Oh, it’s a black thing – hand creams
You will never find a black girl without some kind of hand moisturiser in her bag. (If you do come across one, well then she’s an anomaly.) If her hand cream runs out, trust me, it’s a mini disaster. As this time of year, it is even more essential that hand cream is a permanent fixture in my handbag. As one constantly on the lookout for products that work (old, new, cheap, or pricey -if it work’s, I’m loving it), I’ve been trying out tons of creams to stop my hands from looking like Keith Richards’ face. My favourites at the moment are as follows:
AESOP Resurrection Aromatic Hand Balm. Not too sticky, smells amazing with Mandarin, Rosemary leaf, Lavender, Cedarwood and Orange extract. And the packaging is so cool.
Floris Hand Treatment Cream. It is infused with so many bits like Babassu, Vitamin E and Aloe Vera that it cannot be anything but good.
Jo Malone Vitamin E Nourishing Hand Treatment. Super great to put on before bedtime. (What is it about night time that wants to suck every bit of moisture from you!?).
Crabtree and Evelyn Hand Therapy. An old favourite. I am such a sucker for the nostalgic, but not too twee, packaging. The Rosewater is divine, but there are tons of other fragrances to choose from – okay perhaps not tons, maybe four or something.
Last but not least, God bless L’Occitane. Their products always have Shea Butter in them, which I love anyway, but I have a soft spot for them for a completely different reason. When I popped into the New York store a few years back, I was recovering from a nasty car accident and still had some dressing down my neck and across my chest. The wonderful store manager came to speak and sympathise with my plight , and by the end of it she was like my new best friend. We hugged, she gave me millions of samples and I have loved L’Occitane ever since. Nice story, huh? And it’s all true.
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