Hi, my name is Mahj and I have problem skin. I was quite lucky until I was about 17-18 and then they arrived. The horrible, big red painful spots. And man oh man did they make my life a misery. Turns out I had acne. And it was crap. And I tried everything I could get my hands on. Boots own brand, Clean n Clear, Clearasil, Simple, Freederm, and Clinique. Even that antibiotic cream that you get from the doctors that comes on a roll-on! All to no avail. I even tried Dianette which gave me amazing skin but made me kerazy emotional!
So on went the make up and it covered it quite well, but as anyone who has ever experienced the same situation knows, covering is all well and good but the ruddy things don’t go anywhere!
When I was around 25 (after 6 years or so of having terrible skin) I read an article about a skincare system called Oxypeel and, figuring that I have nothing to lose, decided to order myself some of their foaming milk and moisturising lotion. And though it took some time (around 4-6 months or so), my skin started to clear up. Hooray. I even stopped wearing make up as I felt brave enough to go without.
Unfortunately about 6 months or so ago, my skin started to get quite bad again. Not helped by the heinous weather and wedding stress, I was pretty much having daily eruptions and it was gutting. I started to have visions of having wedding photography that showed all the lumps and bumps under what would be my make up. My future photography paranoia was not helped by the fact that my silly skin is so hyper-sensitive that a sniff of dirt makes it explode.
In January feeling quite fed up and only 6 months away from the Big Day, I decided to take the Dermalogica plunge and went for a face-mapping appointment at their fancy pants counter in Harvey Nichols. Now I am a self confessed skincare junkie and I bought into their ethos (and very expensive products) hook, line and sinker. Coincidentally I started using all my products a week before the Big RMW Photoshoot and someone must’ve been looking down on me as my skin pretty much cleared up the week before the shoot and so, I didn’t feel as much embarrassment at turning up a big spotty mess, surrounded by fresh-faced lovelies!
Unfortunately, another week after the photoshoot and my skin reverted back. Big time. But this time I decided to try thinking positively. They say it takes 4-6 weeks for the effects of using Dermalogica to come through. It’s been 6 weeks so far and though I have noticed a bit of a difference, it’s not been massive.
So this past Saturday, in the name of research and preserving some of my self-esteem, I decided to take the plunge and had my first ever Crystal Clear Microdermabrasion session at my local beauty place after remembering that Madam O’Shea heartily recommended it.
Immediately I noticed that my skin felt so clean. Squeaky clean, almost like I was clean all the way through if that makes sense? Also, I noticed that one of my cheeks where I have had quite bad breakouts and also have some scarring was looking much smoother. However as the week’s progressed I have noticed (bear in mind I have been obsessively checking my face every day!) that I have had some small breakouts here and there and my skin is looking a bit more red and blotchy than usual, so the jury is still out peeps. I know with microdermabrasion, they say you really start to see the results after the third session. I have booked in for my next one in 4 weeks time so I shall keep you all posted. But in the meantime, do any of you fine lot have success stories with Dermalogica / microdermabrasion that you can share with me to stop me hyperventilating with panic?!
Since my last post, our invitations arrived in all their exploding skittle glory! I must admit that I have been a bit remiss in shouting from the rooftops about these lovelies and how amazing Marianne at Ditsy Chic has been through the whole process. Not only has she become a friend (we email about the delights of Glee!) but she is uber talented to boot.
She took the brief we gave her and ran with it. And they turned out just how I wanted. Look at the prettiness of the paper. The colours. The henna designs. The glory of them. Ahem, I’ll stop now.
I loved the idea that your invitations are essentially the prelude to your Big Day. They give your guests a taste of what is to come. So we wanted to make ours as vibrant as possible. Our friends and families reactions lead us to think that we have succeeded. One friend said that her invite reduced her to tears and another said that hers was hands down, the most beautiful invite she had ever received. Think that’s what you call hitting a stationary homerun. Or something.
I will never be able to articulate properly how utterly amazed and chuffed Martin and I were with our invites. And we don’t think we will ever be able to say anything that is complimentary enough to thank Marianne for all her hard work and fancy artiness. Marianne, you rocked our stationary world!
Finally, I thought I would leave you with the photo of my wedding shoes:
My Mum really doesn’t like these and Martin wasn’t all that keen when I showed him. I however adore them. As do my bridesmaids. And to make it even sweeter that I found some emerald green shoes in the first place, is that I found them on eBay. For £12.