Beauty Skeptic Tries New Beauty Routine
I tried a new skincare product from Skinesque and it actually did something besides make me look terrifying for 20 minutes.
I'm not a huge beauty fanatic. Even at my height of complicated make up routines in high school, involving black liquid eyeliner and way too much foundation, I wasn't particularly intrigued by make up. I used it as a tool to look a certain way. Then I grew tired of poking myself in the eye in the morning and having the black goo I was spreading around my eyes and on my lashes start to seep out of my eyes, gross. I dialed it back.
This lead me to my current routine which is pretty basic in a good way. Tinted moisturizer, with sunscreen!, concealer, eyebrow powder, face powder and blush. Sometimes new things get thrown into the mix but this is what I stick to most days.
I recently signed up for the Rachel Zoe Box of Style and was pleasantly surprised by all the contents. I've naturally adopted the navy snakeskin purse as my new go to bag but I was a little wary of the Skinesque face masks. I never tried sheet masks before only the viscous liquid kind you smear all over your face that tightens up your skin and then you wash off. Those were never that great to me. I was hoping this new little deviation in my routine wouldn't make my skin peel dramatically or irritate it. If anything even slightly positive happened at all I would be impressed.
Since I never spend that much on beauty products I'm a skeptic when it comes to claims of what they can do for their hefty price tags. This one didn't cost that much comparatively so I didn't feel like I was wasting money unless it freaked out my easily reddened and sensitive skin. The face mask kit comes with an exfoliating face wash, moisturizer and the mask. You are supposed to use them in this order which I did because I'm a stickler for directions and wanted the maximum face changing experience.
The cleanser worked so well I could feel dead skin slipping off my face as I lightly rubbed in circular motions like the girls in face wash ads. I rubbed some onto the back of my arms where my dreaded kp lives. The cleanser really goes a long way. I used it on my face, neck chest, upper back and back of my arms. Maybe I'm not devoting enough to my face.
After stepping out of the shower I forgoe my usual routine of BHA cream and moisturizer for the moisturizer that comes with the mask. It is cool and translucent which makes me feel cool and futuristic. Then comes the part everyone has been waiting for. The black mask.
I carefully peel it apart so I don't rip it and slap it on my face. I feel like a slug and look terrifying. I have residual magic goo the mask was seeping in on my hands. I rub it on my neck as I lie back on my bed to relax for 15 to 20 minutes per the instructions. I would try to do something useful, like read, but the eye holes are not conducive to me blinking. My eyelashes skim the mask every time. So I keep my eyes shut.
By the end of 20 minutes I barely notice the mask since my face has absorbed most of the thick liquid from it and melded onto my face. I am intrigued with how this looks in the mirror. I send a picture to my husband who responds appropriately with, “I will have nightmares now. Thanks.” I peel off the mask a little sad we don't get to have more bonding time.
My face is glowing and shiny because it can't absorb all this liquid gold so quickly. The mask and kit are supposed to brighten, along a whole laundry list of other things, and I can see the brightness already. I hope my skin starts absorbing the goo faster since I don't want it smearing all over my pillow.
I wake up and see my face is much moisturized. I feel like I don't need foundation or even tinted moisturizer today but I do need SPF so I dab it on. No one else notices my radiance but me. In their defense I don't think they stare at my face as much as me. So trying some new beauty products won't kill you and make your skin look better. I've almost run out of my five allotted cleanser, moisturizer and mask kits and will be reordering soon. So I guess you could say I'm a convert. Who knows I might become a beauty guru now but I doubt it.