Champagne Mojitos?!?!? Is it as deliciously fun as it sounds???

My very first job was delivering my mom’s Avon lady’s books because she had cancer. There’s an old memory.

damn that sounds tight! I draw my eyebrows on but i use the benefit wax.

That is the best best part of Avon. Tiny lipsticks.

My parents’ friend sold them vitamin supplements claiming that it would cure my asthma. My parents bought it and forced me to swallow some gigantor pills every damn day. :/

There’s some people who sell it where I work and have left catalogs in the break room. It’s all pretty much the same as it was in the 70s-80s when I last looked at it but they’ve developed a couple more perfumes indiscernible from all the ones they already had. I’m still weirdly nostalgic for it but never bother…

My aunt lives in Indonesia and everytime I visit I have to bring her 5 big bottles of Skin-So-Soft. That shit really works for mosquitos (which are plentiful there). Mosquito coils work well, but then you have choking smoke wafting up from below the table while you eat dinner.

They needed to do a true re-branding. But they still keep their image of catalogs and Avon ladies. The only thing I’ve tried from the line is the eye shadow sticks, and they are a great dupe for Mally’s shadow sticks but much cheaper.

I use a browser extension where I can block key words from my Facebook feed, and “Younique” and “Jamberry” were the first words I added. Third was “Crossfit”

I think it’s for sure a generational thing. My grandmother LOVED Avon and loved every variety of that cheap, horrible perfume. It’s amazing I can smell anything at all!

Could just be me, but it seems like it’s more a generational thing/changing of the times. My parents/grandparents and people their age seemed to think it was no big thing to invite people over to your house for a “party” that is really just trying to make them buy shit (1950’s man “How cute, when honey-pie is not in…

They should start making Cape Cod dinnerware again!

Yeah, I’m 39 and I remember a friend’s mom in HS had a whole bedroom in their house filled with it. She would buy it ahead to be huge in some sales goal thing and then desperate to move it to anyone and everyone. my mom would buy from her out of guilt as well.

Pretty much both.

Don't get me started on how she didn't have to shop for that in a food desert, and she actually has the leisure to make something tasty, unlike the underemployed who have NO fucking time to cook due to multiple jobs...

I’ve always liked you, Erin. ;)

Guess she can pretend after all!

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