Wrinkles and Other Stuff

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought or even said out loud, “Whoa! How did that happen?”. I know I have. Aging just seems to sneak up on us. Now we all know that individual who never seems to change or look older, but they see the changes too. Perhaps, they are just better at hiding those telltale  signs from the rest of us.

I think the scariest piece of beauty equipment that I own is this little device below.

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That’s right! It’s the dreaded magnifying mirror. When I have to use it, I try never to look at my whole face at once. It’s  terrifying!!! I just kind of sneak up on the area I need to work on, like chin hairs for example.

Don’t you just love the hunt for chin hairs? I swear they spring up overnight. Sometimes they are dark and easier to find, but now as I get older, they are white. I run my finger over my skin to feel for them. It’s like Braille. Then I have to be a contortionist with my face to expose them for plucking using another tool of torture…. tweezers. Ugh!

Once we have our face cleared of unwanted chin hair, there is the mustache. Please do not shave! There are any number of do-it- yourself products on the market such as depilatories and sugars or  waxes. Of course, you can always have it removed at a salon. I tend to like to remove it myself. For some reason, I like to feel I am in control of my own pain. Pick your own method, but don’t neglect this area.

 

Once our facial skin is smooth, we are ready to tackle those wrinkles and age spots. It always reminds me of spackling a crack in a plaster wall. No matter what your age, there is no denying the importance of a good face cream and there is no shortage of products at all price points. Those products promise us the fountain of youth in a jar, but we know their limitations. After all, we weren’t born yesterday. A product that I have found that helps is……

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I use it after I have moisturized. The creases around my eyes seem considerably less visible, and the skin feels like satin making foundation glide on easily.

We all have our own individual make-up routines for eyes. They are my favourite part, and I don’t feel complete without doing them, but many people prefer a natural look which is great too. Do your own thing ladies!

Lips make me crazy. Where do they go when we age? Mine seem to shrink with each passing year. I am not into Botox or fillers, so I have taken to over-drawing them. Before you get some scary picture in your mind, I keep it very minimal. Experiment with your own, if this is a problem you have as well.

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Well, I have shared my own issues about my aging face, but we all know the problems don’t stop there. As one of my girls put it, “I use to look at my naked body in the mirror and see Perky, Pointy, and the Black Cat. Now, I see Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail.” Add to that the moles and skin-tags that grow in profusion like barnacles on a boat, and you get the picture. We don’t have to like it, but we might as well accept it. Smile, those wrinkles are coming anyway.

Thanks for reading,

Penny xo

Girlfriends

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Growing up, I had always had lots of friends. Most of these friends were people that I met in school or was introduced to by others. When you are young, you just assume you will grow up, start a job, get married, and keep those friendships, but as is often the case we become consumed by work and family life, and we lose touch with many of those people. Friendship takes work.

Friendships to me are like plants; each one is entirely individual and unique in personality and like plants they need to be fed and cared for or they will wilt and eventually the friendship will die. We all have those individuals who have wandered in and out of our lives; at one time we were close, but as time passed, they drifted away and we lost touch.

Youth take so much for granted. They don’t seem to maintain friendships. I can’t count the number of times that younger people have asked how long my friends and I have known each other. They are shocked to learn that many of us have been close friends for 50+ years. This fact amazes them. Most have not even been alive near that long. My daughter, who is now 40, often remarks how she has not stayed friends with any of the kids from school. She has developed new friendships through her work, but they do not share a history.

There is something to be said about growing older together. We know the good, the bad, and the ugly about each other.We have been there through marriages, babies, divorces, health problems, and yes, even death. We do not always agree, and that’s just fine.

My own amazing circle of girlfriends are an unusual mix of characters. We come in all shapes and sizes and preferences, but we share a common trait. We love to laugh…at life, at each other, and yes, even at ourselves. About 7 years ago several of us started to get together for dinner every few weeks. Well, for the last 5 years we have met for dinner EVERY Wednesday at the Tartan Tavern (yes, it is old like we are) no matter the weather and even when the power was out. Sometimes there are 9 or 10 of us squeezed around our table and sometimes only 3, but we never miss. We have become somewhat of a fixture at this pub and the waitresses and other regulars know to expect our rowdy gang without fail. We chat and gossip and laugh so much that my sides often ache when I leave. On occasion, we break into random song and that creates quite a stir.

My family mean the world to me, but I am not sure I could have made it this far in my life without my girlfriends. They lift my spirit and support my goals. They have never let me down when I needed them.

Girlfriends are powerful.

 

Thanks for reading,

Penny  xo

 

 

The Sensational Single Senior

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Age has never been very important to me. I once saw a quote on a headstone in the cemetery that read, ” Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the number of moments that take your breath away.” I’m not sure who said it, but it resonates with me more and more as each year passes.

My friends laugh at my method for keeping track of my age. I always round off to the next number ending in a zero. So for example, I am currently 68, but when asked, I say I am 70. I have been 70 since I turned 61 because I round up. I love the reactions I get from strangers. My response is often, “Age is only a number. Pick one you like.”

This little idiosyncrasy of mine does have repercussions at times. My family was on a fabulous trip on a beautiful five-masted sailing ship one year. My birthday happened to fall during the vacation and my children were convinced I was turning 60 for real. There was a huge celebration, special dinner prepared by the chef, cake, and gifts all to mark my 60th milestone. I thanked them profusely, then admitted that it was actually my 59th birthday. They accused me of not knowing my own age. When I finally convinced them I was telling the truth, they laughed and said there would be no repeat party next year.

This year when I turned 68, my daughter surprised me with a lovely cake that said, “Happy 80th” ! I loved her sense of humor.

Why do we focus so much on age? Instead of counting the years, we should learn to make every day count for something. Learn something new, try something new, go somewhere new. After all, when all is said and done the only thing that matters is how you live, not how long.

I am so lucky to have collected a group of friends throughout my life that share my outlook on growing older. They are a most eclectic group of women, each with their own unique qualities. This is my first of what I hope to be many blog entries about this sensational group of seniors. I look forward to hearing your comments or your own opinions.

 

Thanks for reading,

Penny   xo