Foundation Layer

So here it is, my newest indication that I think way too much of my time-management skills.
I have never been a very girly girl. My early teen years were spent tromping around the Texas wilds, with nary a thought given to concealer. The later teens were spent in the Blinn Community College computer lab thinking light diffusion was something the Rad Tech program should be concerned with. As for current events, I was recently thrilled with the purchase of a dress, which marks the first dress obtained with my consent since the horrible bridesmaid's dress I wore at age sixteen.
But I can't seem to get away from skin care and makeup. I love the stuff. I tried to sell Mary Kay for a while, because Mary Kay has some really amazing product. But my enthusiasm for other brands would not be repressed. Clinique, Lush Cosmetics, Bath & Bodyworks, and Too Faced called out to me, and I had to answer. In my career as a nurse, I have seen some truly funky skin. Nothing is more certain to make me ill than pathologically neglected epidermis. I've been privy to the good, the bad, and the fugly of human exteriors.
I never leave the house without makeup on. Lest you get the wrong idea and think that I am an incredibly vain and self-absorbed Paris Hilton clone that goes to the gym wearing heels and pearls, allow me to educate you to the contrary. I may leave the house wearing pajama pants. I may appear to be wearing a crack-imbibing Pomeranian on my head. I own no more than ten pairs of shoes, all practical in one way or another, and mostly more than a year old.
But I love my makeup.
And of course, skin care doesn't just cover the face. Your skin is your largest organ. People don't realize how easy it is to screw it up. Sun, pollution, pesticides, dehydration, slight vitamin and mineral deficiencies, stress, and hormone imbalances can all take perfectly lovely skin and turn it into the love child of a fire hydrant and a lizard's butt.

I guess if you look at it that way I could be kind of a skin super-hero. I could fly into women's bathrooms wearing a caped suit-a picture of a lotion bottle on the cape-and completely gut and rennovate their skin care routine, then fly out again, leaving them looking like Rachel Weiss with a slight radioactive glow.

So anyway, since I do love to write, and wanted a serial blog with a set, reachable goal, I thought I might start up a blog site where I try and review different skin and hair care products and cosmetics. I can start with some of the myriad products I use or have used in the last few years. From there I can branch out into the wild world of the Macy's makeup counters. I'm sure in the next few days I'll come up with a goal, but for now let's just say I'll probably have plenty of writing materiel.

While I realize that currently my readership is all of one (and that's only because my cat is sitting on my lap looking at the screen) I can't shake the hope that someday strangers from exotic places like McKinney, Texas will read my blog and find hope, inspiration, and helpful tips from my search for a cure for this danged acne.

My newest skin acquisition is a Bare Escentuals Bare Minerals set. I am in love. After extensive travails trying to find a foundation that doesn't break out my skin (which will be cataloged soon), I believe I may have found the answer.

More reviews are to follow. Here's christening the new blogspot and hoping for plentiful creativity inside and plentiful readership outside.
Happy Following!
Erin