Call me a girl if you want. I love Sephora. For the uninitiated, that’s a makeup and perfume store which is utterly addictive.
Any American mall, any Sephora store.
So anyhoo, I got a great coupon on my birthday and headed out to use it (“waste not, want not”, as Grandma used to say). Wasn’t sure what I’d purchase-maybe a new perfume (I think perfumes go with different outfits, thus I have a drawerful of bottles.) Maybe a new nail polish. I’ll just surprise myself.
When I arrived, I was poking around and my favorite employee came over to check on me. Now y’all, he is fabulous. A sweet man who wears a touch more foundation than maybe he should but who cares, he owns it and is happy and usually has great ideas. But today. Today. He asked what I was trying to find, and I said I wasn’t sure but I was going to use that $20 coupon! What did he suggest?
Wrinkle cream.
It’s not just Jim Croce anymore. It’s really good stuff from Philosophy sold at Sephora.
He suggested WRINKLE CREAM.
Now. I know I have laugh lines and crow’s feet and whatnot. It’s honestly never bothered me, primarily because-I guess-I didn’t believe anyone else had noticed. Talk about a comeuppance and awakening! (And you know, being awakened could mean i don’t need those eye-brightening creams so I reckon there’s an upshot here.)
The look on my face must have betrayed my shock, because bless him, he felt terrible for about a minute-then moseyed over to another customer while I stood there staring slack-jawed at the display.
Y’all, I left the store. I was thrown off my game THAT MUCH.
Headed back to the car to go home and it hit me. You know WHY I was so upset? Not because I have wrinkles-I knew that much-but because i LIKE them. And the suggestion that they aren’t ideal, well, I didn’t like that at all!
I know why I have wrinkles. It’s from smiling and laughing for years. Being a glass mostly full-to-running-over person means you grin a lot-and that does have an effect on one’s visage. I wouldn’t trade even one wrinkle for the moments in my life that have brought me joy.
So bring it on. Keep your botox and spackle and whateverall else you need to erase those lines but I’ll keep mine.
My eye. Just the way I like it.