Even though my skincare updates have become scarce as of late, this does not mean I no longer pay mind to what goes on my face. I do. Dwelling on expensive potions earlier this spring felt absurd. It was well into summer when it dawned on us that the pandemic would stick around for some time still, and we were free to talk clothes and makeup again. Then late August my skin stopped playing ball, and suddenly my epidermis became the only thing that mattered.Continue reading “Bad Skin, Conscious Optimism”
As if to play its part in supporting current figurative purges of multitude of issues that are taking place all over the world, a week ago my skin broke out in the worst acne ever. And this “ever” includes my puberty. I initially thought it could be Twitter-related because I’m keen to blame social media for all the ills of the world, but accepted after some reflection that it might actually be hormonal.Continue reading “First Aid to Angry, Hormonal Skin”
I long for the days when Meghan and Kate’s spat over a wedding dress-code was headline news. My infallible indicator for analysing the state of the world is counting the column inches written about royals as they prance about fulfilling their
inherent, historical only role of providing us commoners with panem et circenses. Needless to say, the state of the world these days is ploughing new depths each day.
I ‘fess up first: this morning I sent an email to my hairdresser asking him to take all my monies in exchange of the very first slot that becomes available as soon as they are safely able to open shop again. I don’t feel good about this, but in my defence, my hair looks like an absolute asshole and I’m *this* close to going for a buzz-cut.Continue reading “April Acids And Other Active Ingredients”
On the first day of de facto lockdown it is difficult to choose a topic to write about without coming across absolutely tone deaf. But I want to leave any advise and public information to the authorities and experts (more of which below) – please consult the experts – and try to keep the blog’s focus somewhere else.Continue reading “When There’s Time to Scrub”
I saw a blue sky this weekend. That should be topic enough to blog about, given that I rarely venture out of my casket, but here we are: the sun was out. What truly sparked joy and triggered a frantic hunt for shorts and bikinis quarter of a century ago (I’m only joking, it never did, even back then) is now merely an additional cause of anxiety: how to deal with the sun without adding to the wrinkles of last summer.Continue reading “Blink and You’ll Miss It: January Sunshine”