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Kiss From A Rose

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The words “cleansing” and “oil” coming together in a single sentence used to be foreign to me, and, I’m certain, for many others unaccustomed to the concept of slathering a gunky, greasy commodity in the name of detoxification, regeneration and, on a whole, keeping those signs of age at bay. I kid you not. Let’s get into the nitty gritty for a bit. Why oil, you ask?   01 Oils can be used day or night. 02 The right face oil can benefit any skin type, yes, even acne-prone. 03 Face oils help the skin retain moisture and stay hydrated all day long. 04 Oils deliver moisture and radiance without residue. 05 Oils reduce the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles by virtue of anti-oxidants and other powerful anti-aging ingredients. 06 Many face oils have aromatherapy benefits and they can lift or calm your mood, depending on the scent. These formulas – perfect for a wide variety of skin types – use gentle, oil-based formulas to remove dirt, surface oil, seriously-stay-put makeup and pollution while …

Get Your Sheet On

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Who hasn’t heard of Korean sheet masks? Or their more sophisticated hydro gel cousins? Or their eco-friendly-chic cotton clan?   Everyone in the know, knows that these creepy yet wildly effective thingamabobs do all sorts of awesome for your skin. I first wrote about how sheet masks are taking over the world several months ago, and then again when I shared how they helped in the healing of my complexion post Angioedema. Since then, I’ve continued to use up to three masks each day.  One in the morning, one at night with the occasional third being a spot specific piece such as for the eyes or the lips. Sometimes a fourth too.  Just because I felt like it. Life’s too short to obsess over drippy sheet masks. And that’s why when Charlotte jumpstarted the #soko7daychallenge on Instagram, I was, quite honestly, over the moon. To me, placing a sheet (be it Cotton or Fabric, whole or in part) has become an integral part of my skincare regimen. I don’t even think of it as a …

Rainforest Magic

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Have you ever heard me describe something as being magical?  Miraculous, even? I don’t think so and I honestly didn’t think I ever would until I met Rahua. See those bottles up there?  They’ve changed my life, profoundly and incredibly, for the better.  Prior to meeting Rahua, my tresses have flirted with brands the likes of Wen and Nioxin and Jason Thick To Thin.  I had such high hopes for each relationship but inevitably, it would end because of irreconcilable differences.  Meaning, I was in search of something which would plump up my hair, give it some bounce even as it strengthened and stopped the shedding.  Because of all the medications and steroids I’d been taking these days, my hair is less mane and more mousey. On a sidenote, there is truth in calling it one’s crowning glory.  When mine was lush and in abundance, I felt like Wonder Woman. That sensation of being powerful and in charge has not happened, in a very long time.  Until a week ago. Here’s how my hair looked …

I Love My Eyes, I Really Do

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I worry about my eyes. All the time.   For several reasons. One, the steroids I take on a daily basis to keep my skin disorders at bay only serve to exacerbate my chronic dry eye syndrome (oh the joys of being a woman in the state of menopause). In addition, being on Plaquenil for SLE (Systemic Lupus Erythematosus) increases my risk for ocular toxicity namely retinopathy, making me even more paranoid conscientious when it comes to the health and well-being of my eyes. As you can imagine, the green element plays a vital role in determining the types of eye products I invest in, particularly when it comes to cleansing. In the past, I was oblivious to how many products contained harmful ingredients and couldn’t fathom, for instance, why my eyes were red, burning even after being cleansed with a leading luxury (but non organic) brand product. I simply chalked it down to having let slip some of the lotion/cleanser/liquid into my eyes, causing the stinging, and made mental notes to be extra diligent …

Baby’s Got Blue Eyes

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Once upon a time, there lived a girl by the name of Sheela who rather enjoyed going to school for several reasons. One, she genuinely adored English and History and Art, and, being the granddaughter of the school’s recently retired principal, she was treated (oh let’s just say) with extra special care. She was even made a school prefect which brings us to the crux of this story. In the school where she was from, every year, the group of school prefects would put together a performance for teachers and other members of academia. That year, 1985, the last year of elementary school, there was a trainee teacher on board. Enthused and young and not yet jaded, said trainee decided that the perfects would, gasp, do a cheerleader-esquire Pom Pom Dance for Teacher’s Day. Oy. I kid you not. So, we practiced and rehearsed and trained our butts off. The big day arrived and we were beyond thrilled when Miss Trainee said she’d also be doing our hair and make-up. That is until we realised …