...I fell for another "miracle" product. Yes, I'm desperate and ready to believe just about anything. Every day I seem to age another year. I shouldn't be this vain; I was never the prettiest girl in the room. Okay, that isn't entirely true. Sometimes I was the only girl in the room. That upped my odds considerably. But I don't like getting old. And I really don't like looking old. Some women can pull it off with charm and sophistication. Not me. I wasn't charming and sophisticated when I was young, and I don't see that changing now.
I try to keep my beauty routines to myself as much as possible, but with a husband and two kids around I don't always get the privacy I need. Such was the case last weekend.
We were on vacation in a tiny condo with a tiny bathroom. There was really no room for private grooming. So with my eight-year-old granddaughter sitting across the living room from me (which was only about two feet away), I nonchalantly whipped out my new age-reversing device. The promise is that if you move it across your face for ten minutes twice daily, the bright light it emits will stimulate collagen growth. (Go ahead, laugh--you too will be old someday.) And it makes a humming noise. It might never do anything else, but it will get the attention of anyone nearby. Sure enough, after a very short time my granddaughter looked up and said, "Nana, what is that?!", to which I replied, "Oh, it's just something I hope will help me look younger." "I don't see how that's going to do anything!"
Where was this voice of reason when I was placing my order?