It’s May 3rd and it’s 47 degrees outside in New York. My skin can’t take it anymore. Red, raw, and cracked from the New York winter, there is no sadder part of my epidermis than my hands. It doesn’t help that I might have a smidge of OCD (how many times can one wash their hands in a day?). Throw in some psoriasis, and it’s a reciBEE for hand hell. My hands are an accidental focal point on my Insta stories every time I go to cook, and a deep source of embarrassment for me.
I have tried everything. From coconut oil to ointments sold in hardware stores meant for construction workers, no product stone has gone unturned.
A few weeks ago after lunch with a girlfriend, she asked me if I would swing by the Chanel counter with her as she needed to pick up some makeup. While she shopped I couldn’t help but notice, and then touch Chanel’s sleek, white, futuristic container of hand cream. I wrestled over using the word “container” for this blog for way too long, but it’s not a container. It’s a vessel. It’s a flask. It’s a capsule. And it holds the cure to my ugly hand syndrome.
The sales associate saw me eyeing it and insisted it was hand changing. I told her that if she was the one responsible for me purchasing one more overpriced, heavily perfumed dead end of a product I would come back and beat her with a Chanel mascara wand. Stone faced and unsmiling, she looked me dead in the eyes, blinked and nodded.
Let me start by saying, I am a product packaging whore, and I am obsessed with this one. This palm sized egg-like vessel (wink wink) fits perfectly in my little hand. It now resides on the dining room table (aka Jule the Bee headquarters) next to Madden’s iPad (aka Jule the Bee’s computer…no, I’m really not kidding - I don’t own a laptop nor do I know how to use one #nana). I don’t know what the f*ck is in this, but my hands have never been happier.
The cream is like velvet. There is nothing oily, greasy, or thick about it. It is ladylike, luxurious, and brings me pleasure every time I go to use it. Did I mention I’m obsessed with the packaging?
There has not been an ounce of cracking, bleeding, or itchy dryness since I started using it a month ago.
And that saleswoman? I’ve decided to name her godmother of Madden and Dex.