Clairol Illuminated Make Up Mirror
When I was a pre-teen/teenager in the 80s, the little white desk in my bedroom was a sacred space. Not because this was a place where I wrote in my diary, did my homework or where I penned letters to all my pen-pals (remember those?!). No, this area was sacred because it was the space where I put on my make-up every day. Fresh from the shower, I’d sit at my desk with my hair wrapped up in a towel, feeling like I was backstage on...
