A lady in my chair last fall asked for a 'simple cleanse' and then started crying
It was a slow Tuesday at the shop in Eugene, just before we closed for the day. She was maybe in her late 50s, and her skin was really dry and tight. I was just doing the first cleanse with a gentle milk cleanser when she got quiet, then said, 'No one has touched my face this kindly since my husband passed.' She told me that two years ago, and it just hit her then. We sat for a minute, and I got her some water. It wasn't about the products at all, you know? It was about the quiet and the care. Has a moment like that ever just stopped your whole routine?