The slightly worrying world of a freelance journalist, details of the ransacking of the interesting parcels of beauty stuff that arrive each week, and info on the ones that work and the ones that make you say "Oh for God's sake some over-tanned freak in a white overall just conned me into spending £20 on that."
Friday, 3 December 2010
Snowy souffle
My office has no heating. None. Zip. It has three draughty doors though which work together to create a nice through gale. Add to this a builder who puts a nail through a water pipe resulting in all the water and heating being off on the snowiest day of the year and an allergic reaction to washing powder and you have my life this week. As a result my poor skin looks like that of a recently plucked chicken that's been left on a radiator - sort of dry and raw looking. The perfect time for Ted Baker Body Souffle to arrive. I didn't exactly scream with delight at the smell when I first took the lid off, but it's a grower; the fact that it smells v strong in the pot means that the perfume actually lingers and smells gorgeous once it's calmed down a little. Bergamot and pink peppercorn and rose, apparently; I get mostly rose but gentle rose, not old lady rose. And it is very, very soothing. I tried it on one arm and not the other and the other felt very dessicated, itchy and grumpy all day. Very indulgent-seeming and yet economical, excellent gift particularly for anyone whose skin goes into rebellion in the winter months.
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