I waited and watched. Watched and waited. The price slipped from about $250, edging closer to $200. I allowed the sales women at Macy’s to show me how smooth their skin was, allowing them to scrub the back of my hand while they purred over the benefits of buying a $250 scrub brush. I checked the reviews online, and pored over the questions. Was there someone my age that still dealt with pimples due to a youthful but oily visage? Continue reading How I Learned to Trust Again with My Clarisonic