I don’t know a girl who’d say she has too many perfumes. I’m a sucker for the oriental, floral, woodsy variety – the ones people call “exotic”, “intoxicating”, or “heady”. Even gourmand fragrances can get me going; so long as it’s not too fruity, I’m in.
We’ve all heard a myriad of claims about the wonders stem cells can do – but it turns out some of it may actually be true. I tried theÂ Pomme Dâ€™Or Stem Cell Concentrate Serum, whoseÂ award-winning plant-based stem cell technology provides concentrated epigenetic factors to renew skin’s youthful appearance. Continue reading “Pomme D’Or Stem Cell Serum Review” »
I know, I know. You saw the title of this post and thought, “yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what they always say.” And so would I have, six weeks ago. Commercials would have you believe that every product ever is a life-changer, and we know that from experience to be false.
The ladies who created the skincare routine I’m referencing, Dr. Rodan and Dr. Fields, actually discussed this in a screencast we did together. They noted how women today are highly skeptical of what can be achieved with a topical product – and why shouldn’t we be, when it seems that none of them work? Continue reading “How a New Skincare Routine Changed My Life” »
If you watched the Oscars and saw any of the afterparty fashion, you noticed a trend. Our gals were, uh, naked. And good for them, because they can pull it off better than I can – but the cutout sheer panels that took over the red carpet left little to the imagination and zero room for undies. And that’s an even scarier thought for many of us than showing our bodies.
Still, I’ve experimented with a little commando-ness here lately (mostly for utility purposes – underwear is not optimal post-spray tan), and it’s very freeing. I wondered: could I take this idea to a real outfit? Like one you wear outside, at night?
Just from that sentence, “The one week you shouldn’t wear khaki”, I know some of my readers are smirking behind your computer screens. You know what I’m talking about: that time when your light-colored bottoms are in seven days of perpetual placebo-pill peril.