Sentences with phrase «skin at bath time»

Our Organic Baby Wash is the perfect treat for your baby's skin at bath time.

Not exact matches

You can apply at any time, I personally find it absorbs better after a hot shower or bath, and my skin is still a little damp.

At bath time I drop an oil heart into my bubble bath and my skin is soft all over without a greasy feeling and it will stay that way for the next 24 to 48 hours.

Your baby's delicate skin and hair will be taken care of during bath and it will leave baby smelling fresh and sweet while at the same time feeling soft.

It might feel good at the time, but showering or bathing in hot water is a bad idea because it can dry skin out.

At these times, I stick to aromatherapy and very diluted use of approved essential oils in skin care recipes and baths.

This mixture can actually be used on a multitude of skin issues — cuts, insect bites, burns, eczema, etc. you could do this at night to save your time or during the bath.

It's OK if Ajej only gets bathed a few times a year... most dogs don't need to be bathed at all, unless they have problem skin or roll in something other than milk chocolate.

By bathing your dog regularly during allergy season, you will be able to thoroughly clean your pooch and at the same time soothe their itchy skin.

It may seem a good idea to wash your Maltipoo dog often, but in the long run, the baths will remove the dog's natural body oils which are essential to its coat's health and at the same time the dog's skin will dry out.

Certain conditions may make weekly baths a wise choice, at least during times when the skin disorder is flaring up.

They are at times prone to skin allergies and frequent ear infections, so regular ear cleaning and bathing may be required.

Bath time is a great time to have a good look at the skin and coat.

The ASPCA recommends bathing your dog at least once every three months, but some may require more frequent baths if he or she spends a lot of time outdoors or has skin problems.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Take an oatmeal bath Oatmeal has been used to treat skin for a few thousand years; and even science says that it's effective for its moisturizing, cleansing, antioxidative, and anti-inflammatory properties, while at the same time offering minimal incidence of irritation.