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Notes on Beauty Journal

$28.00

I couldn't help but wonder... was it the serum I used? The way the light fell just after 7:45? Maybe it was one of those rare mornings where I felt like myself without trying.

Some moments pass too quickly, but you try anyway. The skin was glowing. The lip was right. Getting ready felt like a ritual again.

This journal is for that - not for tracking or perfection, but for remembering how beauty appeared and stayed.

A place to keep your rituals close. What you reached for. What made you feel like you. The details you'd want to relive again, even just for yourself.

I couldn't help but wonder... was it the serum I used? The way the light fell just after 7:45? Maybe it was one of those rare mornings where I felt like myself without trying.

Some moments pass too quickly, but you try anyway. The skin was glowing. The lip was right. Getting ready felt like a ritual again.

This journal is for that - not for tracking or perfection, but for remembering how beauty appeared and stayed.

A place to keep your rituals close. What you reached for. What made you feel like you. The details you'd want to relive again, even just for yourself.

 

For the ones who romanticize getting ready.

Beauty isn't just about how you look. It's how you move through the world and how you carry yourself. The small moments that make you feel like you again. Notes on Beauty sits somewhere between mindfulness and confidence, where your rituals quietly shape your energy for the day.

The kind of gift a bride might receive from someone who knows the getting ready part is just as special. And for the one just starting to care again, even a little.

Notes on Beauty isn't something you rush through. It's meant to live beside your favorite things, half written, dog-eared, and small enough to slip into your bag. Not every day will end up on the page, but some will. And those are the ones worth keeping.

Hardcover. Linen-bound. 96 pages.

Made to be filled slowly, left open on your vanity like an unfinished sentence