High Voltage Swatch

I stalked right up to the glass vanity tray in the bedroom, zeroing in on an open palette flashing pans of hot electric magenta and neon violet. You didn't honestly expect me to walk past that kind of voltage, did you? I hopped onto the compact’s beveled plastic rim, dragged two gloved fingers straight through the pressed magenta shimmer, and slicked a bold, vicious streak right down the tilted mirror lid. Fine glitter flared in the morning light like pure neon fire. Sweet, right? If you’re going to leave serious pigments lying around, don't act surprised when they end up on display.