I have sensitive skin. Yes, I know that’s ridiculous. It’s also true. I’m a sensitive girl, really. If you’ve read this blog much at all, you already know far too much about my delicate digestive system. I am not made of hardy stock.
There was a time when I spent serious wads of cash on creams and potions for my face. That was in the days before I had to pay for kid day storage and three to four wardrobes a year for a Monkey Boy who never stops growing. (They told me if I fed him everyday, this would happen.) Several years ago, in an effort to reduce my spending, I found Dove moisturizers. I fell in love with every formulation. First, they totally worked for a girl with my skin issues. Second, they were cheap! They cost roughly six bucks a bottle. Score!
My love affair with Dove moisturizers continued without a hitch until recently. A new Target opened near my house. There was no Dove. I figured this to be a new store glitch. But then when I went to (all the way out) West Little Rock Target, they didn’t have it either. I tried other drug stores. Nothing. Then I went online.
I grabbed something off the shelf I thought would be fine. It wasn’t. The first week I used it, I had more blemishes than usual. Today my eyes almost swelled shut. I had to ask a woman at a meeting for a cold cloth to put on my face. That was a particularly impressive moment for me.
It’s time to try again. Friends have recommended Cetaphil, Aveeno and old school Oil of Olay. I’m open to suggestions. Anything that doesn’t set my face on fire, cause me to break out or require a second mortgage is good by me.