Have you seen my hands lately?
Summer, Winter, Fall, no matter what time of year it is, I am never far from an emollient and/or sun screen. It runs in the family. Next to my love of Raisinettes, the need to un-flake-ify has been a constant in my life.
What can I say? As a middle-aged woman of Eastern European descent, I find myself prone to freckling, harboring a craving for a darn-good potato pancake, and reliant on a heavy and preferably lanolin-based slathering.
The summer clothes are out: the cute cotton skirts, the strap-y sandals, sleeveless shirts; and now, more than ever, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for a good old-fashioned moisturizing.
And frankly, as Miss Let’s-Have-A-Look-At-That-Mole 2006, I resent this continual pressure I feel to remain as juicy and youthful as possible.
That’s not true. I was never Miss Let’s-Have-A-Look-At-That-Mole 2006. I was runner-up. I don’t know why I said such a thing, but dammit, people! I’m not getting any younger over here!
I need a strategy.
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