Autumn. The time of the year when leaves turn red and gold and the air gets just a little (or a lot bit) colder. You’ve officially turned in your flip-flops and sun screen and have traded them for chap-stick, suede ankle boots and long socks. As much as I totally adore this time of the year, my skin does not. This for me is the season of dry rough skin. This time last year I had just come back from a trip with my family to Barbados. My family is originally from there and we were celebrating my grandmother’s 80th birthday. The sun was hot, the breeze was warm and beachside was where I ate, napped and read. And my skin? My skin was thriving. I returned home and my warm sunny days were instantly replaced with grey days and wind gusts that made a 60 degree day feel like 40. I adjusted (eventually), but my skin did not. I looked dehydrated, my skin was ashy and flakey and my T-zone…a mess. I decided I …