Apparently, all it takes is a few discreet swipes of Maybelline to turn the dullest plain jane into a creditable Loretta Young impersonator. Who knew?
Do you have a grinding beauty routine?
This pressing topic has been on my mind of late, in a minor sort of way, possibly as a lingering aftershock of having passed the half-century mark. Now that I'm not, strictly speaking, in the first flush of youth, I do find that it's important to keep up with a little basic maintenance if one is not to become a figure of horror and derision.
For me, that boils down to lashings of warm (not hot) water and the application of a moisturizer with sunscreen in the mornings, the application a couple of times a week of a light exfoliant scrub, and then more warm water at the end of the day, followed by a generous impastoing with a night cream. The latter makes grandiose promises of firming and appearance-of-wrinkles-disappearing, and while it may not quite live up to its own hype, it does seem to make a pretty significant difference. This is something I discovered during the past summer's various disruptions, when I was lucky to get in a quick dab of sunscreen in the mornings just to avoid burning and nothing else. By September, I felt like I'd aged a couple of years in a few weeks, and while moving is indeed stressful, the impact seemed disproportionate.
Now I'm back in the sadddle, regime-wise, and the improvement has been distinct, which has been encouraging - no more sad-sack, exhausted, poochy eyes; smaller and less distressing crow's feet; and most especially a brow less reminiscent of corrugated cardboard. I'll never again pass for 28... or 38, for that matter, but when I realize that the principals in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? were only a couple of years older than I am right now, I do feel rather good about my overall state of preservation, at least for the next few years. How about you?