By CAROLYN DONOVAN
I was always a firm believer that makeup, a well cut dress and a pair of gorgeous heels fixed everything. Until I turned 40.
I also believed the rumours that this was the age when you, er, well, fell apart. I awoke on the morning of the big day, ran my hands carefully over my face, patted myself down, placed my feet ever so gently on the floor…and realised I hadn’t!
Fast forward three years. And I still haven’t.
Refreshing, Boosting, Plumping, Smoothing: I read the words off a menu of injectables in a skin care brochure on a friend’s kitchen bench over a mug of coffee. Call me backward, but doesn’t skin that needs refreshing benefit from a little rehydration? A lacklustre complexion in need of a boost is going to positively glow after taking the stairs, instead of the lift. And surely a face that’s lost its plumpness could do with an extra chocolate? Don’t even start me on the importance of moisturiser in my life!
“Before you go and fork out perfectly good shoe money on asking someone to jab needles in your face, why not give these a try?” I suggest to her.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m open to a good conversation on medical advancements in the beauty industry any day – especially if there are before and after pictures! There are, however, some definite youth elixirs I am putting into practice. (And, joy of joys, I can still move my face when I talk.)
1. Moisturise. Moisturise. Moisturise. Don’t stop at your jaw line – just pretend your face ends at your nipples so you don’t forget your neck. (See, I warned you I was passionate about this!) I spent my first ever pay packet on a trusted pink bottle of Oil of Ulan – which is now known as Olay to an estimated 60 million women who use it the world over (they must be doing something right) – and have never looked back.