Bought & Thought

So I bought this cleanser in the hope of finding something to replace my beloved (and discontinued) Lancome Baume Eclat. I've just finished an entire bottle of this, so think a review is long overdue.
It's Dior Instant Gentle Cleansing Oil £22.50 and was the first full-size Dior skincare item I've ever tried.  Underneath that fabulous lid (seriously how can a CD logo get me so excited?) is a pump applicator and I used two squirts each time.  It's a 200ml bottle, so it lasts a loooong time.  Back when I was wearing makeup, I did use this a few times, but mostly I've been using it morning and night on a bare face.  The liquid is really runny when you dispense it into your hand, but when you massage it into the face it seems to turn more oily, thicker, without being slippy, unmanageable or heavy (if that makes sense).  Lancome's one changed from a thick cream to milk to oil, so I had hoped this was a similar product.  You can use it on a dry or damp face and I tried it both ways, but definitely preferred it dry.  It feels lovely and didn't make my face tight (during or afterwards) and while the scent wasn't an instant favourite, I certainly didn't dislike it and over the months got very accustomed to it.  I then washed it off and applied my usual toner and moisturiser.  It did a good job removing makeup (just seemed to melt away no problem) and what initially drew me to it, was the fact it could be used on the eyes too (like my Baume Eclat).  However I wasn't a fan of using it that way.  My eyes stung a little and it felt too runny to apply properly, so instead I used a separate eye makeup remover.  It didn't cause breakouts and I am prone to that and often my face feels dry after cleansing, but it didn't with this. I'm not sure what else to say about it, it's a lovely cleanser and I'd most certainly consider buying it again and would recommend it, but I'm not raving about it, like I did with the Lancome one.   
Ok so the quote above was something someone actually said to me last week.  I've made no secret of being ill and how much worse I've been this past year, but at the same time I don't like to go on about it.  It's depressing and my blog is an escape from that and I suspect you too, visit blogs for a positive vibe and not a 'woe is me' thing.  I'm not willing to let it get me down either and I usually only mention it, when I'm trying to convey why blogging has taken a backseat.  I'm very much aware that although my life isn't good (by any standards), it could always be worse and I'd never want to tempt the hand of fate to show me that!  The only way I can describe my current state is I'm alive but not living.  For someone who appreciates how short life is, it's a horrid feeling when you can't do anything to change it.  I'm literally and metaphorically watching the world and life pass me by and obviously that's hard, it's time I'll never get back.  I went to my doctor last week (we nicknamed him Spiky because of his hair) and he was really understanding (and actually visibly upset), but he also knows there is no magic cure.  The physio had passed a note to him that there was no improvement since she'd started seeing me, so I suspect when I go tomorrow, she'll be saying I'm wasting her time (in the nicest possible way) and discharge me.  It's happened a lot over the years, either through me doing as well as I can and therefore continuing that path on my own or not improving and the other person giving up on me, because they've done all they can.  I can't tell you how nice it was to hear my doctor utter those words, that he won't leave me like this and he'll try anything to help me get back on track.  Just that basic understanding and knowing that someone wants to help, even if there isn't anything they can do (and no quick fix), it's hope and for now that's all I've got.

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