In a little town in Eastern Europe 60 years ago, my grandmother would regularly rinse out an unused jar and had it filled with homemade face creams cooked up (literally) by her sister-in-law.
The one daughter of her brood that maintained that obsession with all things anti-aging took the fascination a step further; she branched out into cosmetic adoration.
Her daughter (yours truly) brandishes that same torch. A frum female product junkie interested in all things makeup-like, I have pinpointed the products needed to create the 25 hour "Shabbos Face."
Perhaps I'll throw in an occasional mind-blowing dvar Torah.