I LOVE EXFOLIATING
I exfoliate everything. (nearly) I love baths and showers and bubbles and lotions and girly bath products, but the part of my routine that I love so much that without it I start to rock back and forth and frantically chew at my skin (Billy Bob-Thorton Voice: Some calls it obsession. I calls it love.) is exfoliation.
I went to Vegas recently with Gram Ponante (NSFW) to do all sorts of fun interviewing and generally have a good ol’ Vegas time. This meant mostly going to Ellis Island to eat chicken fried steaks and gravy on everything. When we got to the hotel room and I began to unpack my usual array of bath products, I let out a low wail and dropped to the floor (which was filthy. I oughtn’t of dropped down there), punching at the stained carpeting and crying out “Why? Whyyyy? What ever will I do? We have to go back right now!”
I had forgotten to pack exfoliate! Gram sat there, befuddled, reminding me that there were drug and sundry stores throughout the city. Why, there was a CVS within a stone’s throw.
“Well why aren’t we there?” I cried, much in the manner of Parker Posey when she learned that there was a pet store in the lobby of the hotel in Best In Show. (I didn’t call him a stupid hotel manager. That would come later, after too many drinks.)
But once we were at the CVS, my horrible suspicions were confirmed. They didn’t have sugar scrub. They had salt scrub or apricot scrub. Well, anyone who knows anything about actual exfoliation can tell you, these options are horseshit. Salt “scrub” just melts softly, turning into salt rub in the hot shower. And apricot? What am I, a metero-sexual college student who doesn’t know any better?
Huffily, I purchased the apricot scrub, and we headed back to the hotel so I could attempt to use it to get rid of my quickly amassing dead skin cells. I mean, shit, we were in Vegas, the extra-skin-cell-iest capitol of the Americas. I had some heavy work to do.
The apricot barely dealt with the issue, forcing me to walk around the AEE completely foliated. Normally, I exfoliate my arms, legs, belly, neck, and my face, including my lips. I told a chick about this once and she was all “Doesn’t that tear your lips?” No, dummy, it obviously doesn’t, or I would be walking around with torn up lips. My lips are soft and free of dead lip-skin.
The only saving grace was that on Friday, in a suite dedicated to the lovely Hollie Stevens, I was given a swag bag including, miraculously, a little jar of sugar scrub. (And then I nicked a few more swag bags, because I was taking no chances.) The scrub seemed homemade, and was a simple recipe I recreated once home.
The secret is, don’t use too much oil. Use just enough oil to saturate the sugar. You can use any kind of essential oil you’d like, but I would warn against the stuff that will sting, like peppermint or eucalyptus.
If you’re not already into exfoliation, give it a try. It probably doesn’t really do all that much. I mean, moisturizer is really the ticket to keeping your skin in great shape. But, it feels good, and it makes me feel like I’m doing something to make myself less old.
Exfoliation, you’re the best. You make me happy. I love you.
Some exfoliants I recommend:
Tree Hut Body Scrub This one is my favorite!
Neutrogena Sugar Scrub This one really is energizing. A bit more expensive.
Alba Sugar Cane Scrub Alba is a great cruelty free company for you hippies.
Stay tuned for Gram’s input on the whole situation.