Shwmae/hello, I am Natalie.
I grew up in a home where the bathroom shelves groaned with Avon Skin So Soft body oil, Diorella powder puff and of course Ponds cold cream. Nivea was thick, cold and came in a tin. It also seemed to survive for decades in my Grandmother’s medicine cabinet. Her house was a heady mix of these thick potions, calamine lotion and the faint hint of cigarettes (I know, terrible, but my Grandma made it look so glamorous).
My mother and grandmother were fans of skincare, but equally the sun (a fact my Grandma denied, but we used to catch her illicitly soaking up the rays in the garden in her bra). In the eighties, the advice was to wash your face with soap and water, and that factor 10 would probably suffice on a blazing hot day. I cringe.