Editor’s note: As always, this cult buy is not sponsored. Just a review of a bloody good product.
I have had a grand total of one facial in my life.
A birthday gift card was given to me by my sisters way back in March, permitting me entry to the facialist Zoe Foster Blake recommended on her blog about a bazillion years ago, Melbourne’s Me Skin & Body.
(I trust anything ZFB says about skin. Since using her Go-To range I am a true believer. Seriously. If she told me to go wash my face with dirty dishwater, I’d be asking for a hair tie and running to the sink.)
Anyway. Back to the facial. At the South Yarra clinic there were many white towels and women with very tiny pores and the whole experienced left me extremely dewy skinned (and slightly poorer, but oh well).
While my skin had been pretty well-behaved since I departed my acne-ridden early twenties, the facialist did have one major critique: I had a build up of dead skin. A considerable build up of dead skin, actually.
“What exfoliant do you use?” she asked me with a voice like a Butter Menthol.
“Oh… um… I don’t use one,” I stammered. “I really only use make-up wipes, micellar water, and moisturiser. My skin is really sensitive so I don’t really exfoliate.”
Her eyes widened. It dawned on me that I’d made a very big mistake.
The facialist explained that while my skin looked healthy from afar, upon closer inspection, my T-zone was actually clogged up. Oops?