Okay, not exactly a news flash but worrying about your looks is pricey.
I’m not the type who can’t leave the house without makeup, but I do like to have the option of putting in some effort. And that’s getting expensive.
So far, I’ve avoided the anti-wrinkle cream trap. I’m 34, and I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to start those emollients at age 16. So, since I’m screwed anyway, I’ll just wait until there’s actually something to fix.
But I’m going to do a temporary color to cover the grays, which have finally (after 15 years) gotten to a point that annoys me. The beauty school I go to is having a 40% off special, so I took it as a sign from the universe.
The bigger issue here is breakouts. My skin has gone crazy with the high summer temperatures, which makes no sense because I’m indoors almost all day every day. Ugh.
I’ve tried several things, and nothing will tame it. And past a certain age, you start to worry that people will think less that you’re broken out and more that you’re broken out with a herpes flare up! Or maybe I’m just paranoid.
Point being, I finally broke down and am trying Proactiv. It’s $30 for a month, it has a 60-day guarantee, and frankly I’m willing to try anything right about now. It does help that I’m getting 25% back through Mr. Rebates.
It’s annoying to me to have to spend this much (which I know isn’t actually that much) on face care.
Then again, it’s more annoying for me to go to the trouble of putting on makeup and still being self-conscious about the bumps that concealer really only does so much about.
Plus, with my skin being so crazy, the makeup cakes on anyway. Ugh.
I balance a lot of this out by not spending much in the other superficial arenas. I haven’t bought new clothes in about a year (and then it was new pants because my old ones were tight). I have purchased exactly three pieces of makeup in the past year and a half — and they were all replacements for items I’d run out of. And I only buy maybe one hair care product every 6-9 months.
Still, I feel like a sap. Advertisers have convinced us to be self conscious about gray hairs and visible pores (?!) and all sorts of other ridiculousness.
Should I really give a damn that my hair is frizzy? No. Do I? Little bit, yeah.
So I’ve bought into a lot of this hype. I guess as long as it’s reasonably priced hype, I’ll live.