A few thoughts before my recent French obsession . . .
It is comforting to be in the company of so many who have had the courage to step outside of their comfort zone.
First writing, styling and self-caring for an unknown world to view. Then that day . . . the day the first dear heart popped in to say something back . . . With one little comment, a friendship was born. . . . and so many birthing days since then.
Blogging has been a lovely gateway to growth by sharing. One post can set the perfect tone for the day. Here is the place our “sense of beautiful” can “obliterate” worldly cares. We heal . . . and we GROW.
I am feeling and looking healthier. When I say “looking” . . . my skin is firmer and brighter than it was three months ago.
About two years ago, I began to make a transition to a “more pure” approach to skin care. For my face, neck and décolleté, I had been using one familiar department store brand for almost 40 years. It’s a great brand, but filled with ingredients and preservatives that are impossible to pronounce. My body care was from a well-known bath and body shop located in most American malls. Last summer, my legs were covered with eczema. I was to the point I was self-conscious wearing crop pants. My body image was at an all time low. For five years I kept my skin disease at bay with a prescribed steroid cream. Knowing the risks of steroid use, ( even topical ), I used it sparingly. Since I was using it so sparingly, it held the problem at bay, but it was always there.
Through blogging and social media, I discovered dry brushing before shower and bath, and a mixing coconut oil w/ raw sugar for an amazing body scrub.
Last spring with an online purchase from The Detox Market, I was sampled with two tiny vials of natural blended oils. The label reminded me of the periodic table of elements that was displayed in my high school chemistry class . . .
She had my full attention when I read her mission statement. ( Most of you know I had a rendezvous with breast cancer 7 years ago. )
“FROM FIGHTING CANCER TO FIGHTING WRINKLES”
“Born and raised in Paris, living in Los Angeles, it all started after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Cancer was a major wake up call, I realized that if I wanted to heal I needed to change everything. I quit my job, went back to school to become a health and wellness coach and embarked in the fascinating journey of removing toxins from my life.”
“When it came to skin care, I was not ready to sacrifice performance. I wanted it all: efficacy + purity. Not finding, I started blending custom-made skincare, for private clients and myself. Word spread fast, demand grew quickly and so was born Odacité – French play on Audacity- marrying the best of two worlds luxurious French skincare & green California living. I hope you will give us a try!”
Oh YES . . . my lovelies . . .
. . . another French girl comes to America connection!
Over the past three months, as my skin care “ran out”, I have replaced it with Odacité.
I purchase directly from the site. There is almost always a special offer. They are wonderful at including samples. Discovery kits are available at a reasonable price, along with on-line assistance with a licensed esthetician. I am so pleased with the results from Valerie’s products.
My journey into natural skin care has inspired me to style my own little French apothecary shelf. [. . . will share soon.] There has never been a better time to learn about self-care, and to create your personal “all natural” spa at home.
w / L
[Dreams on 34th Street is a journal of muses, personal experiences and images that inspire and enrich my life. I am not compensated for featuring the products on my blog today.]
This morning . . . the basket of whites wentfirst.
My favorite whites. . . boosted by a bit of “Oxy Clean” . . . warmly tumbled . . . folded . . . wrapped . . . packed with Summer 2016’s lovely memories and freshest dried lavender from the back yard on 34.
Simple little rituals . . .
I’m ready to unfold the next season, the familiar and the new.
Waking to the drops of rain makes the transition all the easier.
It’s something that happens to me almost every day. ( It sort of goes along with the term “ordinary miracle”. )
The gift of the day!
I don’t seek it.
It “lights” on me.
Yesterday, I was madly cleaning house before the COUGS played. The PAC-12 network was delayed, so I had a little down time before the game. I popped a cool grapefruit shandy and checked my Instagram . . .sweetlaurelblog.