On Developing A Skincare Routine

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I get breakouts. It’s gotten better over the years, but I don’t think this will go away completely. So it seems odd to me that I’m talking about developing a skincare routine when I don’t have perfect, glowing, model-like skin. But alas, I really started thinking about skincare while I was in Florida, since everyone down south seemed to have glow-y, dewey skin. I looked at my dry, wrinkly hands and beginning crow’s feet, and thought I should probably do something about it NOW.

The one thing I’ve gotten right? I’ve been using moisturizer since I was 18 (Thanks, mom!).

So let’s at least partially check out the Develop a skincare routine, eh? Because I’ve been working on it. Have been doing it. And will just need to increase it a smidge to be more consistent.

Anyway..To the products (that’s what matters most anyway!).IMG_5714(In order of use, from day to night, listed below)

  1. Spectrum Organic Coconut Oil, Refined. This jar lasts me 3-4 months, and costs roughly $7 at Target (It’s in the food section). I use this every morning to wash my face, and sometimes at night to take off my eye makeup. If I’ve got oil, paint, eyeliner, or something else gnarly on my hands, I use this to clean it off. I LOVE it. It doesn’t dry out my face and doesn’t make me break out either.
  2. Yes To Grapefruit Daily Correcting Moisturizer. This lasts about 2 months, and costs roughly $14 at Target (it’s in the moisturizer/body lotion section). I use this every morning after the shower, but before I put on makeup. I’ve experimented with all the moisturizers from Yes To brand, and I like this the best.
  3. Dove Cream Oil Body Lotion. I’ll admit the only reason why I have this product is because an ex-bf broke up with me and left it—and it was a full bottle at the time. I like that the product doesn’t smell much, isn’t thick, and leaves me feeling smooth. It’s roughly $5 for the bottle, and has lasted a year. I’m not sure if I’d continue with the Dove stuff once I run out though. I need to be better about using lotion all over rather than just on my legs after I shave.
  4. Oatmeal and Shea Whipped Body Butter. Depending on how dry I am, I’ll use this stuff during the day, but I typically stick it on at night. It’s made from a local company in Harrisburg, Nebraska, and I LOVE it. It’s thick, made from goat’s milk, and runs about $14 a jar. This stuff has lasted me a year. I only use it in extreme cases but hope to use it more often with this skincare routine.
  5. Yes To Carrots Daily Cream Facial Cleanser. This stuff is great. I use it at night only because it zaps imperfections and sets the tone for the night. It’s 98% natural ingredients, and costs about $5. It’s in the skincare aisle at Target with the rest of the Yes To products. A bottle lasts me about 3 months. This one may be too harsh for folks who don’t break out….so I’d suggest the Cucumber face wash for those folks!
  6. MaryKay Nighttime Restore and Recover Lotion. (I use Normal/Dry) At $40 a pop for this small bottle, I was hesitant to order it from MaryKay. But literally one less-than-dime-size amount works PERFECTLY to cover my entire face. I stick this on before bed. And even though I’ve only used it two or three times since I’ve gotten it, I think I’m hooked. I can see a noticeable difference in how quickly my face heals and resets itself.
  7. Benefit It’s Potent Eye Cream. My lovely friend, Elizabeth, mentioned this on our weekend trip to Florida in June. I made a mental note to try it, since many of the eye creams I’ve seen these days are goopy, smell like Oil of Olay, and marketed toward the older crowd. It’s $30 at Sephora. A little goes an extremely long way. I dip the edge of my finger into the pot and have enough for both eyes with that. I expect it will last for 6 months.

timefothatTruth. I don’t have time, or inclination, to make my own products. So I’m only interested in purchasing items that other people have made. Period. I know the products above seem expensive when put together, but I buy them at different times throughout the year….so the costs are really spread out.

I do sometimes use MaryKay’s Timewise Age-Fighting Moisturizer, but I find the Yes To stuff is cheaper, and lasts longer. At some point I may work my way back to this one. But for right now, it’s easy to just go to the store and pick up my own whenever I need it.

As an aside that is incredibly important to me: Only one product above has SPF in it: Yes To Grapefruit Daily Correcting Moisturizer has SPF 15. And I’m a-okay with that amount. Layering various items with SPF doesn’t give you better coverage, and some SPF ingredients can be harmful. Not to mention some SPF ingredients can cause irritation and even make your skin drier (hard to believe since most sunscreen is typically really greasy-feeling).

After writing this post, I feel sort of high-maintenance. And that I need to add a #firstworldproblem hashtag to this. I can live without everything above, and I’ll still have skin if I don’t use any of it. But it makes me feel better that I’m taking care of my skin somehow, and that I may end up extending my youth and look 21 when I’m 80.

One can dream 😉

On Developing A Skincare Routine

On Titles and Naked Streets

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I didn’t name the blog after that quote, but finding it on Pinterest was nearly serendipitous. I haven’t explained the name yet because I’ve been reconciling my feelings inside with what will appear on the blog.

Have you seen Disney Pixar’s Inside Out yet? It’s a cute, animated look into the emotions that control us. The ultimate takeaway is that you cannot have joy without sadness. Sure, there’s a sprinkling of other emotions in there, but sometimes your happiest memories can change to sad ones.And that’s ok.

I feel like that’s my life. So many happy memories, turned into sad moments in time. Part of me thinks I’m no longer allowed to look at them with the same level of happiness. It’s been two years of feeling like I’m half happy.

I hate waiting so long for things to change. I’m not one to let time heal—what if time takes 20 years? I’ll regret wasting it. So the blog has started out a little on the sad side. The changes. The emotions. The truth of what it’s like to be me right now.

It’s a longer way of getting to a response to the folks who see me as a strength. Who see me as absolutely fine. Or who see me as only struggling. There’s an awful lot that goes into this stage of life—and all of those emotions sort of play off one another. They’re necessary. They’re going to make me…. stand up against the wind.

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You cannot have joy without the sadness.

Writing it down. Experiencing it. Being honest. It’s a lot like walking down the streets naked. I’m vulnerable and open. It’s like starting over… and there’s never a bad time to start your second chance.

You’re reading mine. 

Welcome to Naked in the Streets.

On Titles and Naked Streets

On Names, Changing, and Bittersweet Experiences

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By the time I walked into the DMV, it was 2 p.m. and the lady behind the desk had just called #70. All the chairs were filled. I picked #92 and sat down. I had 2.5 hours to wait until they closed. I thought 2.5 hours would be enough.

As of today, the DMV is able to accommodate roughly 3 people per hour <—My observation and calculations after sitting there for two hours with numbers still in the 70s.

Two employees handle traditional driver license patrons (the ones who are getting new licenses, renewing old ones, are upgrading their commercial license or class rank, etc.). The third employee is taking special license requests (handicap placards, 30-day temporary licenses, and folks who came in once and waited in line but forgot a document, etc.)

The lines would have gone faster, but at any given point in time, the two employees who handled the traditional licenses would also go take photos, file paperwork, and LEAVE THE BUILDING TO ADMINISTER PRACTICAL EXAMS. A practical exam can take anywhere from 30-45 minutes. And one gal left twice.

I’m not a rocket scientist, but I don’t think this is good service. Period.

By 3 p.m. they were at #78, after jumping from #71 to #77. Three people. One hour. I gave my observation to my dad, that we wouldn’t get seen today at this rate. I felt bad complaining—the folks were doing their best job while being stupidly understaffed–but it was too easy to be selfish.

Sitting here for 2.5 hours to change my name back. My maiden name. My original self. To me before marriage. But there was a great possibility I would wait and not be seen. And to have to come back and sit again? Just get it over with so I can move on.

My dad brought him up. That my grandparents really didn’t want this to happen. That he couldn’t believe there were that many differences. To how it’s insane to imagine.To how he doesn’t think my brother will have kids, and now I won’t for a while.

I stopped it. I made a few loud jokes about needing everyone’s Facebook accounts so I could friend them, since we were all getting to know each other so well with the incredible wait. The room chuckled.

Then the gal behind me let out a loud sigh. I turned around and smiled at her, looked at her with two small kiddos by her side. “Does anyone want this number? I just can’t wait any longer.”

#83. And she handed it to me.

At 3:45 p.m., the clerks called 81. For whatever reason, a woman and her son stood up at the same time, holding not just #81, but #82, too. I jiggled my leg. Looked at the clock. Brightened then dimmed the screen on my phone repeatedly. I could make it. Some miracle in the DMV pushed me up sooner. One gal still out with a practical exam. One at the desk with the two-number family.

4:00. What could they possibly be doing?
4:05. Why did they swap chairs?
4:10. Are they doing an eye exam soon or something? Why aren’t they done?
4:18. FINALLY. They left.

And they called #83.

“Hi there! What brings you in today?”
Really? Can I place an order for pizza?
“Oh! You’ve had a Wyoming license before. What brings you back? Marriage?”
Nope. Thanks for the reminder.
“Oh. I’m sorry….”
IMG_5643Five minutes. One photo. And a black and white piece of paper later. I was official. Cross off Change name with Social Security, and get new drivers license. 

I won’t do it again. Whoever cares for me, falls in love with me, and wants to have me, must take me as I am. And that includes my maiden name. I’m not losing myself again.

On Names, Changing, and Bittersweet Experiences