Remember this post where I admitted my struggle to shape my eyebrows since my teen years? I left a little cliffhanger at the end, where my beautician Eva uttered a single word. 😛
Here are the final few paragraphs of that post, and the continuation of what happened next.
One day well into my late 40s, I asked Eva what she can recommend to hide some irksome wrinkles between my brows. Was there a type of make-up I could use that would minimize this self-perceived flaw that had bothered me for as long as I had been plucking my own eyebrows? That’s a lot of years of constant zooming in on that one point in my face. The wrinkles resembled a scar (I don’t even know if it is a scar, or if it is, how I got it) and I became increasingly self-conscious about it as I aged.
In fact, this scar/wrinkle was, at one time, the reason I desired bangs. (Never ever again.)
Eva had me lie back on her table and inspected my upper face under a bright light with a magnifying mirror.
Then, she said one word:
Continue reading “Midlife and cosmetics: the Botox dilemma (part 2)”
At around the midpoint of my 40s I felt myself standing at the proverbial fork in the road contemplating my path forward.
These were the questions I asked myself: Continue reading “Tomorrow never comes”
Negativity breeds more negativity, is what I’m hearing. Toxic people are negative people and no good will come from them.
Well I am here today to say that sometimes, we need to give ourselves permission to wallow in a bad mood.
There. I said it. Call it catharsis or whatever you want.
There are simply times when I just want to be left to it. Wallow, self-pity, woe is me.
I blame hormones. (But that’s another fun and exciting blog topic for another day.) 🙄 Continue reading “Permission to dwell in negativity: this too shall pass”
I’m a ‘less is more’ kind of girl when it comes to beauty.
I’m not a user of extensive products. I have my few items I like, sometimes I try new ones, but I don’t own drawers full of stuff to enhance external things. It’s quite simple really: Continue reading “Beauty routines in your 40s”
As I get older, my ability to drink beverages and then go out someplace that does not have a loo nearby is getting more challenging with every passing year. So, longer dog walks, parks and playgrounds, even some baseball diamonds are out (unless they’re newer and have these facilities on the premises, which here in Toronto is not always the case).
Hiding in bushes is neither convenient (it’s February, all the branches are bare), nor desirable (I’m not a kid, or a man…) 🙄
Coffee, tea and water are the worst culprits. Continue reading “Monitoring beverages”