Field Trip: Caudalie Spa at the Plaza

I trust we all had a wonderful holiday? And that our assorted tot-lets turned cartwheels over their prezzies? The Wee Lass certainly did, especially over her pretty new Schwinn Dee-Lite, as well as her bespectacled Molly McIntire doll and the mega Palomino to go along with it. And how’s this for perfect? Last Thursday, the…

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Beauty Armoire Monday: Care package for Julia

Tomorrow I’m having lunch with my new writer pal Julia Somewhere In Transition Barclay. (Someday I’ll stop referring to her as Julia Somewhere In Transition Barclay, but for now, she’s Julia Somewhere In Transition Barclay.) And I intend to bring her a goodie bag stuffed with beautifiers. Not that she needs them; this isn’t an…

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I gleaned fresh intel at FITiST’s FIT MOM event

Before anyone gets their knickers in a twist and starts going all Occupy Wall Street on me, let me just state upfront that this blog post is mostly aimed at preggos and new moms who have a bit of disposable income at their….disposal. Maybe not Petra Ecclestone-level dough, but definitely a bit of pocket change….

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Beauty Armoire Monday: Peel pad polygamy

I think it’s pretty safe to say that I have a deep and abiding obsession with chemical peel pads. I once pitched a two-page magazine story about the wonders of the little white exfoliating discs, and I had absolutely zero trouble finding enough things to say about how ground-breaking and life-changing I find them to…

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Eavesdropping on Gwyneth + Dr. Brandt

On Friday afternoon, as I was making my way back home to Momover Central from a schmancy beauty luncheon at the Waldorf, an email query popped up on my iPhone: Would I like to be granted media access to listen to Dr. Brandt’s radio show on Saturday? Gwyneth Paltrow would be his special guest. Hells…

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Beauty Armoire Monday: All hail Refissa

There comes a time in every woman’s life when she needs to push aside her pricey OTC miracle cremes and clear some shelf space for the guns-blazing prescription stuff. For me, that time came this summer. Actually, my moment of truth arrived a lot earlier than that, but I managed to bury my head in…

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I’m with Marina Rust on this fighting-gravity stuff

I don’t mean to beat a dead horse (Worst. Expression. Ever.), but I’m still not completely over my near-needle experience at Dr. Brandt’s last week. Of course it didn’t help that when I went to see my beloved colorist, Anthony Gianzero, he seriously questioned the wisdom of my bail-out. His stance, basically, was: “Oh babe,…

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Shocker: I totally chickened-out on the face reno

Well, well, well. The plot thickens. After months of anticipating my big needle-fest with Dr. Brandt – Botox, Restylane, the whole nine yards – I wimped-out in the reception area of his New York office. He was super behind schedule (at least an hour and a half), and as I sat there, it gave me…

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