I’ve got a problem. I’ve found the perfect hand cream. I happened upon it almost five years ago on a grocery store shelf. Avg Grocery Store + Lotion = Perfection???? I know, right? How could I find such bliss at the grocery, when dept stores and cosmetic boutiques usually benefit from the whispered promises of a supple non-greasy ash-free existence? Luckily, I was embarrassingly dry and seconds from trying to lick it away.
Frequently overcome by product-induced disappointment, I couldn’t help but be surprised and giddy the first time I used it. It was substantial without feeling heavy. Lightly scented and left no residue. Quickly absorbed and lasted ages without reapplication. The back of my hand was as soft and dewy as my Gramma Dessie’s face.
It was so right. What could go wrong? That grocery store, the one with the perfect hand cream, is in Paris. And because it’s not high-end “let’s sell ne plus ultra luxury” French, but “let me pick up something quick in the store while I’m getting the yogurt” French, it’s hard to find/buy from here. I keep an almost-empty bottle of Mixa Crème Mains Protectrice on my vanity to remind me that perfection is possible.
So while I wait and beg for any easier way to get it, I’ll look for other options.
Nikki ♥
*Is anyone going to France anytime soon? Can you stop by the supermarchè? Merci!
