I was talking with my sister yesterday. She was telling me about what turned out to be a disappointing day. Of course I was upset for her and then she went and did something that it seems my sisters have a talent for. She cracked me up.
She told me that she purchased a bottle of body cream. The bottle said ‘firming’. She said she put it on her body and then she stood in front of the mirror and..nothing.
Oy what a visual! The determination, the hope and then the let down (no pun intended).
Whatever happened to truth in advertising? If you can’t do it, don’t put it on your label. Which brings anti-frizz hair products to my mind. Who are you kidding? Not this head. Wrinkle creams, anyone?
Reduced fat ice cream? I ate a whole carton and my fat was not reduced, not even a little bit! Just joking about that one, I knew it wouldn’t work the whole time.
So ladies, what say we throw away the creams, gels, mousses, hair dyes and what have you? Burn our bras and dance around like it’s 1964! I looked so good in 1964. My skin glowed with the bloom of youth. Even in my saggy wading pool water logged diaper I was a thing of beauty. Oh right, that bloom of youth was actual youth.
Right now I need to put on my night cream and get my beauty sleep so that I can wake up refreshed (even if those damn sleep lines seem to stay on my face for half the day now), wash down my bran bar with a good shot of caffeine so that I can get on my treadmill and feel good afterward. I will shower and use my small arsenal of moisturizing products. I will use three different kinds of hair goop to restrict my hair to one area code while I smile at myself as I put on my daily makeup (a.k.a. the mature woman’s youthful glow). Then I will have a great day because I know that underneath it all I am still the happy, beautiful me that I was back in the droopy diaper days.