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| missuslovett |
Throughout all the recent trials and tribulations it is a really strange fact that the thing concerning me at the moment should be what all this stress is doing to the lines on my face.
I've had very few days where I haven't been weepy, sometimes dramatically so and I often wake uneasy in the knowledge that its not good for what remains of my youthful appearance. Indeed, if I move my features out a sort of vacant expression it becomes instantly clear where time's nasty little henchmen have been burrowing. Photographs these days have to be carefully posed. Far too often I have been caught out and where once I could quite cheerfully feel I wasn't doing too badly, horror has invested in the gravy train that is the cosmetics business: day cream, night cream (doesn't the day cream work then?), anti wrinkle cream, eye cream. This last break to the winged chariot comes in pipette sized tubes and costs between £10 & £15.
At this festive time it takes a woman to show the world the true meaning of shopping. Some men fancy themselves at it but few have that chair wetting Basic Instinct that comes with the female psyche. Focussed yet casual, determined yet random it sweeps all before it in a purchasing spree with a force equal to a retail tidal wave. Just try and get into Boots. Go on – just try. The glass doors of its high street shops, plastered with seasonal offers have the faces of the customers inside pressed against them like commuters in a Tokyo tube train. Inside women are purchasing cosmetics. Their menfolk are with them as set dressing, mobile cash machines and unattended perfume consultants “Do you like this, darling? Perhaps a bit tarty…” Among the in-store delights that are purchased in vast quantity are 'Gift Packs'. They fly from the shelves at no other time of the year. The wonderful thing about them is that most of the contents are actually thrown away by the eventual recipients. Bath salts, talc, 'hydratant pour le corps', all the useless packaging. God, I wish I'd thought of this little dodge. The vast quantities of suitably packaged gloop, outrageously priced and actually discarded. I'd have a Swiss bank account by now, investments, property, astonishing dentition and crucially, enough money to actually afford cosmetic surgery. Then, of course, I wouldn't be able to move my face out of vacancy but it would be a small price to pay and the knowledge that my decline into God's sweet earth would be outlasted by a silly expression would be wonderfully stress relieving.
| 7 Dec 06, 1:31 PM Rhoobarb UK(FK), 12 yrs |
I gave up on makeup and face creams some years back. I'm rethinking it now, where's the phone number for the cement-deliver-to-the-door people? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
| 7 Dec 06, 2:07 PM teach_me UK(OL), 6 yrs |
for donkeys years i have used aqueous cream as a moisturiser £3.10 for a massive tub from boots, dove soap and baby oil when i get out of the bath every now and then ........ doesnt seem to have done much harm not spending fortunes on crap lol Lynda xx Laughing is good exercise, It's like jogging on the inside .. No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.... Some people are like Slinkies. They have no practical use whatsoever, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs. |
