Betty-Lou and I have a love-hate relationship. I love the colour, the consistency, and the pigmentation.
I also HATE the pigmentation. Good grief is she scary to use. The first time I tried her (other than swatching here, there and everywhere) I made the mistake of dipping my Kabuki brush straight in and rubbing it around like a woman possessed. Then I swept it on the top of my forehead (y’know – like all the pros do). Biiiig mistake. I looked as though I had dipped my head into some shimmery cocoa powder, mixed with brick dust. As I tried to get my panicked breathing under control, I took my trusty Real Techniques buffing brush (that baby can sort out all manner of overzealous makeup application) and buffed. Then buffed some more. I buffed as if my life depended on it. Once the redness had died down – from all the buffing – and my eyes had cleared from the tears of fear, I took a look in the mirror. Expecting to see a big brown mess, I was pleasantly surprised that I looked fairly normal, just gently bronzed. It was then that I took a vow. I promised myself that I would only place that brush back on my face with minimal bronzer on, and only after tapping the heck out of it first.
Since then, you’ll be relieved to know, I haven’t had another disaster involving Betty. She has been kind to me. I still get a little shiver of terror when I first go to apply the brush to my face though, followed by a sigh of relief when I know it’s all going to be alright.*This post may contain affiliate links. Thank you for your continued support of Joyful Things!*