Skin Food

Image: my own

I've been suffering from this noisy, dramatic cough and general lurgy which seems to have afflicted the whole of the UK. I've got friends who haven't shaken their cough off after weeks and even months. There's no beating around the bush, I've looked rough for the last few days. My boyfriend confirmed that I looked a long way from desirable, which I couldn't dispute since all I could manage was the most basic of cleansing and moisturing routines before falling back into bed with the most stunning performance of poorliness that you've ever seen. Somewhere between the last stages of consumption and a death scene from the horror genre. But I mustn't brag. I've been slapping Weleda's Skin Food onto my skin like there's no tomorrow in the hope of revival. 

Ill health blesses us with the ability to see every imperfection, line and flaky bit on one's visage. Hands look dry and dehydrated, face looks like it's never been acquainted with a decent serum in its life and even hair plays up. Skin Food is known as nature's answer to 8 hour cream and is a poorly kept secret in fashion circles. It's the certified natural answer to poorly post-cold noses, elbows, lips, cracked heels (why can't we have heels like babies' for life? So unfair) and anywhere needing to be saved and nourished. This is one to reach for after a bender...it's always nice to put products to work whilst we get our 40 winks. 

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