Tomorrow I’m heading to the airport for a visit to Scottsdale for my nephew’s birthday. I really don’t mind travel but let’s be real: Planes are gross. That’s 5+ hours in a flying germ tank with cold, dry air, which means I’m bringing along two of my favorite masks.
Between countless color changes and hot tools, I’ve been kind of a bitch to my hair, tbh. But time brings wisdom (and no more chunky purple and blonde highlights) and Perfect hair Day Shampoo has helped me be a little nicer to my mane.
I started this blog as a way to answer the question I get asked a lot: “What are you using on your face?”
Acne is the longest relationship I’ve ever been in. And man is he an asshole.
My obsession with French skincare began with Biologique Recherce P50 1970, that worth-the-smell toner I simply cannot live without.