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Obviously I stopped to put on some lipstick, but I don't remember using the door; I think I may have left an Arika-shaped hole in the wall in my haste. I knew this package contained nothing I hadn't really seen before, just a bunch of unassuming-looking bottles and jars, but I also knew what I always know with absolute certainty when these boxes are delivered: There is magic inside.
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For those afflicted, the sound of that vacuum when you open a new jar of moisturizer can elicit sighs of pleasure. My mouth actually waters when I read of the miraculous transformation that will occur when the contents of the jar are massaged into my face or body. Now, I'm not delusional about this stuff. Judging from my experience working with acres and acres of human epidermis, I maintain that at least fifty percent of what your skin ends up looking like is due to genetics, most of the rest is sun exposure (or lack thereof), and there is little scientific evidence to support the idea that it is necessary to spend boatloads of cash to care for your complexion. But I have been a lifelong, willing participant in a love affair with this possibility, the chance that this one might really be magic.
"Hello, Lover," I heard myself whisper as I pulled the chunky, translucent jar of Trish McEvoy Beauty Booster Anti-Fatigue Enriched Cream Primer and Mask out of its crisp, glossy white box. Several weeks later, I am pleased to report that there is evidently magic in here.
It's this amazing cream that can be used as a mask, primer before foundation, or on its own for a really natural, poreless finish. It makes my wrinkles disappear, feels light and fresh and hydrating without being the least bit greasy. My friend Renee, a fantastically gifted makeup artist, t-shirt designer and owner of the most perfect skin ever, turned me on to this stuff. I've found that my clients, from the Saharan to the slick adore the way it works with their skin, which is really saying something; few moisturizers appeal so universally.
I'm so glad we found each other, I want to shout it from the rooftops. "I can't believe you're mine," I murmured to my little miracle this morning. Perhaps I should get out more...


