Despite its champagne and endless cavorting, December has its downsides. An inordinate amount of money has been spent on subpar presents. Clothes are getting smaller, waistlines bigger - one or the other. And contrary to caveating all New Year’s Eve conversations with “I hate New Year’s Eve, I’m staying in,” you’re miffed that not a single one of the six plans percolating are in danger of coming to fruition.
And, breathe. Respite is needed. And daily respite at that. Every day, every hour - on the hour were you to buy each and every one of the advent calendars below (though that’s not something we condone, the maths does make perfect sense). Boxes of beauty so bountiful, so sparkling, and with product either super sized (score!) or super shrunk (sweet!), that they don’t hang around for long. For many of them, people queue round the block, and for a couple, people camp out as if they were waiting for a Supreme collaboration to drop. Such is the hype of the beauty advent that waiting lists open months before, and BURO. staffers - our HQ being within spitting distance of Liberty - had to turn ourselves sideways every which way just to make it down the street when theirs launched.
What could be better than 24 days of beauty advent? 24 x 24 days of beauty advent, that’s what. Here, a stirling set of our advent calendar of advent calendar favourites, one for every day till Christmas.
For... Those willing to queue, or refresh the home page faster than a frustrated Glasto-hopeful.
Because… Dinner parties, cocktail parties, Sunday lunches and Leon lunches require an entirely new, miniature make-up bag. A burgundy lip in August? God no. A burgundy lip in December? Pass the liner!
For… Those looking to supplement their already double-digit-step skincare routine.
Because… Your cashmere smells of cooking, and your usual juice is far too demure to linger suggestively under mistletoe.
Because… To add another decision in a month laden with decisions seems wildly unfair.