Today I'm doing absolutely nothing, resting comfortably if you will. No, I feel fine. Thank you for your concern.
The reason I'm not, actually can't, do anything is because of the gloves pictured here. You can see why it's impossible to type in them slkfdjiktrhoijkag, for example. I can't even turn a page on my book or the hundreds of fashion and beauty magazines beckoning to me -- there's no grip with the fingers and the pages stick to my tongue.
As you know if you've been with me for a while, it makes me twitchy not to have products and accessories capable of multi-tasking. By pure happenstance I discovered these gloves do indeed have a dual use. I can take the tops off hot pots and pans without burning my hands and thus save precious minutes searching for my oven mitts (or whatever they're called).
You may think at first glance these are exfoliating gloves. They are not. The exterior is like a sheared toweling, soft to the touch, but basically useless except for above mentioned hot lids.
These are the matching -- and this is ooooh so important, accessory-wise -- gloves that perfectly accent my little booties mentioned in November 24th post. Even if you will only be seen by a domestic animal (and I realize this could include a husband or a boyfriend) while executing your beauty ablutions, remember: a girl should always coordinate her accessories even if she's still wearing her pajamas.
Back to the gloves: They too are lined with that weird, cold, solid gelatinous material which doesn't feel icky to the touch, but by some miracle of modern chemistry leaves hands, silky soft.
Like the sockettes they can be used 50 times. And both the footsies and the gants come in little plastic zip bags so you can pop them in your carry-on. Honestly, why leave home without them? They pass, no-questions-asked, through security and you can spend useless plane time sloughing off dead skin.
As I sit here contemplating re-installing my hands into my "Gants Spa", i.e. Spa Gloves (from Sephora), I was struck by one of those brilliant beauty moments I'm wont to have. They could be my one and only pair of winter gloves this year. Think about it: warm, colorful -- not the season's hottest fashion color, but so what (?!) -- and built in moisturizer. This afternoon I'll see if they have a good grip on a steering wheel. It would be tricky explaining to a gendarme I lost control of my car because I was deep moisturizing.