The BEST Way to Save Your Summer Skin


Happy Tuesday, ya’ll!

So, summer’s here. I got a real good taste of it this past weekend. I took my little family of three to Busch Gardens for the day and sweated my booty off. I realized instantly that I FORGOT my SunLogics Refreshing Towelettes and regretted all other decisions I had made that morning, because somehow one of them distracted me enough to make me forget my precious wipes. They were my lifeline last year. And last year, I was still living in hot, sweaty Florida where a good parking spot doesn’t have to do with how close you are to your destination…its all about the shade, baby.

After we got home from our smoldering afternoon of adventure, all I wanted was a shower. Bath for the baby, and when he was done, it was time for this momma to wash the summer stench away. I realized when prepping for my shower that the most amazing thing I could do for my skin was to scrub off the sunscreen, foundation, and left over salt from my dried up sweat.


My skin has always felt and looked a thousand times better after using the Microderm Appeal and Professional Skin Care Tool. But yesterday? Using the product after a day out in the sun? IT WAS MAGNIFICENT.

The Microderm Appeal for Face is normally $62. The tool? $25. Both are totally worth it and last a long time. Want a better deal? The products in the Regeneration Smooth Starter Kit (only $60) total a retail value of $192, plus the BeautiBook and the pretty champagne bag to put it all in. AND after you attend the BeautiYou educational class, you get the Microderm Appeal and Professional Skin Care Tool for FREE!!!

So, for the price of the Appeal product alone, you can get it PLUS:
Professional Skin Care Tool
Regeneration Smooth Products:
Cleansing Lotion
Refining Toner
Wrinkle Control Day Crème SPF 15
Line Minimizing Eye Crème
Line Minimizing Night Crème
Champagne Bag
$5 donation to the W.H.O. Foundation in your name

This deal lasts until June 30th! Let me know if it strikes your fancy. Oh, and grab a pack of those Towelettes. If you’re like me, then you know that the boob sweat struggle is real. That packet of wipes is your best defense. You’ll thank me later. #SaveYourSummerSkin



How Fear of Success Almost Stopped Me Cold

My business, The Right Style, is where I store my confidence. Let’s get real honest here: I became a skin care and image consultant because my mother was. She is an Executive Director with Beauticontrol, and she gave me the “gift” of my own business for my 18th birthday. Frankly, it was a gift I didn’t want.


I saw her business and her success and KNEW that I could never do that. So, for years, I ignored it. I use the products and have pretty great skin as a result, but when people asked me the inevitable question, “What do you use?” I would tell them Beauticontrol and REFER THEM TO MY MOTHER.

I was sabotaging my chances to consider even being a success because I crossed the possibility off the list.  I was terrified that if I actually opened my mouth and told people what I did they would throw eggs at me and push me off a street corner. I was living in a state of constant fear of success.

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February BeautiControl Product Haul!

Product Haul Beauticontrol

Man, oh man! Days like today remind me why I got into the beauty biz. It’s freezing out, the world has been drowned in snow and my poor defenseless skin needs some TLC. I took a bath and soaked in some of BeautiControl’s Detox Bath Soak and then after shoveling snow for LITERALLY two hours– seriously. TWO HOURS.– Mama needs a hand treatment. I love being a BeautiControl consultant and getting amazing products delivered to my door and at a discount. Having my favorite stuff on hand is of the utmost importance to me and that’s when I say, “Damn, I’m glad I’m in the beauty business!”

I got a particularly epic product haul this week. I’m talking I placed an order for a little over 150 dollars retail–8 products–and I got 7 products F.R.E.E. Yes, girl!

I got a "Haul" lotta love. Get it? Get it?!

I got a “Haul” lotta love. Get it? Get it?!

Oooooooh. Preeettttty.

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Travel Tips: Get Your Beauty TSA Approved!

It’s news to no one that the holiday season is hella stressful. Don’t get me wrong– there is boundless fun to be had. I’m stacking party invites to the ceiling and I can hardly think of a better time of year to scoop up free fizzy drinks, tiny food and chortle merrily whilst wearing casual sequins and antlers.

But the constant partying and gift buying and endless loops of the same ten songs can get you down after awhile. But nothing, and I mean nothing, gets people down more than holiday travel. It can seem as if the whole world is going exactly where you are at exactly that same moment. Long lines at the airport and the stop-and-frisk tactics of the TSA have you irritated before you even get inside the dry, recycled air palace that is an airplane. Dehydrated and puffy, you stumble off of the plane, greet your relatives and immediately seek to wrap your taste buds in the creamy comfort of a spiked eggnog. Shoot. You deserve it, girl!

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Facing Freedom

I have always, for as long as I can remember, been bothered by my face. When I was young, elementary school-aged, my chin was the problem. It was little and pointy and I always felt that it looked like an afterthought, like I had been rolling around in the womb and going through the pre-birth checklist, “Head: lips, eyes, ears, nose….oh wait…CHIN!” and then it appeared, popped on at the very last minute.

I became aware of the crookedness of my teeth since age nine and soon after, stopped smiling with my mouth open until I got the ultimate suburban accessory– braces. Years later, my teeth came back to haunt me in the form of a Virginia Museum of Fine Arts Fall 1996 brochure. I remember my classmates coming screaming into the cafeteria, waving orange and purple letter-sized pamphlets. “Kerri!! Kerrrrrriiiiiiii! Is this youuuuuuuuu?!!!” And it was. On the cover, I’m talking the entire cover, was 8 year old me, teeth-besnaggled and on full display. At the sensitive age of 11, this was the ultimate humiliation.

I grew into my face and my teeth, assisted by nearly 5 years of braces, straightened themselves out. I battled acne all through my teenage years and ran a constant battle with the blemishes and hyper-pigmentation that that acne left behind. I, fortunately, had great skincare and boy, did I have makeup. Makeup helped me to FINALLY feel pretty. I was never one to glop it on but it did have a certain placebo effect for me. I had a good face underneath it all but with my magical makeup, I could banish the dark circles that had always plagued me, I could give myself some eyebrows (any shape I wanted!) and I could make people believe that I was beautiful.

But recently, I spent some time with a friend who has known and seen me in nearly every state imaginable, from pukey ill to black-tie ready. I hadn’t put my makeup on yet and he said unprompted, “You know, you’re not really one of those girls who needs makeup. I don’t mind it, but you look pretty good already.”

That struck me. So last week, I went to work without makeup. Intentionally. I was fully dressed and about to do my face and then, I stopped. I looked at myself in the mirror. Really looked. My skin was soft and smooth. I’d started using BeautiControl’s new Instant Radiance Beauty Balm (full review forthcoming) so my skin was actually kind of glowing. I was there and that was me and I was happy and healthy. I looked at myself in the mirror and I finally felt alright.

Kerri, 4 years old.

Four year old me, the thumb sucking Olympian.

Kerri, The Clents and Kendra

My godfather, Clenton, having a DC day with, from left, 10 year old me, my godbrother “Little” Clent, and my sister Kendra.

No makeup.

Me at 29. No makeup, no filter, no editing and apparently, no earrings.