My face does not like New York. I have problematic skin anyway. I have rosacea, which I largely got under control in Seattle. My face liked the moist climate there. Cold and dry New York and a steamy radiator inside do not do sensitive skin any favors. I’ve been popping antioxidants like crazy.
I made a trip to Sephora Herald Square over the weekend, and took up lots of saleswoman Mita’s time. She suggested I try a serum, a heavy moisturizer and a primer. I bought the primer, which I’ve used before, and took samples of a couple moisturizers and the serum.
The last couple days, I’ve looked in the mirror at work and nearly gasped when I saw what looked like my face flaking off. Yuck! So now it’s time to start subtracting the new products I added. I think I’m going to start with the primer, which is my best guess at the culprit – and of course it’s the one thing I bought.
I came home and took a look through my beauty arsenal. Over the years, I’ve been prescribed various products from doctors, estheticians and women behind the Clinique counter. Estheticians and salespeople tell me to cake on the moisturizer. My last dermatologist told me not to use much moisturizer, just sunblock. But I didn’t much like her approach – pop pills and use a prescription topical – rather than ask me about my diet or other environmental triggers. I do still have the pill prescription, so I’ll take that tonight, even though they make me nauseous. After all, tomorrow is new office badge picture day.
What’s your routine? Any flakey cures?
Update: I skipped the primer and still had flakiness, though not as much. Today, I skipped all the new stuff and just used old stuff, drug store exfoliating face wash, Aveda refreshing toner and Clinique SuperDefense. That got topped with Bare Minerals powder. Much, much better. Although, most of the credit probably goes to the medication.
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