Hey guys, what a crazy week it’s been around here!
I wanted to do another instalment of beauty misconceptions since it’s been a while and heaven knows there’s some bad info being touted as fact or a liiiiittle off the mark.
Let’s dive in!
*record scratch* You’re probably wondering where Elle is -you know- the late sometimes-“writer” of this blog that whines about anything costing over 30 dollars and swears way too much to be taken seriously by anyone. ‘I’m sure she isn’t cool enough for Clarins’ you might be thinking.. for which I’ll say yes I am and even though I know this, I’m a little insulted you thought that.
Yet here we are! Elle is reviewing some reputable skincare! Some reputable, science-based skincare at that.
Let’s cut to the chase and dive in.
Ahhh yes, winter has now settled in around here and my skin knows it. Grumpy, itchy, dry skin that begged for exfoliation even after exfoliating. Remembering that I have some products stashed away, I decided to have a peek to see if I have anything to help my skin and wouldn’t you know it, I happened across this five-day treatment by Dr Dennis Gross that I bought when I was in Canada and totally forgot about. It was like my skin spirit animal was singing to me.
I decided to document my progress over the days and see if I can revive my very grumpy skin.
This post was going to be done at the start of November last year to coincide with Northern Hemisphere winter and the Summer scrubs post for us Southern Hemisphere folk, buuut it didn’t happen and now we’re here. I think it’ll be good to post now as summer here SHOULD be dying down soon and winter for the northern bunnies should eventually end. Yep, it’s March and all of us have unprecedented, fucked up weather.
Enough of that, let’s all cuddle because there’s nothing like wrapping up in winter, right? What’s even better is wrapping up and not feeling like an itching snake (no offence to the snakes reading this). Or having such dry skin your dead skin clings to sheets and clothing. Yum-yum. So let’s get our favourite tea, snort the last of the pumpkin spice we have up, stop the jibber-jabber and get onto some of my favourite face and body moisturisers for winter.
Well, summer is around the corner in Ozland, so that means I come out of my woolly mammoth hibernation chamber, grab the scrubs and get to weed-whacking my body for the
hotter warmer sometimes just ball-crushingly hot days ahead. I know summer has ended in the northern hemisphere, so I’ll be doing a follow-up post with my favourite body lotions to get you through winter.
For now, let’s talk scrubs!
My evil assistant and I have discussions all the time on if we could go back to tell our teenage selves anything if we actually would. Aside from the Butterfly Effect, changing the course of our history and all of that, what would we say to our younger selves? How much would we give away? It seemed like a too big of a question, so we usually brought up health tips, which included a lot of makeup and skincare advice.
I was pretty much the same chick, year after year; my circumstances are what kept changing. At thirteen I was in private schooling at a Christian college (no hair dying whatsoever) then a year later I was in public schooling, back to experimenting with my hair but still the same dork with a camera attached to her hand. What year would I go to then? I was tossing up between 14 and 16, so 15 is a nice medium. Fifteen is that teetering age of being not-quite. You’re apparently ‘not-quite’ old enough to be exploring your sexuality, but ‘not-quite’ a young kid anymore. You’re ‘not-quite’ of working or driving age (back then in my case anyway). It’s the year of almost but.. not-quite, so it seemed like a good year to travel back to
~~ que Wayne and Garth flashback sequence ~~
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