As a professional in the beauty industry, my hands are subject to a billion washings per day with all sorts of cleaners, alcohols and sanitizers. I swatch color after color, mix, blend..all that jazz! You name it, I do it. However, when I get home, I am mom. I cook and clean everyday. Needless to […]Read more "Your Hands Are In My Way"
I stand all day when I work. My feet have to bear the weight of the world. Literally. My world is kinda heavy. Naturally, calluses form on the balls of your feet, heels turn into cracked scaly fuglies, your skin is thick, yellowed and maybe frightening to look at. I just need to throw this […]Read more "Acid Socks for the Sole"
I have used all of my magical expensive fancy potions and masks from the mystical land of Sephora. My face is still on the fritz. Maybe April is the month my skin has decided to throw its middle finger up at me just to show me love don’t live here anymore. Tonight, I made the […]Read more "Magic Isn’t Real: My Face Is Still On The Fritz"
My skin isn’t like our President: it hates the idea of change. The fluctuation in the climate and life have wreaked havoc upon my facial region. Oily skin with dry patches, pores you could stick your finger in, red blotches,big acne, little acne,cystic acne, a tiny hobbit and a lake of fire…who has this? Anyone? […]Read more "Sheet Masks and Yodeling Pores"