I basically called my mom for help. Except when I say mom, I mean an esthetician.
I'm such an effing mess lately! I've been crazy-exhausted because I'm currently doing a play here in Toronto, which I love, but theatre really takes the life out of you, especially if you're wearing an 18th-century-era, long-sleeved, hoop-skirted, polyester dress on a stage with bright lights and a broken air conditioning system. In the middle of a heat wave. NBD.
Plus I have my writing to do on top of that, and I'm also consistently stressing about how broke I am. I don't even know when I have to start paying the government back for my student loans. I think I still have a few months left? Ugh, life is hard, you guys.
But ew, I'm not going to SERIOUSLY complain because as I was saying to my mom the other night, I have my family, I have a roof over my head, and I have a job (that I love). That's all I really need. Everything else is just frosting.
Anyway, I have a completely wonky sleep schedule (as per usual) that has been causing me to pass out at random in various sections of my apartment, frequently, while still wearing my dayclothes. And with that also comes a face full of makeup. Although, I did get home at 4am the other night and managed to cleanse, tone and moisturize. What the heck is wrong with me? Who even knows.
But back to the times I forgot to wash my face, or fully intended to but fell asleep on the couch with my iPhone in hand, Candy Crush Saga blaring through my eyelids as I slowly zzzzz-ed off to dreamland. It's happened two, maybe three times in the past two weeks, and I am horrified to admit it.
Washing my face before bed is an extremely important beauty routine to me. It usually involves many, many steps and a rotating regimen of tried and trusted products. I enjoy the process, it's soothing and makes me feel like I'm doing something positive for myself. But lately, I've just been so damn tired.
Usually on the nights I forget to wash my face, I will wake up with a painful bump under the surface, a blaring punishment for forgetting to cleanse my precious skin. I've been lucky recently in that nothing too awful has happened aside from a weird rash on my right cheek that I viciously scratched in my sleep, leaving me with two zit-like red sores. My skin is such a vindictive bitch.
There are fixes for this damage, though, and ways to make amends with my furious face.
One of the first products I reach for when my skin has developed a sudden itchy anger is Mario Badescu Calma Mask. This stuff is meant for any skin type, so long as it's pissed off. Acne-prone, dry, sensitive - you name it. If you have skin that needs soothing, this mask is for you. I've even slathered it on my legs after a particularly painful waxing session.
Sometimes when I get to poking and prodding my skin and I'm left with a bumpy, red "canvas," I turn to Calma Mask, and after 10 minutes, I rinse off and my skin is audibly heard whispering "thank you, mama." It's kind of creepy?
My other tool for repairing damage is SERUMS. I'm a serum freak, because they offer super-concentrated ingredients that encourage cell turnover and repairing and moisturization, and they're just generally amazing and make your skin feel silky and look glowy.
In the mornings I use my love, Clarins Double Serum, before sunscreen and to prep my skin for everything else, and then at night after cleansing and toning, I massage in Estée Lauder Advanced Night Repair, a classic, and for good reason.
I seriously love this stuff, so much so that I buy it with my own money, which says a lot for a beauty writer who usually gets things for free. It's just so good. If I find myself with dark spots or zits that won't heal, I notice a difference when using ANR within a night or two. It's a bestseller for a reason.
My final piece of advice for those of you who have fallen asleep with makeup on? Wash your pillowcases when you wake up. Falling asleep on dirtied linens the next night, even if you've properly cleansed your skin this time, will just invite grease, dirt and bacteria back onto your pretty face. So do a load of laundry and rest assured that you'll be beautiful when the sun rises (or sets ... maybe your sleep schedule is as weird as mine [it's 3:53 am, I'm awake, just drank a tiny cup of sake and I'm about to watch Atonement because life choices], or you're a vampire).
Now tell me: what beauty rules have you broken recently? I forgot to wear SPF the other day and wanted to cry during the 10-ish minutes I was out in the sun. Never again!