I've been blessed with decent genetics and have always looked young, so I haven't cared about the birthdays rolling by. I worry about other deeper things like where will I get a sugar fix today or is that a GET HERE NOW cry from the baby? (Vs. a GEE, WISH I HAD A BETTER STAFF cry?) I haven't really seen any wrinkles on my face although a definite change in tone and gorgeousness has been duly noted over the past recent years.
My friend Katie Seible took a series of family pictures for us this Fall. In one of them, that she said was a really good one "..like for a book jacket or something!" was a great picture of me. My fake red hair was shiny and perfect in color. My shirt was flattering to nursing mama challenges of larger...uh...girls. There was no glare on my spectacles, no weird smile and my lipstick was good...not eaten off or smeared up over my eye from aggressive baby kisses.
So yesterday was Day One of my "Thirty-something" Birthday Month. Best of Something list and tried their lifting and firming night cream. Even my hubby noticed I got my glow back within a few days. Later I got their day cream, then the cleanser. NOW. Eye Cream.(I'll miss you Mary Kay, may be back if this new affair cools off)
I never cared too much about aging because I wasn't doing it. NOW. I. CARE. Lather me up just short of embalming, because I have decided to stay thirty-something and it looks like it's gonna take some WORK. Forty and FOXIER....right?
Any tips or tricks I should know about from you other Fabulous Old Fogies?