Colorado skincare

Colorado Skincare Products


I am known in our set as a go-to resource for skincare advice. Not that I know that much, but I obsess that much.

It's a calling, really: From the time I was two years old and ransacking Mom's lotions, bath salts and perfumes to make pink fairies or slathering Noxema on my face, believing it held magic properties to, I don't know, make me look like Mary Poppins?

Having acneic skin as a teenager only fueled it--Ten-O-Six (that smell!), Clearasil, Sea Breeze and enough tetracycline to nuke the microbiome of a small city. None, of which, were terribly effective.

What worked were natural--and expensive--products. So, back in the day, when I could hardly put tires on my car, I was shelling out for French skincare. Priorities, right?

The obsession persists. As Mr. Nake-id says, "If you took as good of care of your checkbook as you did your skin..."

Your point being?

Anyhoo, it's come to my attention that Colorado has become something of an natural skincare mecca. There are some big players, Pangea Organics (Boulder), MyChelle Dermaceuticals in Louisville and Lily Organic Skincare (she's rebranded recently!) in Brighton. As well as a smattering of spa lines, including Sanitas and GloProfessional (I've had the pleasure to try some of the products in Glo's CytoLuxe range and have found them to be very high quality but very highly fragranced).

More interesting, perhaps, are the tiny players that are making waves in both the blogosphere and traditional press. The Denver-based R.L. Linden & Company has become a darling of beauty writers. Susannah from No More Dirty Looks gushed about the company's Thousand Petal Beautifying Mist to the point that I was forced to purchase the Sample Pack. They're hometown girls, how could I not?

More surfing revealed Osmia Organics, founded by an ER doc in Carbondale who went all mid-life crisis after learning to make soap. She has parlayed her passion into a line that gets raves for helping folks manage perioral dermatitis. I've been eyeing the Facial Restoration Serum.

OM Pur was a vacation discovery. Located in Ridgway, the company offers incredibly affordable goodies that are wildcrafted and organic. Have been dying to try the Honey-Cacao Moisturizing Mask for years!

All this new and veteran entrepreneurialism has me vibrating. That the Centennial state is getting some exposure for being on the leading edge of the natural beauty market adds to Colorado's image as a hip and healthy place, sweet potato fries be damned.

So go play. And, if you're a Colorado girl, no guilt. You're buying local!

Weapons in the battle against aging

You think I'm kidding.

Let it not be said that Ms. Nake-id is going gently into cronehood.

A lifelong skincare junkie, I've always held this conviction: Topicals-yes; knives and injectables-no. In other words, I draw the line at surgery and fillers, and overall take a minimalist approach: Washing my face at night followed by 302 topicals, organic argan oil for moisture, sunscreen during the day, eye cream and, these days, organic macadamia nut oil for the bod.

Lately, though, I've been intrigued with micro needling aka dermarolling. The technique involves rolling a small device equipped with surgical-grade needles over the face (the rollers look like small versions of those yard weasels sold on late-night TV); the idea being that puncturing the skin boosts collagen production and helps with product penetration.

I had always been put off by the size of the needles, 1.5 mm-2 mm-long in some cases. (To give you a sense of scale, 2 mm is the same diameter as a size 0 US knitting needle.) These longer rollers not only draw blood, they also (depending on your pain threshold) require topical anasthetics. Seriously. But users rave.

After promising a colleague I would attend her Rodan & Fields event (Rodan & Fields is like Mary Kay but with derms and none of the pink), I bought the company's flagship product, which comes all of a piece with a comparatively benign .2 mm roller, serum and sterilizing system. "Like the kisses of a thousand cats," my friend told me.

Well, no. More like the sting of a thousand bees. But no blood and no fainting, only some itching and the appearance of a nasty white head this morning.

Will keep you posted.