Skin Care Reviews

There’s nothing better than bringing home new beauty products.

You know what I mean, right? That feeling of heft of a full bottle of something in it’s brand new box. That feeling of luxury when you unscrew the lid on a full jar of moisturizer. The joy of of knowing all 4 ounces of scrub are all mine, mine, MINE! But let’s face it, quality skin care is, more often than not, going to cost you a good ol’ chunk o’change. It’s not like treating yourself to a 7 dollar lippie at the grocery store as a reward for not yelling at the moron in front of you on the freeway, no, you need commit to that purchase, get prepared for the total at the register, before you’ve even entered the store. It’s gonna hurt a little.

Needless to say, it’s been a while since I’ve had the joy of a brand new jar, pot, or bottle of anything. (Ok, ok, ok, I have to be real. I’m speaking ONLY to skin care here! There have been far too many morons on the road lately for me to not have purchased any make up stuffs but that’s a different discush.) But now that I’ve been a good girl and finished up every last drop of a few products…he he he…*rubs hands together gleefully*…

Let’s get cracking on the listeroozie! The sooner we finish it, the sooner I can find a way to convince my husband to take me shopping! I love that new car, I mean skin care, smell!

The first thing I hit the bottom of this week was my DDF Protective Eye Cream. I scored this little gem at TJMaxx for $16, half off retail! I’ve never purchased from this treatment line before but I was fully aware of it’s quality reputation. (Admit it, you feel like a total ROCKSTAR when you find this kind of stuff at TJMaxx!) No surprise that I found it to be a winner. It really delivered on results; tightening of the overall orbital area, vanished the few fine lines I had, and gave excellent sun protection. The only thing I didn’t like was that the sunscreen, as necessary as it is, easily migrated into my eyes and would cause them to water. Not always but frequently enough through our extreme Arizona summer. I think if you don’t have an oily eye area like I do, this shouldn’t be a problem. For me this was enough of a detraction that I won’t run to Sephora and repurchase at retail, I’ll just haunt TJ’s until it shows back up again.

Next to find it’s way to File 13 was my Lancome Le Stilo eyeliner in Prune that I purchased several years ago. This little baby got stuck in a travel bag after a trip waaaaaay back, I’m talking like 3 or 4 years ago, all lonely and sad, until I rediscovered it this summer. Little did I know I only had a few swipes left in it. Sad times. Not sad enough to go repurchase it though. At 25 smackeroos, a dupeable color, and industry standard wear time, there are plenty of other options at a lower price point to replace it with. Like this one from Too Faced for $18 and this one from NYX Cosmetics for $8.

Then, on the same day no less, I used up my precious Clinique 7 Day Scrub and Cosmedicine Healthy Cleanse Foaming Cleanser and Toner. These two products I need to have in my life at all times. The scrub is super gentle, keeping my skin from becoming ruddy and even combats my blackheads with great success (take that oxidized pore junk!). The foaming cleanser is gentle as well as non-stripping, and highly effective. I feel like it’s just chasing away those yucky bacteria and shooing away the daily pollutants hiding in the nooks and crannies. Yep, Ulta and Sephora are on the To Do list tomorrow for these two!

Finished!

What have you finished up lately? What will you be replacing? I’m always SUPER interested in what other people use and love. Dish it down in the comments below!

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I’m Ok With It. Probably.


I like a lot of colors and I like things that shimmer and shine. I love red and turquoise, neons and soft, muted beachy shades. I also love when I see a rainbow of colors gathered together (the 5 year old in me just skips about in glee when that happens), and I love black and I love white for their supporting roles of contrast and structure. Color moves me, textures thrill me, and I’m compelled to fill my world with any of it, all of it. But can you imagine what a nightmare I am to buy for?

But there is a truthiest truth deep down in all of us…you know the kind, like when you have to answer a question IMMEDIATELY with whatever comes to mind first because that’s supposed to represent what you really think or feel? Well, that’s what pink is for me. It’s what and how I think and feel. I mean, if you can think and feel in a color. Which I’m pretty sure you can because I do it all the time.

Pink lipstick far outnumbers all the other colors in my stash. Nailpolish? Same. Every lipgloss I own…yep, pink. I don’t wear a lot of pink clothing anymore but when I’m looking at stuff in windows and magazines, that’s what my eye is drawn to. If I could have a hot pink couch? Totally would. It’s not just baby pink, it’s every pink. Pink, pink, pink, pink. My sister asked me not so long ago, “What’s up with the pink fascination?” (Ok so I don’t remember exactly what she said but it was pretty much that.) And I was all, “ARE YOU NEW HERE?” I mean really, she’s not only my sister but my twin. Haven’t I loved pink for, like, EVER? Seriously, pay attention.

Here’s another thing, just to shake things up a little more for you. I change my mind. Like, a lot. I can’t decide if I’m a feminine sort of girlie girl, or a sporty/casual girlie girl, a chic and put together girlie girl, or what. I need, like, 50 gazillion bracelets and earrings and shoes and outfits just to be able to play dress up in all the roles I feel fascinated and in love with.  It’s frustrating for my husband who indulges my whims and pays for stuff when I ask him to, sure, but it’s also frustrating for me because I do like an awful lot of things.

I keep telling myself, Heather, you gotta grow up, there is a big world out there and nobody likes just pink their whole life. And nobody jumps around, never really settling on a style. No! Girls grow up to be women and women who are grown up know who they are and when they know who they are they can pick a wardrobe for a season and it makes sense, damn it. Their homes tell a story and don’t confuse the crap out of anyone that stops by to see why you still have Christmas lights in the bushes out front. Grown ups can shop on line and not give up after 4 hours because they love everything and can’t decide on anything (true story). I like a lot of stuff. It’s just hard, you know? Committing?

It’s a new day though, and I’ve made up my mind: I’m going to embrace my inner pinkness and I’m also going to love that I love a lot of things and be ok with the fact that I’m mercurial.

Who knows, by tomorrow I might(probably most definitelyish) decide I love stars and chartreuse after today’s fascination with tortoise and rose gold bracelets. Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.

Pink Out! Heather

P.S.
I also LOVE bows. Especially on top of presents. Especially when the presents are pink and bow-ish. That totally never changes. Ask anyone.