Time slows. Heartbeat by heartbeat you watch yourself, as if outside your body, clutching the air in vain as your precious device falls just outside your grasp. With a “Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!” *splash* it meets its watery fate. We’ve all been there. What was it for you? A puddle? A mug of tea? The sink? Or, *shudder* the toilet? After the flush, please god.
I am the owner of one of the most coveted, revered and expensive instruments in at-home beauty. It receives rave review after rave review and is present either on the wishlist or in the regime of most beauty bloggers. And I hate it. Read on »