Yesterday, out of not-so-quiet desperation, I ordered all manner of unguents, salves, and balms from DHC, an on-line dispenser of comfort and support for the modern woman. My face has become a 'before' picture of effects of desert wind, sun, and glare; it resembles a papier-mache puppet before it's been sanded and lacquered, peeling and shedding like a snake.
The weather here in New Mexico is taking a toll on my 80-year old body, notably my face. I have tried Oil of Olay, Eucerin sun block, assorted aloes and oils, but to no avail. When Shannon recently visited us, she seemed to sense - perhaps by her first glance in my direction - that I needed help, so she broke out some samples of items she has used for several years, her glowing skin a testament of success, I'd say. I have been assiduously applying her samples of pure olive oil, before and after creams, lathering them on morning, noon, and night. My skin is soaking it up like a weathered board soaks up sealer; you can almost hear the sucking sound, and the feeling of satisfaction it emits!
My budget under Personal Care has sustained a terrible hit, stretched this month beyond its usual limit of a hair cut and nail fill once a month. But IF I have to rationalize, I figure it's for a good cause, ME!
1 comment:
Skin! You make it look easy to write about skin mom. I have noticed your skin looking better already. I think you should also put your excerpt about Ed on your blog. I haven't read it but will now..
C
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