Can’t Blame Jet Lag: Darphin 8 Flower Nectar Oil Cream

I know, I’ve written about this already, but I gotta say: this is some seriously magical stuff.

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Since I haven’t written in a while, and because I wanted to blame travel/time changes/the weather, it’s a bit rich to be talking about something I’ve already mentioned — but not as rich as this little tub of gorgeousness LOLLLLL.

My flight back from The Christmas (remember The Christmas?!) was delayed by seven hours. Having been good and paid attention to the repeated warnings from United about what time to pitch up, I had basically been in Newark Airport for ten hours. Nightmare! All the plans I had to beat my jet lag went out the window, and when we landed at 11.45 am and I didn’t get in my door until 1.30pm, I thought to myself, ‘I am completely screwed.’

I decided that I was going to have to stay up forever and hope for the best. My frigid little flat was so cold that it was all I could to stay out of bed and not avail of the electric underblanket. I didn’t last long, and cuddled up with my laptop and tried not to drowse. I made it to about 8pm and gave up. I reckoned that I would never sleep through ’til the next day and that I would have the lag forever and ever.

Right before I succumbed to that horrible, buzzy, cold, dizzy feeling, I lashed on Darphin’s 8 Flower Nectar Oil Cream, and hoped for the best.

That’s all I knew ’til Tuesday. I may have woken up at one stage, but not enough to wake all the way… and that was it. Made it through the entire day, and then the next I had horses and sweat out any lingering lagginess and… yeah: that’s all she wrote.

Look, I know, it ain’t cheap — it’s €91.65/$150/£95 — but if you want luminous skin and a good rest {and I reckon the skin is luminous thanks to the good rest} this has never let me down. And I’d put this up against any jet lag cure I’ve ever tried. Can’t wait to fly long-haul somewhere else just to reinforce my theory…

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The Lag of the Jet

Not so bad! Although my skin feels like I would just like to scrape off the top layer. Travel makes me feel so grotty.

I started writing a whole long thing, and it sounded fairly psycho, so: maybe the jet lag is actually standard order, and I should just step away from the keyboard.

Yeah, definitely: I have already forgotten why my sister and I were talking about feet, and the conversation took place only an hour ago.

I was trying to remember the name of this, and I kept thinking ’emoji’. Which, in fairness, is not that hard to see. The Emjoi part of the MICRO Pedi is right there, waiting be confused with the little iPhone icon yokes out of Japan. It is really good, and I have to say that all that skin I scraped off, it’s pretty much stayed off? Which seems impossible? It may also be that I’m not wearing shoes that are not hard on my feet, which = not a’tall sexy, but what is less sexy than lizard feet?

‘Kay, think I may go take a nap.

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