Hero beauty product - No 7 Beautiful Skin Dry Skin rescuer

It's been bitterly cold here, in London recently (and it seems throughout most of Europe).  


I have very dry, sensitive skin and I do suffer dreadfully during winter. The cold outdoors makes my skin red & sensitive and the central heating indoors dehydrates so I'm always on the look out for products to help me cope with all these varying conditions.


Boots No 7 Dry Skin Rescuer is one of those products. I'm not going to beat about the bush here - it's brilliant.  It's instantly hydrating.  You know the feeling when you're really thirsty and you have a drink of water?  How amazing it feels?  That's a little like what it feels when you apply Skin Rescuer.  Instantly soothed and hydrated.  It also acts as a barrier cream because it takes a lot longer for my skin to dehydrate after I've used it. 

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I always carry a tube of this in my bag now and apply it throughout the day.  It's an absolute life saver especially if I'm shopping and constantly going from cold outdoors into heated stores.  Obviously I can't use it like that when I'm wearing make up but applying it before I put on make up also works well.

I can't recommend it enough.  You can buy it in the UK here.  It doesn't seem to be available on the US Boots site.

and another birthday...

And so the years pass...  Yesterday I turned...  um...  46!  Even I can't kid myself any longer that I'm young.

This was really brought home to me a few months ago when I was waiting for a bus.  I arrived at the bus stop a couple of minutes early and there were already two young girls there.  When the bus arrived, I was quite happy for them to get on first - after all they'd been at the bus stop before me - but they stood aside to let me, the older lady, on first!!  Naturally I smiled and thanked them but inside I was screaming, 'No, no, no!  Why are you letting me on first?  It's not as if I'm old or anything.'

But I am.  I'm now 46.

On the bright side, I had a great day.  I had lots of cards, texts and presents from friends & family all over the world.  We went for a walk in the park, which was lovely, then my boyfriend took me to see The Artist which was one of the best films I've seen in ages, (I'll be posting about that later).

But the best thing about 46 is that being 18 is far behind me.  I hated being 18.  All that angst is so tiring.