I’m starting to look old.
Maybe I’m not starting to, maybe I have been and no one has told me. Because really, who’s going to tell you? Not your friends because they want to remain your friend. Not your coworkers because they have to continue working with you. Definitely not your husband because even said lovingly it’s a sure fire way to be in the dog house for a long time.
I know I’m vain to even be talking about this but things are definitely going down hill fast. I’m hollowing out under my eyes, I’m getting marionette lines around my mouth, little crows feet around my eyes, my lips seem to be disappearing and my skin just looks dull. What the heck?
I used to be able to run errands without putting on makeup and knowing I didn’t look great but not too bad. Now those days are gone. Now when I pass by a mirror bare faced I scare myself. Who is this exhausted looking woman looking back at me? I try buying the newest lotions and potions, but time still keeps marching right across my face. I think my face needs some plumping up. A little Botox around my eyes, some restalyn around my lips or at the very least, a good facial and some microdermabrasion.
Unfortunately we don’t have an unlimited budget. We have our daughter’s Invisalign to pay off, we are saving for a car for the child, would someday like to take a vacation, and grooming 3 dogs every five weeks is pricey. Now I could get the facial and microderm for my birthday or I could have a weekend in Kansas City with my hubby going to all of my favorite vintage shops. The latter will probably win out.
It’s kind of hard when your daughter keeps getting more beautiful and looks fantastic without a stitch of makeup and your own face is shriveling up. Trust me I’m not writing fishing for complements (I hate people who do that).
I’m not asking people to write and say “no Shanna your really not so shriveled”. I’m just stating the facts people and the facts suck. I know growing older is a fact of life and it’s better than the alternative, but my friends, I don’t have to like it.
Speaking of old, I found this little telephone stand/side table in some pretty sad shape. I’m not sure if it had been left outside for awhile, but it needed some serious sprucing up. I sanded it down a bit (something I only do if completely necessary).
When I painted it this pretty aqua I got from Lowe’s the remains of the stain underneath kept bleeding through the paint. After several coats of paint and it still bleeding through I put on a coat of Kills primer and then continued painting. Problem solved. It turned out to be a cute piece!