We'll start with the obvious pièce de résistance, my face. I've switched to Ursa Major's face wash and face balm almost solely because they smell so, so good. I actually asked my co-worker one day if she thought my face smelled good, because I was so sure it did—and she said yes! It was a totally normal and healthy interaction. In addition to smelling of sage and cedar or some other rustic gay shit, they're both totally paraben and pthalate-free! Score for moneyed liberals!
On top of that I'm still really into COOLA's tinted sunscreen, though I bought some random BB cream from Duane Reade that pretty much has the same effect. (And both of them are invisible, natch.) I was using Earth Tu Face body wash, but once it ran out I switched back to Dr. Bronner's, TBH. The price difference is crazy and I couldn't justify it with results, hashtag sadface.
Also, I joined a gym! And, look! I took a gym selfie there, just for you, internet. I know what you're thinking: Is this literally the most ridiculous gym outfit ever? I might as well have "My other t-shirt is a jock strap" stamped onto my forehead, but what of it? Damn that girl is rilly giving me side eye tho. Here's how to get the look: stop by a stoop sale in BKLYN and buy a graphic 80's sweatshirt from a girl in a mousy-chic peasant skirt. Take it home and cut off the sleeves, then wear it backwards so the awesome jumping neon dolphins graphic faces front and can be more easily enjoyed by all of the people who think you're so f*cking high right now. Voilà!
Full disclosure: I haven't been to the gym since the day I took this picture. And I've only been a total of like, five times over the last five months...but membership is only $20/month! I really just wanted a cute place to stretch and accidentally see hot guy's wangs. Whatever. I wanted to be able to like, open doors without struggling, but really, maybe struggling to open doors is my work out?
Also, my barber changed! I tried out Blind Barber and then Fellow Barber (right and left pics above, respectively), but the thing with these places is that it really matters who you see. Like, I used to see Rafael at Moustache, but then Moustache was just randomly not there one day (no, literally this happened) and there was no mention of anything on their website. SO I checked Yelp and other people were screwed over too, and a lot of them were looking for my same barber, Rafael...but they didn't know where he'd gone! So now I'm bouncing between these two places, or really anywhere with a hand-lettered tin sign and a bottle of small-batch mouthwash in the window. (Oh, man, I just read back over this post and I sound like Ali Lohan narrating Lindsay's diary to Dina over the phone, WTF.)
Read all of my beauty posts here and let's be beautiful and young together forever!
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