Like Saturn and a pickle, my Mom and Dad had lightyears of vanity distance between them. While my Mom has a whole room of clothes, shoes, bags and accessories, my Dad can probably survive with a suitcase of his own wearables and 7 clean pairs of briefs. While my Mom has shelves of skincare, haircare and whatever-there-is-to-care-for products in the bedroom and the toilet, my Dad can happily live with soap and a bucket of water a day. But as vain as my Dad was as a pickle, he did unknowingly teach me some of the most crucial beauty lessons I know.
