Fresh nails, on point hair and that hot, new lip color. These are all things I adore! The invigorating scents, the fun ways to explore expressing myself through makeup and having fun “playing” with products are just a few of the reasons I love trying new cosmetics and personal products. But, when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer twice in two years, I discovered that environmental factors could be contributing to her illness, which included the chemicals we are all exposed to every day through our products.
When Hollywood goddesses Charlize Theron, Angelina Jolie, and Catherine Zeta-Jones raved about argan oil years ago, it immediately became a top trending beauty product worldwide. The demand was so massive that argan oil became a billion-dollar industry, and still rising. Turns out, there’s more to argan oil than cosmetic hype.
Argan oil is extracted from the seeds of argan tree, which can only be found in southwest Morocco. Traditionally, Moroccans use the oil – or “liquid gold” as it is sometimes called – as salad dressing and bread dip, as well as topical treatment for skin diseases.
This post is two weeks too late but — happy new year everyone! I caught the dreaded “superbug” on the first week of 2017, causing a lot of work to pile up. I’m not a very superstitious person but that doesn’t sound like a very promising start of the year. Having said that, I’ve had worse so no amount of misfortune can ever stop me from working on my goals.
For a few days, I thought the cold winter breeze had finally descended upon Florida and I wasn’t sure if I would be thrilled or not. My joints began to ache like I was 90 (haha) and laundry day became more frequent than ever (mind you, the temperatures here are not even remotely close to those up north). The only consolation is I finally get to layer without being judged. That’s a fair bargain, I guess. 😛
This has been the busiest December of my entire life. I have so many tasks to accomplish before Christmas eve and I’m not even halfway done. Life has been throwing me curve ball after curve ball lately and I haven’t even had the time to breathe and take it all in. So one day, when my hubby and I finally had an opportunity to relax, we decided to visit the John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art in Sarasota, Florida last Monday. I wasn’t interested at first because I thought the place looked like a circus (literally) since it was named after The Ringling Bros., who were owners of one of America’s largest circuses. I was wrong, of course.