“and let’s be red with mirth.” // shakespeare
oh, the joy.
it’s not enough that i have to monitor my hairline for that halo of grey that creeps in every 42 days, my eyes for the landing of crows; and my chin for errant hairs that foretells a future that begs for the sweet release of eternal sleep, or barring that, an industrial strength laser at my bedside.
but now? now – i have to deal with the reality of a rosy glow amped up to 14 on the dial – a rosy glow that becomes electric light without any provocation and burns red with a fiery heat.
i didn’t need the derm to tell me that i had rosacea, i just wanted some small bit of justification for the products that i had already begun to use; those in tandem with the regimen that had previously taken me roughly 10 years to perfect.
oh, i can tell that the next phase of life is going to be a gas. strap yourselves in, kids – it’s going to get bumpy.
➝ source : exfolikate cleanser via kate somerville
➝ source : un-wrinkle peel pads via peter thomas roth
➝ source : epidermal repair via skinceuticals
➝ source : ultra repair liquid recovery via first aid beauty