A few weeks back, Columbia SkinCare sent me a new line of products for me to try and review. I thought two things:
- I am no beauty blogger. No, my friends. I know this comes as a shock to you, but the concept of strobing for me is something that happens at a rave. Raves are weird dance party things that I might have gone to when I was young and stupid. There was a lot of thumping music and people dancing like they were having seizures. And strobe lights, of course.
- Holy freckles. I’LL TAKE ALL THE HELP I CAN GET.
Ok, as you may know, last I checked I am… Well, you know. How can I say this…
I’m… leaning delicately toward middle age.
Oh heck, I drove past middle age about three years ago. I’m a forty-ish mom of two kids under nine years old. I’M OLD AND TIRED.
It’s ok. Acceptance is key.
So, today I’m posting my first in a short series (because, let’s face it, beauty blogging and momsie go together like… rottweilers and pink doggie tutus that you buy at those expensive doggie clothes boutiques.)
Enjoy. Don’t worry. Stay tuned for your regular programming. My posts about how my children are maddening and adorable. Coming soon, I promise. My children will do something maddening and adorable any minute now and I’ll write about it.
But now I give you…