Oh, it’s a black thing – hand creams
Thursday, December 10th, 2009
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.


There are a number of things that, when they hit the market, even beauty writers like myself roll their eyes and think, ‘oh great, yet another item to elongate the daily beauty routine.’ However, I have totally fallen in love with something that may be seen as an unnecessary addition to an already mammoth regime that involves an oil cleanser, toner, scrub, mask, moisturisers, night cream, eye gel, dark spot diminisher, etc, etc. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. That ‘something’ is facial mist. And yes, it is completely necessary.
What was the inspiration behind your collection?

Prestige Mascara - Okay I have used tons of mascaras – some that cost three times as much as this – and I have to say, this mascara has blown me away. It’s great! You get really thick, full lashes and it doesn’t smudge. Though I have no idea if it’s waterproof – I can’t swim so the water never got past my chest. For those who didn’t know, swimming and black hair are not really great buddies. £4.99, available at Boots stores nationwide.
Years ago if anyone had suggested that I should use an oil cleanser to get better skin, I probably would have slapped them. Like most black women I have quite oily skin, so why would I put more oil on skin that churns out more than the Middle East? Oil on skin to me meant a million spots and blemishes. Now I know better.
My first liaison with an oil cleanser was with
One of the biggest issues I have with Afro hairdressers is that they tend to be on the outskirts of central London and their time keeping… well let’s just say it’s legendary. Put it this way, clients have been known to leave the salon at 2 o’clock in the morning (I kid you not). So with that in mind, I am always on the hunt for hairdressers that deal with Afro hair, are relatively central AND are relatively good at telling the time.
What impressed me even further was the fact that they also do BRAIDS! YES! A braidist in central London! Wonders will never cease!
Candles for me are a thing of great beauty. I light them and they actually make me feel beautiful. Yes, really. In the words of that famous song by Charles and Eddie ‘Would I lie to you baby?’ Recently I’ve been having a lot of candle infused conversations. One French lady has an annual New Years Eve Party which involves every one of the 250 guests bringing at least one candle. They are all lit and everyone dances the night away to the scents of Jo Malone, Tocca,
So yes, for them candles are bad. But I bet if I send them some of my favourites, they’ll change their minds. I love 


