickly.
So Many Lovely Things 