Apparently it's bad that I'm counting down, as it means I'm going to switch instantly back to my slovenly ways... Obviously my brain is so advanced that it needs longer than sixty days to wire neurons together to form a new pathway. Or I am hard-wired to be 'efficient' (read: only doing bare minimum needed to survive).
Making the bed still has not lost the shine.
Back at the beginning of my journey, when I was wrestling with the ins and outs of the 'beauty routine' - in my case known as the 'slightly less ugly' routine - I had decided that if my skin still wasn't playing ball at the end of the dig, I was gonna open a can of Proactiv on it. Not long after, I received a very lovely and encouraging email from on of my (tens of) blog stalkers, who shall be code named 'Maid Marion' for his/her own protection from Nigerian scammers and other trolls. Maid Marion was delightful enough to suggest a much nicer, Aussie made natural skin-care company for me to try, and very generously gave me a gift voucher for some of their products. To say I was chuffed would be an understatement.
Anyway, in today's mail I received this very fantastic skincare startup from Maid Marion and ishiki-skin (see www.ishiki-skin.com) so I gave it a test drive tonight.
I can honestly say I'm not being paid very much at all to use my blog as a platform to spruik stuff... the paid endorsements just dont seem to be rolling in yet. I'm no cheating black golfer in a tick cap, after all. But I will state on the record that these products are the best, most yummy, most gorgeous things I have ever brought into contact with my face - including the sweet-smelling cheek of my newly born first child. Unreal. You have to try them. Seriously, I can't stop stroking my own forehead.
If the only thing at all that benefits me out of this whole sixty days of crazy is that I got to try these (for free! Thanks, Maid Marion!) then I will call it early: it was worth it.
Run away pimples. The sixty days have spelled out your doom.
M xx
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