A dermatologist once told me that I had good skin. To this day I am not sure what she meant. I don’t recall ever having a smooth, blemish-free complexion. Freckles moderately blotched my cheeks and nose, large pores marked my complexion. There was a normal annoyance of pimples. My skin care involved cleansing and moisturizing with simple products. A few years ago I subscribed to a treatment promising to reduce wrinkles. When my job hours were cut, I opted for wrinkles, accepting that I was the product of my mother’s genes.
I have never gotten excited about make-up, either. When the girls in high school met in the bathroom after lunch to refresh their blush and lipstick, I just looked on. The “natural” movement of the ’60’s was well-timed for me. Occasionally I make up one half of my face to see if there is a real difference (there is).
On a recent vacation, I was invited and agreed to try an expensive product for women “my age”. Some negotiation was involved with my promise to apply the product as directed. Today is Day 1 and I have already left out one step.
I liken this to comparing a $300 bottle of champagne to my normal $23.99, a challenge I don’t plan to attempt unless someone treats me. You can see my picture (sorry, no photo studio) post cleansing, sans makeup, prior to the first treatment. I will check in every 30 days. At the end of the trials, I will give my opinion as well as the name of the product.
Why is skin care important to you? I would like to hear your ideas.