What’ll I daub?
In the midst of winter, I find myself repeatedly having to administer various concoctions to my skin in order to keep from chapping, cracking, flaking, peeling, parching, dessicating, and generally dehydrating into nothingness. My desk at work is fully loaded with hand cream, skin cream, facial moisturizer, lip balm, cuticle cream, pure shea butter, and a few tins of solid perfume for good measure.
Make a phone call, daub, dash off an email, daub, set up a spreadsheet, daub. Often, I’m not even consciously thinking about moisturizing, but I’m still fiddling with the various little containers sitting within arm’s reach.
There seems to be only a faint correlation between a product’s price and its overall efficacy. The $3 drugstore lip balm loaded with plenty of plant extracts manages to smell, look, and feel great; the fancy $15 organic lip treatment, not so much. Which is just as well, given that “savings” is the big thing on everyone’s lips these days.
Type up a blog entry, daub. Save a few pennies, daub.
