Last week I was on my weekly trip to Target, which usually means I go in with a few things on my "list" and then walk out with four bags and a $150 receipt.
I can't quite pin down exactly what it is -- the fluorescent lights, the bullseye logo, the adorable pumpkin placemats and matching plastic tumblers OMFGIHAVETOHAVETHEM -- but I don't think it's humanly possible for me to leave Target only purchasing exactly what's on my list.
This time I was just about to checkout with my armful of stuff (which consequently is a technique I've tried that involves not taking a cart or basket so you will only leave with what you can carry which turns out is still four bags full) when I mistakenly took my walk of shame past the beauty section.
And there it was. A microdermabrasion system.
"Julie has one of those. And she loves it. But I think hers is a Clairsonic. Hey, I know Neutrogena. They're good. And only $19.99. Ooooh a $3 off peelie!" and just like that, it ended up in my arms.
I excitedly rushed home to electronically scrub the dead skin off my face, loaded up the batteries (included FTW!), and started rolling it on my face.
And then, as my face foamed and got a little red and sort of stung but felt $16.99 younger by golly, I realized something.
I turned it off.
I took off the cap with the attached pad.
I turned it on medium. Then high. Then medium again.
I put my finger on the flat, plastic surface.
Well, let's just say now I know why everyone swears by them. Because last time I checked, a good face scrub doesn't give you that youthful glow.