God, if I had a nickel for how many times I’ve titled a beauty peice “Prime Time” in my career, smh. But that’s neither here nor there. My baby sister Lauren, who you may know from The Root and now Mother Jones, just introduced me to a primer/CC cream that was like a small epiphany. You’re going to hate me for this, but I’m not a huge fan of CC creams. As Carrie B. once said about squirrels vs. rats, I feel like a CC creams is just tinted moisturizer in a cuter outfit. It’s marketing, come on! But Tarte’s Colored Clay CC Primer is something else, altogether. It comes in only five shades, but they’re so sheer and blendable, that you’ll find one that enhances your skin beautifully (with my new sunkissed, Jamaican skintone, I wear tan). Made with color-correcting Amazonian clay, these POWERFUL little sticks instantly even out your skin tone and erase weird spots, redness or discoloration. The finish is astonishing. Some folks wear it under foundation, but I don’t think you need it. The Tarte leaves your skin so matte, so polished – so velvety-smooth — that Laur (and now me) just wears it alone. In general, one swipe of this stick gets your face together in a flawless way.
I’m, like, the only self-respecting fancy girl I know who hates heels. I hate them a lot. I’m not one of those women whose heels are like an extension of their foot — the supernaturally chic women who can run, crip walk, or pile dishes into the dishwasher in them, forgetting their feet are stuffed into tiny torture devices. If I have a meeting or a party or something that requires that I wear them, I’ll wear flats and switch at the verrrry last second. I just don’t like being uncomfortable. Life is hard enough.
I recently had to go to a birthday party — a dressy one — at this clubby lounge thing where I knew I’d be expected to shake my ass for hours, in heels. This would not do. So I did some investigating for pads, heel guards, anything that would help…and I came across something that actually did. Still Standing Spray, you guys (and incidentally I’m late to the party; stylists have been using it on red carpets and runways for a minute now. It’s been an award season staple, all season!)! The spray’s loaded with anti-inflammatory, skin-soothing properties like Chinese herbs, arnica, aloe and menthol — and if you spray it on the tops, sides, and bottoms of your feet, even through tights, it helps keep prevent aches, pains, and general high heel malaise. Also, your feet experience this tingly-cool sensation for hours, which is sort of like a thrilling little secret. Whee!
Weddings, parties, work — this spray is the move. Enjoy, and safe stiletto-ing.
So, I was asked to do a sensitive skin body wash-off between Olay and Dove. This was right on time, because…well, because A.) I was out of body wash, and B.) I happen to have highly irritable, dry skin (it’s not eczema; just wintry, flaky patches). So I was more than thrilled to give both body washes a test drive. I used Olay Sensitive Body Wash and Dove Sensitive Skin Body Wash for three days, each. And I have to say, I really did enjoy the Dove. It lathered nicely, and it didn’t leave that weird film that some moisturizing soaps and washes do. But my skin still felt…tight. And the weird flaky moment on my lower right arm hadn’t budged. But the Olay! Yes ma’am. It’s mild, and gentle, and left my skin feeling supernaturally soft and silky. It’s like I got a skin transplant. Flakes, gone. Tightness, gone. And I love that it’s unscented – I don’t like my shower gel to compete with my perfume (scent overload and I’ll get a migraine that’ll land me in the hospital until my daughter’s quinceanera). Excited to have Olay as a new body wash,