something about the ritual and what it opens

The lift lash lotion has been sitting in a small dish near my lamp for longer than I expected. Five minutes and then it sets - which is either nothing or everything depending on where your head is that morning.

Stay quiet. Let it work.

The balm sits in the pocket of my coat now. A small, slightly heavy thing with a quiet finish. I reach for it without thinking, which is probably the point.

It doesn't announce itself. The glass mirror gloss just settles there on the lip and that's enough.

I kept coming back to it because it travels. No cord, no counter space required, just a small rounded lamp that rotates and cures wherever you happen to be doing this. I do it on the floor sometimes.

There is something about a cordless thing that removes the last excuse.

A silicone foot model for nail art practice. Lifelike, small, sits easily on a flat surface. This is the kind of thing that feels almost too practical to mention but I used it more than I thought I would.

Just a surface to practice on