I spent over 5 years at a corporate job, so I’m all too familiar with desk sitting, fluorescent lighting, and fighting the urge to nap at 3. Since I’m not a coffee drinker, I’d usually try to get up and move some once the afternoon slump hit. I’d visit my co-workers (Hi Carly!), grab some water from the kitchen, and walk to the bathroom to see what my hair had decided to do since I last brushed it. (It really does it’s own thing.) And then,
the dreaded mascara smudge.
That little black line running all along the crease of my eyelid. It made me look tired (which I was) and just a little (more) unkempt. I’d try to rub the smudge off which usually just pulled off my eye shadow. Fail.
And then I tried a primer.