At the tender age of……….well, lets say 30 something, I have developed a rather annoying, and costly, vain streak.
Apart from the constant drudgery of ridding myself of grey hair, which I suppose is ridiculous in itself, I now find every wrinkle on my face another reason why I should take on the guise of recycled teenager and change my shape, clothes, hair, likes, dislikes……you get the picture.
Anyway, in my search for the perfect skin care routine, elixir of youth, magic potion, wonderful wonder cream, I hit a moral dilemma. I don’t have any desire to use the mechanically manufactured, chemically alarming molecules the mega mass producing beauty corporations insist on slapping into their products anymore.
I have decided the hypoceramidalpeptidegenetheracollagin infected moisturisers will no longer fool me to part with my hard-earned cash!
I admit, I have been suckered quicker than you can say bifidusdigestivum! And it is probably true to say the longer the scientific gobbledegookish ingredient the quicker my credit card is whipped out, my hand swipes the jar off the shelf and I am running home at the speed of light, just to slap a biblically large layer of youth enhancing gloop on my face, convincing myself that it is the best thing since……………..the, um, last best thing.
I have tried Olay, Garnier. L’Oreal, Avon (which I have to say was THE worst ever), Boots, Sanctuary, Elizabeth Arden, Estee Lauder, Clarins………….the list is positively endless. But I feel my quest is finally coming to an end (for now) with my discovery of Origins.
OK, yes, I know, it is part of the Estee Lauder group – which you could either consider as an endorsement or total hypocrisy – but I can’t find anything else that is:
A) Natural & B) Does not have me reaching for a balaclava, to hide what looks like a bad case of nappy rash – on my face!
There are many, probably very good, alternatives but I have not found them yet. Neal’s Yard is way too strong, in smell and essential oil, and most of the Liz Earle’s range comes with a ”Not suitable for sensitive skin” warning, which is code for “If you want to look like point B and hide indoors for the rest of your miserable life, just to satisfy your moral high ground, then that’s fine by us”.
I am happy with my Origins choice. The stuff smells yum (apart from the real weird Dr “Mushroom” range) is organic, natural and not full of nasties. My skin is happier and the previously growing network of facial back roads, slip roads, hidden verges and three lane contra-flows are not being widened or extended by the dermal highways department.
I should however accept that I cannot actually turn back the clock. But hey, lets just see if the expense has been worth it and it continues to do what it says on the jar.
For now I’ll continue to watch YouTube until my eyes bleed, grunt only when spoken to, speak only to ask for food or money (as I’m on my way out the door), sleep for at least 12 hours a day and be moody to anyone other than my friends.
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