Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Best moisturizer in the observable universe

And I don't use the term lightly.  This is what my jar of ReVive Senstif looks like when I'm done.  See that little smugdy bit?  As soon as I noticed it in the picture I went back in and got the rest out. Won't leave a smidge.  And this is just the little bottle they give you in the gift with purchase when you buy the big bottle.  The little bottle lasted me 7 1/2 weeks.  I usually get about 6 months out of a big bottle.  Which is a really good thing.  Because yowzah is it pricey.

Admittedly this is a godawful expensive moisturizer, which is why I scrape out every little bit, but this stuff beats everything - high and low. And believe me, I have tried everything.  It beats La Mer, it beats Olay Pro X, it beats Prevage, SK-II, and every single thing my dermatologist has ever given me.  And as we approach our early, late 40s (what? 48 counts) especially those of us who won't stick botulism in our heads because, um, botulism......we need the best possible weapons in the war against looking our age.  This is my bunker buster bomb.

Since I can never keep a good thing to myself, I offer this recommendation to all of you who might be in the same sort of position, skincarewise.  Go get some, you won't be sorry.  Well maybe your credit card will be, but it's worth it.  You can get it at Neiman Marcus, Saks and Bliss - don't bother trying to find it cheaper in Canada - I've already tried.  Also I'm really hoping they send me some free stuff because of this blog post, the stuff rocks!

Monday, October 17, 2011

"Let's go out in the City Monday night"

Was what P very nicely proposed on Friday.  He had a client meeting downtown and we had an experimental theatre company cocktail party benefit we'd already paid for - why not make a night of it?  Or at least that was the thinking on Friday.  By Monday, the reality of why not, came crashing in. 

In my mind, on Friday I'd go to the city wearing something smashing, enjoy dinner and some cocktails with interesting folks and be squired home by my dashing hubby.

Here's how that looked on Monday.  "Shit, I have nothing that I can wear into the office (remember the office?) for a wind down pizza day lunch and out to dinner in SoHo and to a downtown cocktail party.  Fine, I'll deal with it later."  Go to work, get out early, rush home, get new dog licenses(remember the dogs?), pay a shiva call, see what the kids' homework is looking like (remember the kids?), get the kids to roam the neighborhood to get signatures on dog petitions because there is no freaking way I can do it, (dogs and kids, oh boy!) run upstairs and throw everything in the closet on the bed searching for anything that will make me look like a cool downtown city girl, realize that no amount of packaging is gonna make that happen, but have no time to cry about it, curse and bless the inventor of Spanx simultaneously, throw on a wrap dress, boots and too much eye make-up.  Now where are those kids?

Waiting for P to call to say what train I should catch and wondering if I should be bummed or happy if he calls it off to just come home.  Did I mention I have to get the girl child to school for 6:30AM tomorrow morning?

Someday I will write about the great doggie candy eating debacle.......