Author: Rusty
This week winter bitch-slapped the mid to north East Coast and, amid my threats to sell a kidney to move back to Miami (if you have any info on that, by the way, I would not be disinterested in it), I noticed that winter air had invaded with a vengeance. The kind of air that makes your hair stand on end from static and charges all your doorknobs and also reduces your skin to a dry crackly, sore mess. I am extremely susceptible to this kind of air. And as it has its weapons, I have an arsenal of my own.
One of the weapons in my arsenal is
Palmer’s Cocoa Butter cream. Long a standby for pregnant women interested in avoiding stretch marks, the cream is also fantastic for winter battered hands that are starting to crack around the edges. It also kind of smells like chocolate, but that’s nothing but good news as far as I’m concerned.