“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.

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first aid beauty

➝ 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


November 30, 2015

“why don’t you get out of that wet coat and into a dry martini?”// r. benchley

it’s a literal wonder i’m able to type this without feeling any nettle.

there comes a time, no matter the creams, the balms, or lotions i slather; the gloves – both rubber and leather, worn to protect from scalding water or frosty air, there comes that moment when my hands stop whatever it was they were doing, and instead decide that that’s the day that knuckles will crack, cuticles will become a prickly nuisance and bound to be ripped off in a bout of aggravation. then, for the next four/five/six months that it will take to get to the other side of winter, my hands will be the very definition of fighting a losing battle.

this does not stop me of course, from continuing on with the effort.

though, a warning: don’t trust me with setting any tables, handling glasses of water, cups of coffee, anything slick at all – my hands are perilous with shea, coconut, and avocado.

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➝ source : OI hand balm via davines

➝ source : nail & cuticle balm via lauren b.

➝ source : soothing silk hand cream via tatcha

➝ source : intense youth complex via hand chemistry

“better days are coming. they are called saturday and sunday.” // unknown

it’s like i’ve never tgif’d before.

there is so much with the TGIF today that i’m amazed i’m able to focus on getting any work done at all.

the week has been chock-o-block of too much to do, coupled with having had not even close to enough sleep, with the added bonus of needing to take, at minimum, three extra-strength advil per day. so, if you’re wondering where i’m at, i think it’s well and clear; it’s been that kind of week.

you’d know it from one swift glance, you’d be able to tell in a snap. my hair is flat, my nails are peeling, my eyes are bloodshot, and i’ve got about as much vim and vigor in my cheeks as a pile of waterlogged branches. things are not looking peachy around here.

but i can get through one more day, i can fake it until tomorrow, when at least then, i can stay in bed… until 7.30am?

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➝ source : little barn apothecary bamboo + fresh mint clearing mist via bibelot & token

➝ source : aqua glow water colour blush via stila

➝ source : ambient lighting palette via hourglass

➝ source : lip color shine in bare via tom ford

“brand is just a perception, and perception will match reality over time.” // e. musk

if i were as superficial as i’ve alleged myself to be over the last nine years or so, i’d be surrounded by a literal embankment of products whose covers were gorgeous, yet whose contents had cemented over ages of disuse.

luckily, i have a modicum of self-restraint, and actually relish using products that actually, you know, work – no matter what sort of packaging they come in.

however, would it be my will to pick up what-have-you and sundry that looked good enough to frame – could you really blame me, just look at these little bottles of monochrome joy.



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➝ source : milk anti-frizz nourishing treatment via reverie

➝ source : super facial serum via verso

➝ source : balm via olio e osso

➝ source : serum via somme institute


November 13, 2015

“better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.” // g.b. shaw

going all natural wasn’t a choice – it was just a matter of time.

and to be honest, i’m not all the way there, and i’m not sure if i ever will be.

i like whatever it is that’s in my hair products that makes my hair matte and piece-y, i enjoy whatever terribleness is in the polish i wear that makes it stick for almost two weeks at a go, though i don’t enjoy the acetone that burns it, and a layer off of my paper-thin nails.

it’s just that in certain areas – say, the lion’s share of skin on my frame, it’s either that the clean options for getting washed have outnumbered the dirty ones; or perhaps i’m just starting to take better care of myself. granted, i ate a twix bar for dinner the other night, but you have to start somewhere.





➝ source : palmarose + aloe face wash via earth tu face

➝ source : swiss apple facial serum via indie lee

➝ source : rose hibiscus coconut water by herbivore botanicals 

➝ source : get happy body wash via plant apothecary

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