ephemerette

Woe is me. Maybe it’s age or the change in season, perhaps a prolonged period of ill health accompanied by bucket loads of stress but my face seems to have lapsed into some sort of a congested bumpy, flaky, desiccated, big pored mess recently and I DON'T LIKE IT. I've been privileged enough to have had a very well behaved face for a very long time. Even through my torturous adolescence I scraped through with the minimal level of facial explosions, none of that hideous scarring or use of evil paint stripper style acne potions for me, just well behaved, even, dewy (or DOOEY as Penelope Cruise pleasingly puts it in those adverts) skin which has never really needed more than a minimal amount of coverage to looked reasonably human, leaving me to freely play with glittery eye shadow, flicky eyeliner and industrial amounts of lip gloss. As time wears on I’m aware of some fine lines around my eyes and slight drop in the ability to bounce back if I’ve been burning the candle at bot...