Confessions of A Reformed Product Junkie…
Happy Friday! TGIF, although it’s been a short week on this side of the blogosphere, but you know, as members of the human race, we are just never satisfied…especially yours truly, and especially since I’ve developed the art of constructively ranting and raving, without which I would not have much material to write about…
So, at the heart of my ranting and raving this week: our bathroom, our unique, tiny, antiquated bathroom is finally being redone. And instead of being grateful for all the work that dear hubby and dad-in-law are actually putting in (I don’t do construction, or any hard labor for that matter), I’m just being the best me I can possibly be, that is, ranting and raving…again! Not so much because the bathroom looks like my toddler did her latest art project on it, but rather because…I’ve actually had to sort through my beauty and hair products, my faithful friends of good and bad times, and had to limit my access to only those I actually need! What???
I admit, I’m a 30-something year old product junkie and possibly, an undiagnosed chronic hoarder…It started with my mother’s dried up lipsticks and bottles of nail polish, now it’s every possible type of creams, lotions, hair gels, hair mousses, for curly hair, straight hair, black hair, blond hair, you name it…You’d think 10 different women from all five continents lived in my bathroom (told y’all I’m global)…I mean, a woman likes to make up her mind…How would I find out that I actually have sensitive, half-oily, half-dry, blackhead-prone skin if I didn’t try all products for dry, oily and acne-prone skin? And I just found out, after 33 years of soul searching and about 100 bottles of straightening shampoos and chemicals, that my hair is actually curly and adverse to straightening…And that its natural color is not brown with blond highlights (I’m still working on figuring out its real color, since I was born bald)…All that discovery takes time, and lots of trial and error sessions, which is why I got married and use both incomes to supply my habits….shhhh….
But there’s a light at the end of this dark tunnel of deprivation I’ve been going through for the past…3 days. I actually realized that one can survive (YES WE CAN) on a few beauty and hair necessities (as horrifying as it is to type these words), and since it took me 30-something years to find this out, I must share:
Take the angst out of cleasing: after much soul-searching and wallet emptying, I am partial to the Clinique 3-step care line. It is adapted to your type of skin, and generally works wonders all seasons. The face lotion is especially good to use during the dry winter months, so you don’t step out of your house looking like who did it and why. It actually lasts a while, is economically priced, and is easy enough to reduce my chronic lateness from about 1 hour to roughly 20 minutes, I know, that’s some improvement…
Don’t analyze it, Mineralize it: after trying virtually all brands of make-up out there since I was a teenager and looking like street art on the go, I finally recently switched from MAC to Bare Minerals. And this has been my longest dating relationship ever with make-up, and I’m actually considering proposing soon and remaining faithful. There are three small containers and two brushes involved in the whole process, and you can literally apply your make-up in under 5 minutes. Plus it gives you that natural look that says “no I didn’t just spend 5 whole minutes trying to look natural while my unsupervised child was eating his shoe.”
Rock what your mama gave you: so yes, I finally got rid of all my straightening shampoos, straightening serums, curl activators , scrunchy this and mousse that, in favor of an arsenal of only…3 hair products. But what amazing products! The line is called Mixed Chicks, and it rocks, literally! The routine is pretty simple and standard, shampoo, deep condition, and leave-in conditioner, and voila, you actually end up with touchable, lovely curls! No one would ever guess that there’s a nappy head under all that, except for your little irreverent toddler walking around showing your in-laws pictures of you emerging from groggy sleep around 6am…
Sharing is Caring, so share the Vaseline: For everything else, I use the “sharing is caring” principle. We’re a family, so we share, no if’s, but’s or why’s (unless we can negotiate an extra load of chores for the rest of your natural life). Vaseline is for both baby’s cute buttocks, as it is for mommy’s undereyes and lips, so is the raw, slightly smelly shea butter sent from Senegal. And since lotion is just getting crazy expensive these days, well, baby oil is doing the do!
See, I’m all set getting dropped on a deserted island any day….Happy Friday, everyone!
Got any beauty or hair suggestions, hit me up!