Back in the ’80s, practically every girl in elementary school had her very own sticker collection: cartoon-inspired numbers, holographic tidbits, fuzzy pieces and, of course, scratch ‘n ‘sniff varieties.
Last April, I wrote about a fantastic new innovation from Dove: the Clear Tone deodorant range.
What woman doesn’t want to banish crow’s feet, exile those perky little lines to a dungeon somewhere?
Only two more days until hordes of trick-or-treaters swarm the streets in their elaborate costumes, clutching pumpkin-shaped baskets or printed totes and asking — nay, demanding — candy.
“Now that’s what I call buttery!”
Those are the words my precocious 9-year-old son uttered enthusiastically when he glided his finger over the smooth surface of the new NIVEA Vanilla & Macadamia Kiss Lip Butter ($3.99 at most food, drug, and mass market retailers).
Metallic fabrics, eye shadows, and nail lacquers always abound come autumn and winter, and this season is no exception.
Last time I had my hair blown out, the stylist couldn’t stop complimenting me on how healthy my hair looked, remarking that most women with heavily color-treated hair grapple with split ends and overly porous, dehydrated strands.
Every October, L’Occitane reveals a new limited edition collection of shea butter products with distinctive packaging meant to conjure up excitement for the holiday season, lure in long-time fans of the brand’s shea range (like yours truly, who has been known to carry a 100ml tin of shea butter in her always bulging handbag), and attract new and hopefully soon-to-be-undyingly-loyal customers.
Sometimes I think the folks at Urban Decay have telepathic powers, that they have a Jean Grey-ish figure on payroll whose mission is to read the minds of brand devotees like myself.
Last time I visited Puerto Rico, my stepmom led me to one of the hedged shrubs in front of the house she’s been sharing with my dad for over a decade now and, dipping her hand into the thicket of leaves, plucked out this gorgeous white blossom and said, “Mira, una gardenia.” I caressed the velvety soft, yellowish white petals and, enthralled, leaned in to smell the tropical blossom, letting the sweet, feminine fragrance fill my nostrils.
