I have been trying foundation brands since, oh, 1978. Back
when I had smooth, flawless skin that didn’t need covering AT ALL, but I wanted
to be all glam. The glam gal of Saginaw, Michigan. Whoo!
I am sad to say that I am 42 and I still break out, which is
insulting enough, but then on top of it, I am getting wrinkles, too. Okay,
thanks. Thanks for BOTH problems. I have a giant wrinkle between my eyebrows
that looks like I am a hawk. People keep coming up to me wearing those really
thick rubber gloves on one hand, in case I decide to land on their wrist.
In a nutshell, I am not so happy with the look of my skin.
And have I mentioned the Milky Way Galaxy called, and it can see my pores from
over there? Men keep arriving on my face early Saturday mornings, trying to tee
off. I got me some large pores, friends.
This is why I’m glad that I discovered two products by
Smashbox. Smashbox has its own website, I just learned while trying to find out
how much these products cost so I could tell you because I am nice that way.
They also sell their wares at Nordstrom, and also on one of those shopping
networks, which they should just rename “Aunt Mary’s Station.”
Every time my Aunt Mary sends me ANYTHING — Christmas
gifts, cookies she baked, the head of an Englishman — it comes to me in a QVC
box. I do not even know what QVC stands for. For my Aunt Mary, it stands for
Quite Vigorously Charging.
ANYway, the first product Smashbox sells is Photo Finish
Foundation Primer ($36). I know that foundation primer sounds like a bunch of
hooey. Primer. What am I, a car? But I am not even making this up. It makes my
skin feel SO SMOOTH and it doesn’t feel oily at all. Plus, it makes the
foundation work so much better. Hence the term “primer,” I guess.
You cannot have the primer without the Conversion Cream to
Powder Foundation ($32). I have tried to use each individually, and it just
isn’t the same.
Once I got these products (I also bought the foundation
brush they sell, and I’m glad I did. I do not know if I’d get the same results
with the little foamy pad in that compact), for the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE (and
yes I DID need to shout), I got compliments on my skin.
It was not my skin, folks. It was my Smashbox.