You've seen these guys before -- those little cards that always seem to be leaping out of magazines and taking slow, drifty suicide leaps onto the floor of wherever you are reading them. Except for this one, the one time I wanted to take a photograph, that is. As you can see from the edge, I had to rip that guy out of the magazine like a mewling baby from the womb. A demon baby with uterus-clutching claws, ala "Breaking Dawn."
I am usually reading magazines in my bathroom, aka the only place where I can get some damn peace and quiet, so when they flutter annoyingly to the floor, I pick them up and put them on my bathroom counter, which is how I discovered that they are absolutely perfect for ... lipstick blotting!
So much better than paper towels or napkins, which always leave tiny little paper particles embedded in my otherwise flawless lip color. Waste not, want not, that's what I have never before but certainly could start saying.