I don’t know about the rest of the world — or the rest of the country, for that matter — but it’s depressingly hot at my latitude and longitude. Don’t get me wrong, I love the warm weather and sunshine, but I also like to look fairly presentable, and that is not happening right now. This city is a sauna, and there is no hope for me. Because a hot, flushed face is basically my main accessory right now, I’m making a conscious effort to keep refreshing facial mists at my disposal. Though one in the bag will never have quite the same cooling effect as one that’s been chilling in the fridge all day, a burst of a skin-soothing, lightly fragranced water is enough to get my simmering brain, if not my appearance (I’m beyond help), back on track. Here are 10 spritzes (some purse-sized, others larger) that will bring you back to life when the heat is dragging you down.
I wouldn’t know if I could tan naturally because I’ve never actually tried. Aside from the fact that, you know, the sun wants to give you cancer and shit, I’m just not someone who has ever liked to bask outside and broil. My brother and I, unlike our medium-skinned parents and the rest of our family on both sides, are both super-fair, easily burnt freckle faces. We often wonder whose children we actually are (in fact, we both bear a slight resemblance to Guy Fieri). In summers of yore I’ve been totally content with my bright white (seriously, I am the whitest) complexion, but I think I’m on the brink of a change of heart. Frightened by the starkness of my legs, and sporting a subtle, summery ombré fade in my hair, I am ready to join the rest of the world and get a tan. Not a real tan, of course — I still hate laying outside. It’s so boring. Whatever! Problem is, I can’t seem to find the right self-tanner for my skin tone. I figured Jergens Natural Glow was a safe place to start, but the incredibly overwhelming smell put me off after applying it twice. Seriously, I wanted to run away from myself. Keep reading »
I spend a lot of time making sure my skin is properly cared for. I’m a connoisseur of waters, serums, masques, cremes, and oils, so much so that my roommates are forced to tiptoe around our shared bathroom lest they disturb the delicate balance of my menagerie. For all the hours I spend treating my face, you’d think I would remember to slap on some body butter here and there, but not so. My skin is naturally on the oilier side, so lotioning up my arms and legs doesn’t cross my mind often because they never really get dry. I also hate the slimy, slippery feel that typical salves leave behind, especially fresh out of the shower, the time when I least want to put some more stuff on my body. Enter Ro’s Argan Body Conditioner from LUSH (surprise, they consistently make the best products). Think of it less as a lotion and more, like the name implies, as a companion to your soap or body wash. You put it on while you’re still in the shower (I like to do it as my last step), then rinse and towel dry. The result is the smoothest, softest, most deliciously scented (seriously, so good) skin, without the extra layer of emollient. It’s kind of the best. [$29.95, LUSH]
I’m generally terrified of putting oil on my face because I have problematic sensitive skin that reacts badly to pretty much anything I put on it. If it’s feeling dry, a smidge of moisturizer will turn it into a zitty, oily mess. Too oily, and astringent makes it a flaky, dry patchy disappointment. But not so with Bio Oil, which is some magical moisturizing oil that seems to both soothe, and moisturize without turning my face into a noxious puddle of sebacious cysts. Bio Oil, it seems, is one of those crazy skincare products that works great on all types of skin — it reduces the signs of redness and scarring, works great on aging and dehydrated skin, and because it’s pumped full of vitamins (along with lavender, rosemary and chamomile oils), it even helps reduce the signs of scars and stretch marks. Is it a miracle product? Well, just maybe. [$10.17, Amazon]
Skincare used to be a whole daunting arena of the beauty industry that I avoided out of fear. My dry, sensitive skin is so fickle. I washed daily with Cetaphil, scrubbed once or twice a week with St. Ives Apricot Scrub, and glopped on a pricy Bliss face mask every month or so. Most days I removed my makeup before going to bed, but not always, because I am lazy. My skin neither looked nor felt particularly good or particularly bad — just kinda blah and dry, as usual.
In the past few months, I’ve gotten really into skincare for my criminally dry visage. I’ve added new skincare products to my arsenal, which I’ll save for Beauty Test Drives another day. My skin has really been perking up, to the point where The Frisky’s boss has been complimenting me! And for the past few days, I have been using a little handheld device called the Clarisonic Mia 2. No joke, it’s already making my skin look and feel amazing. Keep reading »
I hate wearing sunscreen, which is particularly unfortunate when you consider that I have the whitest, most translucent, most easily burnt skin this side of hole in the ozone layer. I rarely sunbathe, given that as a mole creature I shrivel when exposed to sunlight, but I will admit to a few incidents when I was in high school that involved careless “tanning” with Italian friends whose skin bronzed to perfection in the rays. I basked enviously that afternoon, confident that I, too, would grow tan if I followed their lead. Wrong. So wrong. I’ll spare you the details, but I was vivid, unmistakable scarlet by nightfall, and I still have residual freckles from the incident. It’s a wonderful recipe for skin cancer, which I sincerely hope I do not get. Keep reading »