Let’s talk about Summer Fridays: the Instagram It Girl of skincare. The one with the minimalist beige tubes and the kind of packaging that makes you rethink your entire bathroom aesthetic. If Glossier is the effortlessly cool girl who probably drinks iced matcha year-round, then Summer Fridays is her slightly older sister who has a yoga mat in the trunk of her Tesla and knows what “skin cycling” is. Origins: Two Influencers Walk Into a Lab… Summer Fridays was founded in 2018 by beauty influencers Marianna Hewitt and Lauren Ireland—because if anyone knows how to market a serum, it’s women whose job
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How to Look Like You Have Your Life Together (Even If You Used Expired Blush)
Let’s set the scene: it’s Tuesday morning, your under-eye bags are packed for an international flight, and your skin is giving “slept-in makeup, forgot-to-wash-my-face” energy—even though you totally did your full skincare routine (right?). You need to be presentable. Not red carpet. Not even brunch cute. Just… “I woke up like this” but with several steps in between. So here’s how I put together a full face with products ranging from luxury to “I found this in a CVS clearance bin,” and somehow ended up looking sun-kissed and semi-sane. Come on this journey with me. Step 1: The Clean Girl Routine
How to Take Your Makeup from Day to Night Without Looking Like a Greasy Goblin
Listen. I don’t know how other people do it. Other people—mystical, ethereal people—somehow manage to emerge from an eight-hour workday looking even better than when they left their house. They stroll into an evening event with their makeup miraculously intact, as if they were born with perfectly smoked-out eyeshadow and a seductive glow. Meanwhile, I catch my reflection at 6 PM and discover that my mascara has given up, my foundation has settled into a series of tiny trenches across my face, and my lipstick has migrated everywhere except my lips. So, I have consulted The Internet to figure out how the hell one is actually supposed
Disney Princess Swatches of the Summer Friday Lip Butter Balms
Listen, there are things in life that require careful consideration, meticulous analysis, and in-depth research. Things like who let the dogs out, why don’t we just eat the rich, and how many Summer Fridays Lip Butter Balms does one person need before it becomes a problem. I cannot answer the first two questions (though I have theories). But I can say that when it comes to Summer Fridays’ balms, the answer is somewhere between “just one more” and “help, my bag is mostly lip products now.” If you have never tried these little tubes of joy, let me enlighten you: they are soft, plushy, hydrating,
Summer Fridays Lip Butter Balm: My Lips Are Thriving, My Wallet Is Weeping
Lip balm is one of those things that should be simple. You just want something that keeps your lips from looking like a dried-up husk of a Victorian orphan, right? And yet, the market is rife with deception. Some balms pretend to be moisturizing but are secretly waxy little con artists. Some have the nerve to be sticky. Some smell like a Bath & Body Works exploded in 2007. Some (and this is unforgivable) require you to dig your fingers into a pot like some kind of feral beast. Enter Summer Fridays Lip Butter Balm, the latest inductee into my ever-expanding collection of lip products. I bought one. Then
What I Hauled While Dashing Through the Christmas Chaos
Friends, foes, and festive fiends: it’s me, your chaotic neutral beauty hoarder, crawling out from the wreckage of Christmas mayhem with a haul so glorious it could make even the Grinch jealous. My bank account may be whispering “cease and desist,” but the holiday spirit said, “MORE. TATCHA.” Let’s be real, everyone knows I’m a Tatcha simp. I’d willingly pay rent to that dewy purple packaging if it meant eternal hydration. So what did Santa (aka me) bring this year? A feast of products that will make my vanity look like the skincare aisle at Sephora, only more luxurious and,
My Beauty Haul: A Journey into Financial Recklessness and Moisturized Bliss
There comes a moment in every person’s life when they look at their bathroom shelves—crowded with half-used moisturizers, abandoned serums, and a dry shampoo that may or may not predate the pandemic—and think: What if I just bought more stuff? This is the story of that moment. And reader, I did not disappoint myself. I went on a beauty spree so excessive that it’s safe to say I’m now prepared for any scenario involving immaculate hair, flawless skin, and lips so hydrated they could host a pool party. Was it responsible? No. Was it fun? Oh, absolutely. So, grab a cup