Disappearing Act…

I was 18 years old when I developed life long habit of immaculate skin care.  I walked into a department store in Columbia, SC wearing drug store face cream and reappeared with a small bag of Elizabeth Arden skin care samples. I was hooked on pricey skin care regimes. A couple of years later I switched to Lancôme.

Over the years and lured by the promise of diminishing wrinkles and luminous skin, I have tried many skin care products.  Some of the most notable were Eliz Arden, Estee Lauder, Dior, Chanel and Perricone MD.  Through many trials and failures, I have learned two important things about skin care 1) no matter what the promise, no skin care product can shield you from the effects of aging and 2) the way your skin ages is partially determined by genetics, period, the end, unchangeable.

Lancôme products have remained “home base” to me between experimentation and a number of years ago, I returned to Lancôme  with the confidence that they are as good, or better for my skin than anything else I have tried (although I am still a user of Perricone MD Vitamin C Serum).

Last year, during my husband’s convalescence from a bicycle wreck (16 broken and cracked bones demand a bit of downtime), he was teasing me about my nightly skin care ritual.  He had, at this point, time to lay around and watch.  As a joke, I smeared some of the cream on his face.  He woke the next morning, looked at his skin and has been dipping his fingers into the Lancôme jar ever since.

So these days, this is what I see way too often….

And I hear, “Honey, we are almost out of the good stuff…”  What was an expensive habit on my part has been doubled by my husband’s Lancôme addiction.  Last night I noticed he was eyeing my tube of Retin A…

Hope your weekend is filled with softness and beauty. Thanks for reading!