Monday, January 18, 2010
I know; I know. I was just telling you how awesome my Lancome Renergie skincare products were. And they were. For approximately 3 weeks until my cycle started to, you know, cycle, and my skin got all red and crappy again. About this time, I ran out of the samples I had been using since Christmas and prepared to go to the Lancome counter and replenish my supply.
That's when I did the math and realized that night cream, day cream, and eye cream would cost more than my auto insurance deductible (it just seemed like a relevant number for comparison's sake). And my skin still looks kind of crappy, though not as crappy as it did when I was using knock-off Aveeno stuff from Target. Knock-off Aveeno? Clearly, my skincare regimen was in sad, sad shape. So today, after doing a bunch of research, I went to Sephora and got the Philosophy stuff pictured above. People like it. It smells good. It's pricey but not that pricey. If I don't like it, I am going to try Aveda, Clinique, and L'Occitane (in that order) before moving on to Lancome again-- which, don't get me wrong, I like Renergie but I don't loooooove it like I did a couple weeks ago. I used to work at a Lancome counter, so I have a soft spot for those products, but I also want to explore my options. Any recs?
I just feel very ugh about my appearance lately. Part of it is that I have gained 2.6 pounds. Part of it is that I changed my bob from graduated to box, and it's a little Super Mario Brothers Goomba at the moment. Part of it is that I have obviously spent the better part of 2010 makeupless and clad in jammies and sweats. But part of it is my skin, the wrinkles around my mouth, and my nose, which seems to be getting kind of bulbous in my old age. So, Hope to the rescue.
I'll keep you posted because I can't talk to Ben about my product angst-- he said to buy whatever I want; don't tell him how much it costs, and don't make him pretend to be interested in it.
Jack's snowman onesie cracked him up all morning.
He couldn't stop staring at it
Harry's Pink Floyd shirt cracked me up.
He asked me all day to get out the easel he got when he turned 2 (that's how he refers to it-- every time). He drew like 3 strokes with a hastily chosen red marker
and then crawled underneath it because it's NOT AN EASEL. IT'S A BAT PLANE, YOU FOOL.