If only it were possible to flounce from one’s own face.
Remember my little skin issue? No, not the potentially-worm-related one (which is apparently something called “granuloma” that is only a big deal if you care about having feet that don’t look like your grandfather’s); the Trump-related one, a.k.a. the one that demonstrated that the state of my pores correlates precisely with the state of our country.
It’s still happening (I was treating it before I left for Ohio, but a week of using hotel room soap because I forgot my own seems to have set me back). I had my dermatologist look at a little spot on my nose that was concerning me, and she had trouble understanding which spot she was looking at because – and I quote – “there are so many spots that it’s hard to tell what’s what.”
Thank you, doctor. I feel much better now. (Did I mention I need a new dermatologist?)
So after leaving the dermatologist, I drove straight to a beauty supply store and picked up a bottle of Mario Badescu pink lotion, which was one of the recommendations posted under my original “Trumple The Great And Terrible” post. And for real: all of the suggestions you guys posted (and sent to me via Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and email) were good – so good that I wanted to put a rundown of my favorites here (I totally ordered the Aztec Secret stuff and am just waiting for it to arrive).
