A couple of weeks ago, I went on a short family vacation to Whistler in Canada. I took a late flight from JFK on Friday night, after shooting a beautiful plus-size gown story in a suite at The Carlyle Hotel here in NYC. (It will be in the July/August 08 issue so be sure to keep a lookout for it!)
Anyway, as a friend was picking me up from the airport at the unseemly hour of two in the morning, I decided not to check luggage and opted instead to only pack FDA-approved, travel-sized toiletries so I could speed through customs and—potentially—not have to deal with lost bags. My friend and his girlfriend graciously drove me up to Whistler the next day. That 2-ish hour drive up from Vancouver might just have been the most spectacularly scenic stretch of road I have ever been on. (Of course, the John Denver tunes that we were cranking—and singing along to—certainly added to the ambience.) Anyway, I digress. My whole point for mentioning this was to let you know I was in a very cold climate. A very cold climate with slightly less than three fluid ounces of body lotion. Argh, dry skin drives me crazy!!
Perhaps I’ve become a little too like my dad, but with only four days up there I didn’t want to buy a whole bottle only to have to bin it before I got back on the plane to come home. So I decided to wait it out. By the time I got home I felt like the only thing that could save my ravaged skin would be to immerse myself fully in a bath full of lotion. (Kind of a-la Cleopatra, who was famous for bathing in milk.) Not having such a tub ready and waiting, I reached for my dry-skin-fighting weapon of choice, Vaseline’s Intensive Rescue Moisture Locking Lotion. Ahhhh, relief. (It claims to instantly triple the moisture levels in your skin and lock it in for 24 hours, which sounded like just what the doctor ordered.) I’m not sure if my skin has forgiven me quite yet, but I think we are back on speaking terms at least.
Posted by Alison at 5:24 p.m.