Ireland: beauty mysteries

My skin never feels better than when I'm in Ireland. It's soft, never dry. It feels like silk, looks totally even. I don't even mind the little freckles that come out only when I'm here. It fairly glows.

See? Creamy where it should be, rosy elsewhere.

My hair, on the other hand, is an entirely different story.

I hear that the Irish "wind fairies" are attracted to certain types of hair, get twisted in and build nests. It's going to be a while before I get them all out, I do believe...