I've always sort of prided myself on being low maintenance. I go easy on the makeup. My hair will generally fall into some semblance of a bob if I give it a good, or at least a swift, brush. I fail to accessorize. If need be, I can be out the door in five minutes flat. I wouldn't necessarily say five-minutes-out-the-door is a look I want to cultivate, but I'm generally clean and modestly dressed if not particularly color-coordinated.
It must have been one of my concert trips. If it involves an airplane--and they usually do--it's usually a carry-on only
It made me wonder what sort of magnet I'd become for those insidious marketing campaigns. Look younger! Be your most beautiful!
What does all that mean except that even I don't believe that I'm good enough as I am?
And so, I did cut back on the routine and all the little bottles and serums and potions. I haven't noticed much difference except that I look a bit older, probably because I am. And still, when I buy something innocuous--moisturizer or cleanser--it invariably comes with a minefield of wonderful little samples of the next glorious cosmetic breakthrough.
And I find myself wondering if I should buy a bottle.
Go listen to some good music: "Stairway to Heaven" from the album Led Zeppelin IV by Led Zeppelin.