Wrinkly

I was at work today when a woman who seemed to be a good 15 years ahead of me came up to me asking about a skin care product. I don’t know much of anything about cosmetics and I called on the headset for someone that worked that beauty area to lend a hand. While we waited for help from a much more in the know person, she asked what I used because I had no wrinkles. I laughed, thanked her and told her there were a few reasons for that. She wanted to know what I put on my face. I told her i use soap and water to wash, and SPF foundation and some eye makeup to make me look like I am awake behind my glasses.

I didn’t want to tell her that my wrinkly gene pool is shallow and that having extra weight on sort of plumbs out those spots. I’m lucky like that. So I did not. She also had a hard time reading the back of the bottles so her eye sight is not that great either. I suggested she look for Retinol if she was really wanted to put something on for wrinkles. I tried reading the backs for her too and you know how that might have gone. Where was my young colleague anyway, who wears ALL the makeup? She is good!

She showed up and I passed the customer onto the expert and listened into the convo from afar. The woman wanted to know how she could get rid of all her wrinkles. Then she wanted to know what was the best product we had. She wanted to know about comparable products and I heard my colleague telling her suggestions of products we had in stock and where she could find new info on the internet. This didn’t work as the customer didn’t own a computer. Then she wanted to know how long it would take for the product to work and if it didn’t if she could return it for a refund. My co-worker was so good with her and told her the news that we don’t take back used beauty products, siting the health factor. The lady was hopeful and walked off with some Retinol infused something.

I was concerned for her right away when I saw her looking at anti-wrinkle creams. There is no way to fix all the wrecked skin unless you want to have surgery and then a lot of times it just looks nasty. For example: Kenny Roger’s eyes. Yikes.

Maybe it is just me, but this lady was sweet, kind, polite and nice. I put a lot of store into nice and that is what I remembered. I am not sure I could even now pick her out of a line-up, but if she would talk as nicely as she did to us, I would know her as I remembered that about her.

I imagine it is easy for me to always be surprised at the women looking at anti-wrinkle cream as mine appear to be full with someone looking with compromised vision. I have gazed at it a time or two myself. I do use make-up too as it makes me feel good and I suppose that is the goal for these others as well.

I have always struggled with my appearance so I shouldn’t be surprised that others would put such stock in theirs as well, even if their worries are about different parts. As I age I have increasingly been thinking about the people who were physically gorgeous as a young person and how hard that is for them as their face takes on someone they might not recognize and they fret about it. They have put so much value on that look that now that it is changing to something new they cannot abide it and are holding the hands of time back with so much superficial stuff. I have some friends that have taken the changes in stride and it shows as sort of a glow. I like that, but they also had other things that were important to share and it seeps out of their pores like gold. All of my friends are gorgeous. Truly.

The other day two 45’s came into the store and they are beautiful, but had gobs of make-up on and it seems the tipping point is about to go over with one more eye lash. They are at that point just before the skin on their upper arms separates from their muscle a wee little bit, despite their work outs and Pilates. I applaud them for staying in shape and I will cheer them on, but their beauty slumped tragically in my eyes when they dropped their item number on the floor and they couldn’t pick them up to hand them to me because they just had their nails done so they kicked it over to me.

You be you and I’ll be me, wrinkles and all.

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