If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that my makeup routine is as inconsistent as my bank balance and my wifi speed all rolled into one.
Most days I don’t wear eye makeup, some days I just cover my face in tinted moisturiser and other days (or, you know, once a year) I roll up to work with my full face made up, ready for my slew of compliments.
… They often don’t come.
So imagine my surprise last week when I spent no more than five to six minutes on my face only to walk into work and be told I look refreshed. Alive, even! Like I’d been on holidays.
Quietly ignoring what this must say for the state of my appearance in the weeks prior, I had one thing to thank: my bronzer.
You see, from the age of about 13 to 16, bronzer was my best buddy. Along with it's obnoxious cousin in fake tan, it become the only beauty essential I needed. After all, who needs foundation when you can saturate your face in bronzer and come out sparkly and tanned on the other side? (Me. I needed foundation.)
After many-a-year attached at the hip with my Natio Pressed Powder bronzer, we parted ways the minute I realised I looked a teenage version of Donald Trump, complete with eye-hole cut-outs where the bronzer didn't quite reach.
Fast forward six years and I found myself back with an old friend. My normal bronzer had depleted, pay day was still weeks away and Natio's $19.95 price tag was one I couldn't pass on. So I picked it up, threw it on and ran out the door.