Firstly can we just address that the top image is probably the most terrifying you’ve ever seen on a beauty blog? Yep, yep I agree too. I scared myself. And secondly I have a confession to make. Despite being the skincare addict that I am, I have never once indulged in a sheet mask. The whole slap on, wait and wash-off formula is a weekly occurrence in my bathroom but the pre-soaked sheets that you manoeuvre onto your face for a big ol’ dose of skin slurping goodness, nope, never been there. So when the Astalift Intense Replumping Moisture Mask* hit my desk I’d thought I’d venture into a whole new form of face masks. And let’s just say things got a little soggy… and scary…
A little sheet mask history first to wet (sorry) your appetite. These face shaped formula-infused cloths complete with all the relevant holes have been all the rage in Asia for a long while. Formulated to treat a long-list of concerns, sheet masks supposedly trap in the ingredients, forcing them to absorb and seal in the moisture. Interesting little theory, huh? The sheet mask I trialled was tailored from two pieces; a chin section sporting a rather small mouth hole and an eye and forehead sheet complete with its own fetching nose flap. I ripped open the packets and applied. On first impressions these were very wet. Super wet. Like runs into your mouth when you lay down wet. But I persisted and laughed away as they boy, looking more horrified than ever, snapped away. Cheers babe.
The debacle was made that little more humorous by my Dad interrupting the 10 minute leave on sesh with a FaceTime call. ‘You look like Hannibal Lecter’ was the general response, followed by yelling for my Mum to come to the iPad to witness my soggy state. Once I was left back in peace, I peeled off the mask, towelled off some of the excess and massaged in the rest of the remaining serum before calling it a night. For all the hilarity that ensued the results the next morning were a bit of a let-down; my skin felt tacky, congested and was crying out for a clarifying mask clear-up, or was that just me? Perhaps I haven’t found the right sheet yet, but right now I’m back to happily slathering on my more traditional face mask favourites.
So there you have a diary of my very short dalliance with sheet masks. A hilarious episode nonetheless but just a little too moist and messy for my tastes – I’ll be sticking to my clay-based ‘laugh and you crack ’em‘ bad-boys from now on. However if you’re on the market for something that will scare the absolute bejesus out of your parents via FaceTime I can recommend nothing more highly.