Sam Meet Olay
When I was younger my mother always emphasized good skincare. If I sat there stretching my face or rubbing my eyes too hard she was always there to say, “Don’t do that you will get wrinkles.” If I was about to go to bed with a full face of make-up, she would make sure that I washed and cleansed before bed. My mother is the one who bless me with good skin. I never went though some horrible awkward pimple stage. I have always had good skin and been complimented for it.
However recently I got glasses and I was not happy with what I saw. I suddenly saw all of these “issues” on my face. I had a rash of red dots, circles under my eyes and a wrinkle! I have a wrinkle on my laugh line. It is my first “official” wrinkle. I am going to name it Sam. To put Sam in his place I got myself a friend, her name is Olay and she does her work in the cover of night.
Yes I will admit I am probably over reacting. It is probably because I just turned 30. But hey it is better to be proactive then reactive right? I will say one thing, my glasses are not my friend right now.
Yesterday after work I told Hubby that I was going to stop at the drugstore on the way home to pick up a face cream. Here was our conversation.
“I am having issues and I need to pre-empt the wrinkles and circles from taking over my face.”
“That stuff is a bunch of crap.”
“I disagree! My mother has been slopping that stuff on her face since I can remember and she is like……52 (?) and looks great!”
Boys they just don’t get it. I tell myself he will appreciate it when I am 52 and still smoking hot.