Read this post on allure.com here.
Ever since high school, I’ve been a pusher. Instead of doling out contraband in dark alleyways, however, I deal in shine spray, anti-aging creams, and lip gloss. My main victim—if only she would submit!—is my mother. I constantly taunt her with the newest Giorgio Armani moisturizer, or Rene Furterer dry shampoo. But even after years of forcing new products on her, she still buys the same no-name cleanser and Ponds moisturizer. I respect her loyalty. But is it really a crime that I want somebody else to obsess over my awesome Dolce & Gabbana lipstick?
I think not. I recently read that model Erin Wasson has tried unsuccessfully to amp up her own mother’s blah beauty routine. “Oil of Olay is not going to cut it,” she tells her mom, to no avail. I, at least, have a single convert under my belt: my older sister. It started with her dipping dip into my makeup bag when she needed lip balm or conditioner; now, with perfect pronunciation, she hits me up for Laura Mercier mascara. We recently went on a trip to Mexico and I watched in awe as she unpacked over 20 skin-care products. I couldn’t have been more proud!
Poor Mom. I refuse to stop peppering her with suggestion of sunscreen to buy. Maybe one day she’ll actually try one out. In the meantime, I have holiday gift giving to look forward to. Let’s just say Santa will be shopping at Sephora.
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