If you wish to know your local climate's effect on your skin, inspect your indigenous soil. My hometown's earth is naturally arid, barren, and cracked. Should my skin be left unattended it would soon resemble my front yard complete with a patchy desiccant, stubble.
While regular moisturizing is a year-round responsibility in Arizona, my four-seasoned friends may be feeling the upcoming ravages of winter approaching. I believe this fact justifies a robust discussion on body bedewing.
Face: I swath my face and neck bi-daily with Olay Regenerist because the routine never completes with greasy, sticky, or eye irritating aftereffects. My complexion is left silky and soft. However, beware of the self-tanning, sunscreen included version which is entirely inferior.
Now take this next statement with your critical cap attached, but my famous, emmy-award winning advertising brother-in-law reported that his television models engage in lengthy moisture massages. According to these professional faces, time spent activating skin cell production is even more important than the moisturizing product itself.
Body: I acquired this beauty ritual from daughter Coco. Every morning she gets a warm bath followed by a full body rubdown. This luxurious process inspired my envy. Upgrading from what I believed was an acceptable body wash moisturizing route, I added daily moisturizing to the process. Everywhere from my inner heels out to Billie Belly receives a generous dollop. My formerly parched shins have been rejuvenated to their 13-year-old fresh to shaving status. I adore Aveeno because it is free of smells and does not encourage my generous inner thighs to adhere to one another.
Lips: Lip balm quickly melts into the interior of my overheated purse when external temperatures rise above one-hundred degrees, I therefore opt to apply a healthy swab of Vaseline to my pout every night.
