By the mid-twenties, the makeup worn by daring flappers had moved mainstream. An advertisement in the 1927 Redbook Magazine rolled its printed eyes at how “just a few short years back” rouge was equated with “skittishness” and bobbed hair covered a “freakish brain.”
But once put on each morning, the color in those bright cheeks and sultry eyes had to come off that night. Women reached for their Pond’s cold cream and their handy cold cream towel to wipe on, wipe off and repeat for the dewy complexion assured by the cold cream manufacturers.
Safe in the germ paranoid twenty-first century, the idea of using the same towel each night to remove my makeup and cold cream leaves me, well, cold. “Yuck” is the most printable word I can share in this family friendly blog.
But wait – there’s an unlikely corporate knight coming to the rescue of our 1920s damsel.
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