Hopelessly Heather

The ramblings and obsessions of a longtime Avon lady

I always travel with my own washcloths.  Primarily, I’ve historically done so because I feel super duper guilty staining those perfectly white ones in hotels with my makeup every day.  So, I pack one washcloth per night as well as a companion ziploc bag for storage of each soiled washcloth.

We all seem to have a love/hate relationship with bobby pins.  They are a necessary evil when trying to keep complicated hairstyles in place – and sometimes simply to keep stray strands pulled back. And that’s where the hate part of the relationship comes in: they don’t like to stay put.