Limited-edition love

I hate limited-edition goods. Actually, that’s not strictly true. I’m ridiculously proud of my hand-numbered vinyls and artwork.

What I really hate is limited-edition make-up. The new shade that’s so perfect you want to marry it, but it jilts you at the altar and is never seen again.

Tired of being left with sad lipstick stubs and almost-empty eye shadows to ration out for special occasions, I’m just saying no to limited-edition. What’s the point of falling in love when you already know it can’t last?