Yours in wrinkles.

I’ve been doing a bit of a girly thing lately. Not so long ago I was looking at myself in the mirror and I spotted something so awful, so terrible, so unexpected I immediately screamed for Jon to come running. Speeding into the bathroom expecting blood, tears and shattered glass, he burst out laughing when I told him what was wrong. “I have wrinkles!” I shouted.

Since then, I haven’t been able to look anywhere near the vicinity of any mirror. My hair may look awesomely horrid, but I refuse to look at my reflection. And so, my latest obsession has been born. A few years ago I did photographic modelling. I caked the war paint on my face before I even had my first morning wee, and I never really removed the make up before going to bed, unless I happened to wash my face in the shower. Another thing I’d never done was spend more than twenty bucks on a facewash. Good ol’ Johnson & Johnson face scrub was fine enough for me.

But since my mom has had her salons, she’s let me know in no uncertain terms how bad my skin is. Yes, I have the regular monthly break-out, but she pointed out things called “pores” and the fact that mine sucked. Especially in my “T-Zone”, whatever the hell that is. Anyway, needless to say, after the wrinkle thing I had a life realisation. I am getting old. ExMi and I discussed this at large a few weeks ago, and I made the decision – I need to start looking after my face.

So for the last two weeks, I’ve been washing with expensive face wash, toning with cotton wool pads, moisturising with organic face moisturiser, and using hand and nail cream too – because those asshole wrinkles are even there, on my hands! The cheek!

I know I should’ve done it years ago. I know this. But I didn’t, and now I’m paying for it. Immensely, let me tell you. Decent organic facial product prices are nothing to laugh at, my friend.

God. This sucks.

Yours in wrinkles,

SheBee.

PSes:

1. My mom and my brothers are coming up to spend the weekend with me – I am SO excited.

2. Seasea Cat and Alistair boy are both going in to vet hospital on Thursday morning. Going to spay the rat bag, and the baby kitteh is getting his shots. How long will the recovery take?

9 comments

  1. Jonathan says:

    Before everyone lynches me, I just want to clarify that I didn’t laugh!! …. it was more of a snicker. :p At her reaction, not her wrinkle! … *remove foot, close mouth*

  2. kyknoord says:

    Wrinkles. Pah! When you get to my advanced age, we’ll talk again (although I’ll probably be dead by then). My wrinkles have wrinkles.

  3. Angel says:

    Seasea will be fine in a day or two.
    So Salamandar became Alistair, eh? Is he gawjiss?

    Did you see how cleverly I didn’t mention the wrinkle issue? Or say anything about how my sleep wrinkles are now permanent and take a good long while to disappear in the mornings… 😛

  4. cath says:

    DUDE! you should see my forehead! it’s like, in the last year, someone shat a map of rivers on me!

    wtf?

    heh. sigh. fuck. we are getting old. hand me my slippers and smoking jacket.

  5. ambrozydankiewicz.malopolska.pl says:

    Today, I went to the beach front with my kids.
    I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old daughter and
    said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She placed the shell to her ear and
    screamed. There was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear.
    She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is entirely off topic but I had
    to tell someone!

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