Cream Of The Crop

I've come to realize as I get further into my "dirty thirties" that your age is directly proportional to the number of lotions and potions in your bathroom cupboard.  As a wee one, I never used anything other then the odd dousing of sunscreen slathered on me by my Mom during swim days at my Grandparents.  Oh, those days were epic!  12 hours in a pool with my brothers, only leaving the water to eat a Popsicle or pee in the garden.  Those were the days!  (I don't think my brothers knew about the peeing thing, but this blog is meant to reveal secrets!)  Everything tasted like chlorine and the words "too much sun" weren't anywhere in our vocabulary.

I remember a beautiful bottle of Oil of Olay in our bathroom at our old house that was probably never used, and 14 years old.  I would sit atop the bathroom counter at the ripe old age of 9 staring at myself in the mirror thinking "My Mom uses this to stay beautiful", and would dab it onto my nose and palms, thinking that's what beautiful women must do.  My grandma also had a great stash of stuff that mostly involved elderly oinments, but I would apply them to my face and arms pretending they were glamour creams like a mini Zsa Zsa Gabor.

Anyway, my point here is that now my daily regime consists of moisturizers, exfoliates, anti-serums, complexes and tinted stuff.  I've always been, and think most females are slightly obsessed with bathroom products.  Adam makes fun of my collection, but he's not doing too badly himself.  (His Art Of Shaving collection rivals the actual store!)  I get a serious rush out of opening a new body wash or toothpaste.  My Mom & I have made many a midnight journey to Shoppers Drug Mart with no real goal in mind, yet come back laden with new creams and potions to try on various body parts.  My real vice is shampoo or any hair product, but I don't limit myself.  I just find it odd that while I realize I'm lucky to not really look my age, the need to prevent dryness or the odd line or crease has become a presence in my life.  What would happen if we all didn't have to depend on Oil Of Olay and just let our bodies do what they were meant to...

Nope.  Not happening.  And besides, the stuff I just got from Arbonne (www.arbonne.com) thanks to the recommendation and help of Rhoslynne Bugay smells amazing.  So for that alone I'll keep self indulging my face and hoping that 50 years from now, it will all pay off.

Now, for a quick pee and back into the pool!