It was time. Time to retire my old blush brush for a new one.
So, good-bye old brush. You served me well, even as you broke down and shed bristles all over my face and clothing. You did the best you could, and I know I will find remnants of you for days to come in all sorts of unexpected places.
It's not your fault that the new brush is so very much smoother and consistent. It is simply newer and higher quality. I am, without regret, throwing you away anyhow.