To the menfolk who read my blog, I do sincerely apologize, but I need some assistance from the females. However, if you are a man who cares about his appearance, please do feel free to share the wisdom, Scott Williams. I’m just sayin’. I’ve been blessed with many things. Many things. And one of those things is my complexion. I owe it to my father because of his olive-toned skin but also to my mother. She’s %&#*@^!$-ty years old and quite the looker. Now, I am not boasting at all about this complexion of mine. No ma’am. In fact, I am still coping after my beloved 9-year old, you know, the one who chose to play with his brother, just asked me the other day when my baby was due. My response of oh it’s not a baby, it just a front butt made him giggle quite a bit. And then he brilliantly spent the next several minutes telling me how beautiful I was and how my blog was the best…blog…ever! EVER, he said. Before I get to the point, I need to tell you that because
I hardly leave the house of my complexion I rarely wear make-up. If I’m going to leave the house to run errands and actually see people, cuz I live in the country, people, in the country, I will put on a little eye liner and mascara.
Because I aim to impress.
In fact, the other day I was getting ready to go out to dinner with the hubby and he was all, “You’re wearing make up” with a scrunched up look on his face showing his disapproval. I’m thinking, “Yeah, I’m two years away from 40 and if I’m going to spend any amount of time in public where more than five people are going to see me, you better believe the concealer is coming out, buddy.”
Here’s where I need your help, friends, because I am aware that my peaches ‘n cream complexion won’t be peaches ‘n cream forever, you understand what I am sayin’, right? So, help a sista out.
What is your number one tip for great skin? What do you do?
One thing. Or two.