Mission Skin Rehab: Ghost Protocol
After the abominable Clinique scrub ruined (ROO-EENED) my face, I promptly returned it from whence it came and hauled myself over to Lush. You know it’s an emergency situation if I’m willing to go to Georgetown. That place and the people in it are The WorstTM.
I walked in screaming Kenan FIX ITs at the salesperson, and left with the following:
Favorite scrub from which I will never stray again. Warning: very abrasive, not for sensitive skin, perfect for faces with pores the size of dinner plates (me). Smells like margarita.
Hippie version of the legendary Queen Helene mint mask, but with scrubby bits in it.
Light lotion to combat the healing breakout flakes.
I tried the mask and moisturizer last night, and I have to say my face looks considerably less angry already. Product loyalty in the making.


