PART II

Right. I started on a new column a while ago. Help May and her skin get through summer. I had two weeks of filming for Holland’s Next Top Model ahead of me and was absolutely finished with the pitying faces of make-up artists when they saw my problem. That chin of mine cost me an extra ten minutes of time in make-up. So I decided to take action and went knocking on Jetske Ultee’s door. Ah this would be good.

She firstly recommended, in her gentle manner because it would all be ok she promised, to mix up some jojoba oil and tea tree oil. Then to gently massage this in at night after cleansing, to calm the inner madness down.

Next she asked me to place all my bathroom favourites in a cupboard behind lock and key. There is nothing better than my luxury beauty products, but sadly many contain perfume, and my skin needed to be treated with kid-gloves. Jetske sent me her Uncover-products. Paraben-free, perfume-free, everything that a person in my situation needed. Would Jetske be very mad if I told her that I still secretly used my favourite Sisley serum every evening? Luckily I was still permitted to use my make-up. #sighofrelief.

Then I was given a course of pills by Jetske. Like a course of antibiotics but only for the skin (yes!) and something that you cannot build up a resistance to. Bingo. Efracea. Remember this name.

“Let’s first get the whole lot to calm down and then I want to see you for a laser treatment,” said doctor Jetske. During the filming of Holland’s Next Top Model, I heard from numerous make-up artists how great my skin was. “You should have seen it a month ago”, I said and began singing Jetske’s praises.

As soon as I return from holiday, I’m calling Jetske. She says my skin is now ready for the revitalizing vitamin A acid. It has one side effect. You look younger.

I went foundationless through my entire vacation. My goal was actually reached after two weeks but the whole process is very more-ish and it’s also great fun hanging out with Jetske, so I’m continuing for a while. Destination look like you’re 36 when you’re really 41, is that something?