Ladies, it is official: I am insane. There is definitive proof that there’s something wrong with me. You see, when most people open a tube of mascara and see a shade of garish pink found only on feather boas, they have no trouble walking away.
Not me! I squeal, “How avant-garde!” and happily truck my finding over to a Kohl’s cashier who is understandably shocked that someone is buying Flirt Big Flirt Thickening Mascara in Fuchsia, of all things. (Incidentally, if you’re a retail associate in either the greater Houston or Phoenix metro areas, we’ve probably already met when I bought something stupid from your store.)