One of my favorite beauty brands is Kiehl’s: they totally sponsor Erik’s bathroom, and several of their products hold places of pride on my counter, too. Right now, in addition to being addicted as always to the Kiehl’s Original Musk Shower Gel, I’m testing out the new Calendula Deep Cleansing Foaming Face Wash. I’m digging it:
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File it under Problems, First World.
Every month, I get sent scores of beauty products to try out: sometimes so many that I’m struggling to keep up. (This is particularly difficult when it comes to skincare, since ideally you’ll want to give a products at least three weeks. But, but…who has the time?!)
I’m going to start doing monthly videos, letting you guys know which new products made it across my desk in the past 30 days and especially caught my fancy. Here’s the inaugural edition.
Think back a decade or so. Remember in My Big Fat Greek Wedding (yes, really) when the dad is constantly running around touting Windex as the cure for everything from acne to rashes to poison ivy to a swollen toe?
Over the honeymoon, E. and I had the same “it cures everything!” madness, but with Kiehl’s Skin Rescuer Stress-Minimizing Daily Hydrator.
This stuff is awesome.
Despite having an entire arsenal of free (men’s and women’s) skincare products in my beauty closet, E. voluntarily spent money on these Kiehl’s products: Kiehl’s Super Fluid UV Defense Sunscreen SPF 50, Kiehl’s Facial Fuel Face Wash (he loves it so much, he bought the big version) and Kiehl’s Original Musk Body Cleanser, which I can testify smells DIVINE.
For years, I’ve thought of myself as having awful skin–stemming from the rosacea and acne that plagued me throughout my teenage years. In reality, at some point within the past two years, my skin has simply…cleared up. No more giant chin cysts. No more random forehead zits. Dramatically less redness. Normal, not Exxon-Valdez, levels of oiliness. In short: just, skin.
I should take clear, happy, healthy skin as a compliment, but I can’t help but view it with suspicion and dismay. You know what this means, don’t you? It means I have adult skin! I am no longer young! I have outgrown my teenage hormones!
The logical conclusion: death is nigh.