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Last weekend I popped into Sephora to restock my basic brown eyeliner and stumbled out hours later, hundreds of dollars poorer, with an armful of fuchsia lip gloss and a gnarly perfume hangover. The worst part? This happens every single freakin’ time I go to Sephora. I really should know better by now, but after polling the rest of the Frisky staffers, I’ve realized that Sephora psychosis is a universal experience. We all must accept that there are certain things that will happen every time you visit this Mecca of Makeup, no matter what your intentions or how much you try to resist. They are as follows…