I did a few wild and crazy things in my old age and wrinkly face, I'm willing to admit...I bought products last month...and I started a face washing regimen. I've never really washed my face before. I'd rinse it, maybe use a cotton ball, do the Noxema splash, but that's it. Never with hair pulled back and the washcloth and the soapy eyes mummy walk to find the towel. So, I liked the new Dove commercials and chose to browse the beauty aisle. As a result, I've become bedtime buddies with the gentle exfoliating Dove soap bar, a washcloth, astringent, the lotion, and the mummy walk. The whole shebangbang. And I pluck. Which has nothing to do with my story.
So here's where it gets good, bad, and ugly...
As we were packing for Alabama I grabbed my face lotion and threw it in the toiletries bag with my tweezers. Then, for the first time in like a month I took a second look at my hair de-frizzer to decide if I really needed to take it with me.
And I was like...
Because. And this is why...
The bottle on the left is my face lotion. The bottle on the right is my hair cream.
*** the crickets chirp here.
Uh...NO it's NOT!!
Big humongo DUMB!!
So there it is, my beauty product buying friends and forever family who will choose not to make fun of me. The reason I don't call. My brain is dumb. And my rebellious hair is apparently untamed. But it is UVA Protected.
Here are my excuses for the mix up...
In my defense, they are both 4 oz. Very similar.
I promise, with all fibers of my being, to pay more attention when applying anything creamy onto my body, or any soft surface, and to leave the beauty deals for the smart people. I will not allow genius marketing skills to target my 30 something vulnerability. And I will write a letter to the Dove top dogs explaining the miraculous results I've had using their hair cream. On my face!
I'm making Mexican Fiesta Biscuit Bake tonight. in case someone needs ideas. And still believes in me.