I had to buy some moisturizer this evening. While this may seem as a small item let me just say this: it was my first time seriously contemplating the moisturizers on the shelf. And I felt like crying. All this because my usual supplier (aka my mother) didn’t have my usual moisturizer at home when I visited. (Perhaps I could have bought some at the drug store while in Toronto…perhaps…but if you know my story you wouldn’t even think of making such a suggestion.)
I stood there completely bewildered. D took one look at me and said “take your time; I’ll be checking out the wine.” Yeah, it was so bad he didn’t want to witness the carnage.
Between the brand names like L’Oreal, Nivea, and Dr. Sais-pas-quoi how was I to decide? Anti-cernes? Naw, I don’t need to worry about wrinkles just yet. Or do I? Should I be using it now before wrinkles become a serious problem? Aren’t those just laugh lines? Do I have patchy skin? What about my T-zone? Do I need to control oiliness?
Then, I made the error of reading the directions. I’m supposed to use the toner and the night cream? And the eye cream? Oh, and now I need the special nighttime moisturizer with rejuvenating qualities?
The longer I stood there the more I began to scowl at the little tubes and tubs. I could feel the wrinkles develop. I was aging right there in front of the anti-aging creams.
I finally did end up with a tube of something that should do the trick. I may even like it better than my usual tried-and-true brand.
But I’m ever so thankful I don’t need shampoo.