Antipodean Desire

No, it's not the title of my soon-to-be-published Harlequin Romance novel about the unlikely love affair between a lonely New Zealand bungee jumper and a beautiful American goat herder passing through Christchurch for an artisan cheesemaker's seminar.

Here's the whole truth and nothing but: I have gotten hot and heavy with Jurlique, a ridiculously expensive biodynamic Australian skincare line. We started flirting when, as an extension of my eco-nerd obsession, I decided to give up the ridiculously expensive caustic chemical/petroleum-based skincare I was using previously. It's gotten serious way faster than I expected. Like, 5-oz purchase serious.

Of course, it's a bit like buying organic Chilean blueberries in February. Which is to say that my luscious, creamy, heaven-scented biodynamic tinctures aren't cutting any carbon. The boys at Wired would give it two thumbs way down.

But I think I've found a quasi-solution much closer to home.

I've been to the library, consulted with my dermatologist and the skintastic Sue Upton, and I believe I've narrowed in on the most promising almond scrub, rose water toner and clay mask recipes in history.

So in homage to those convivial Jafra pyramid scheme parties I witnessed as a child, I'm inviting you over to rub stuff all over your face, imbibe wine spritzers and kvetch about men. I will provide all ingredients, as organic and local as I can get them.

All you have to do is:
a) post a comment saying you want to attend
b) be prepared to be seen without makeup by the entire Internet
and
c) show up on the appointed day, which will likely be a weeknight next week.

Who's with me?