Age is just a number

And that number is $48.

That’s what I threw down today for Origins Starting Over Age Erasing oil free moisturizer with mimosa

It’s a slow process. It creeps up and sneaks. I’m not talking about the wrinkles I’ve accumulated on account of stacking up birthdays, I’m talking about the willingness to spend obscene amounts of money on things like moisturizer.

I am not looking for miracles or considering Botox or a face lift. I have no illusions of ever regaining my formerly dewy skin unless I move to the tropics. What keeps me buying “products”, as the earnest sales staff refer to them, is the hope that I can wear less makeup day-to-day.

I never wore makeup on a daily basis until I took this job in 2004. For years I curled my eyelashes put on some lipstick and I was out the door. A few months in I started putting on a little mascara and eye shadow when I had a meeting and before you know it I am wearing full makeup everyday.

And now I need $48 moisturizer.

I think this is caused by the fact that once you start wearing full makeup your skin sort of gives up. I think it gets addicted to products and requires ever more complex steps in cleansing, exfoliating, toning and moisturizing. And back to the counter you go. It’s a cycle that can support national economies.

Maybe if I had a sabbatical and could go without makeup (or stress) for 6 months, I would stop looking haggard without makeup. Maybe that is wishful thinking now that I on the wrong side of 40. Since that sabbatical is not on the horizon, I am stuck with “hope in a jar”.

At least it smells good.