This is the inspirational story of how a face mask….saved my face.
Let me set the scene: it was a dark, wet, windy, rainy night…and I was as snug as a bug in a rug, huddled around my friend’s backyard campfire, deep in the heart of Sydney’s suburbia.
Yes, fine, it wasn’t the outback. A brand new deck and porch may have also been involved. Wine, a roast dinner, and some warming port to finish. But it was as rural as it’s been for a long time, for a city-slicker like me.
We sat around the ‘camp fire’ for about five hours – and I could smell every single one of those minutes in my hair and clothes, and on my skin, when I got in the car to go home that night.
And I could feel the soot on my face.
As I stripped off at home, ready to wash the camp fire smell off me, I thought it was good a time as any to try my new Alya Skin Australian Pink Clay Mask.
Removing my makeup with a wipe, it felt like sandpaper. As I ran the bath, I read the promise of the jar: rich in antioxidants, gently cleanses skin, brings balance and energy to dry and sensitive skin - yes, please.
Detoxifies skin from pollutants: put me down for that. Stimulates regeneration of skin cells, tightens your skin's pores, and extracts pollutants and nasties (like camp fire soot): excellent.
Assists in the removal of eczema, acne and pimples, because apparently, it's safe for sensitive skin: good, because mine is prone to eczema.