My hot middle aged woman summer is over for this year, though who knows what surprises climate warming still throws our way. What we can count on is the sun slowly setting on this summer, which means chin-hair plucking shall take place rather in candlelight (suboptimal), but scorching, unseasonably hot days might allow for beachlyfe to continue well into December.
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There’s a new skincare brand on the market and I tried all of it.
Continue reading “Review: Djusie Skincare”
In case you’re a working adult, how often, come December 1, do you feel as if there was just too much time in your hands ahead of the Christmas holidays? That there are just too many unbooked slots in your Outlook calendar, that the evenings are just so empty and bare? That maybe a special calendar would be in order to make the days pass faster?
Continue reading “The Bonfire of the (Advent) Vanities”
Baby it’s cold outside. Add central heating, not drinking enough water, staring at screen(s) 24/7, subsisting on a diet of n’importe quoi and not getting enough fresh air because there’s no daylight ever. No wonder my skin has been rather on the sallow side as of late.
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A haphazard eye-cream applier at best, I finally managed to consistently include this step in my evening skincare routine during the pandemic. I started by using up every sample and half-bottle already in my possession, so there was high and low from Glossier’s Bubble Wrap to Barbara Sturm’s eye cream. Some were excellent, most were good, and then they were gone and I needed a new toy.
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This was (maybe still is) the Autumn when my body and soul (the latter somewhat more curiously) was teleported back to the Nineties. Like, big time. There might never be a definite answer as to why this happened, but there seems to be some documented evidence that Mercury was in retrograde, and that some vaccinated women have experienced changes in their menstrual cycles. Everybody can believe in what mostly resonates with them, no judgement.
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Kassandra Komplex 