Note to self: indulge in 80's nostalgia at own risk. Today I ventured out onto the icy roads at midday to stock up on CDs. Once inside the mall, I started towards the CD store, but went astray almost immediately. Dillards (the only upscale department store for 200 miles in any direction) was having a sale. "Ha," I thought to myself, "I won't even look at clothes. I'm unemployed, I don't need clothes." I made a pass through the shoe department, but resolutely recalled that people who don't need clothes don't need shoes, either. Ooh, shiny, I thought, as I wandered along the jewelry counter, utterly distracted by now. Then, they got me. I was unable to leave without threading my way through the cosmetics area, and found myself standing at the Origins counter, transfixed.
Before I knew it, the salesperson was having a little heart to heart with me about cleansers, emollients, exfoliants, salicylic acid, alpha hydroxy, and all sorts of moisturizing schemes. Spellbound, I listened and nodded my head. Yes, I did need to clear up my skin. Yes, yes, I did have problems with chemicals and perfumes. Yes, yes, yes, I said, I'd like to have my skin renewed, refreshed, revitalized!
I'm now the proud owner of a very attractive little package of bottles which are going to give me back the clear skin I once had, before I moved to Nashville and neglected my skin-care program. I must say, I'm not generally an easy pushover for this stuff. I gladly fling good money after bad on cosmetics, enjoying the thrill of a cheap Maybelline eyeliner worn with a very expensive Chanel eyeshadow, but I don't usually fall prey to the lure of routines. Good skin requires it, I'm afraid. And since I noticed last year that my skin is changing with age (oh, nothing you'd notice, but I plan to catch it before you do), I'm going to get back to routines. Wash, cleanse, exfoliate, moisturize, and bask in the glow of a moral superiority, knowing that my skin is being taken care of just like my Mom always told me to do.
Oh, and I bought two CDs. A Best of the Go-Go's, and a compilation of Siouxsie and the Banshees singles. I'm going to turn up the CD player really loud while I'm in the bathroom tonight, washing my face.