Unlike NARS shadows, NARS blushes are tenaciously molded. In other words, abuse them, and they will still not fall apart on you. My beloved Desire, a hot pink thing, has been with me for four years. And I've dropped her, many a time, but the fine-particled tightly-pressed bliss of the highest quality has never led her to chip on me (I will say, if you own one of the shimmery NARS blushes, this may be different). Alas, I drunkenly knocked into her the other night, and slammed against the floor too hard even for her faithful heart. She is dead, she is broken. God, she might have lasted me another four years. RIP, Desire.Labels: beauty notes, face, nars
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