SO LONG AS I Can Remember
I love the transition from warm weather to cold, but my skin does not. Whether I’m residing in frigid Scotland or temperate California, my skin protests the changing seasons by erupting in acne (often caused by dehydration) and exacerbated by indoor heating and dryness. As as I could keep in mind long, every winter that I am aware of my own skim, I’ve gone into a moisturizer-buying frenzy when the temps dip. Friday and holiday sales/new produces only encourage that bad habit Black.
I’m never more gripped by unsubstantiated and overblown marketing messaging than I am when my face is flaking off. I’ve observed a lot of my fans and mutuals on Instagram falling over themselves to bolster their routines with winter’s arrival, plus they do so by splurging on new supposedly heavier-duty creams often, high-tech treatments, and plsuh-sounding masks.
But I’ve found, generally, that isn’t the most economical or effective way to save your face. Shit, get two humidifiers. Put one on your table at the job, and put one on your nightstand for when you sleep. 60 humidifier will last multiple winters and pay for itself. During summer it’s likely you have the blissful luxury of drifting off to sleep with a whisper of gel-cream, or a light layer of hydrating toner on that person, but in the winter you will need a durable arsenal.
I use my ointments as sleeping mask, spot “treatments” for dry spots even under makeup, and most significantly, I take advantage of them …