our story
hi. my rock was disgusting.
halo started with a girl, a gorgeous ring, and an embarrassing amount of grime.
the confession
i got engaged and swore i'd keep my ring perfect. six months later it was embarrassingly dirty. lotion, sunscreen, dry shampoo, one very committed queso night. my sparkle was gone and i was pretending not to notice.
the fancy machine era
so i bought the fancy ultrasonic machine. then a fancier one. they hummed on my counter for about a week, then moved to the closet, where all the fancy machines live now, collecting dust while my ring collected lotion.
the soap era
then came the jewelry soaps. lovely bottles, big promises, and dispensers that snapped off in my hand, one after another. i was fighting packaging instead of washing my rock.
the pen era
then the cleaning pens. they technically cleaned, but they left my diamond looking waxy. i wanted fire. i got film.
the mission
so i went on a mission: one perfect formula that actually washes a rock and keeps it sparkling, in a pen that lives in your bag and never gets exiled to the closet. that's halo. twist, swipe, rinse. ten seconds, every sparkle.
sparkle is a maintenance routine. now go wash your rock. ✦ xo, the girl with the (formerly) dirty ring