You might remember that a couple months ago I lamented my previously round, plump face’s plunge toward points south. I swear that if my (many) chins weren’t there to hold it up, my jaw line would be sagging about where my boobs used to be.
So last week, in a fit of vanity, I signed up for a boat-load of skin care products -$250.00 worth to be exact and aren’t we glad Jack never reads this blog, and know I’m having major buyer’s remorse. And not just because of the money, although the bank did call and ask if this was a valid charge. Obviously name brand beauty products are not common properties in our little game of Monopoly.
No, I’m also regretting my purchase because of the SEVEN bottles of face cleanser, astringent and moisturizer I found while sorting through bathroom drawers this weekend. I’ll admit that two of those bottles are travel size, but still, of the remaining five bottles, FOUR had yet to be opened!
Which leads me to my third confession reason for regret: I don’t use this stuff. I wash my face in the shower each morning with whatever product happens to be in there- usually a Biore or Neutrogena product that I groused about spending $10.00 on. I maybe spend three minutes putting on spackle when I have to and never intentionally take the time to remove that spackle at the end of the day. I’m not a good girl.
So my next step is to call my local fancy-face-stuff representative and friend and explain my dilemma, then call the fancy-face-stuff place and see if they’ll keep their fancy-face-stuff and give me back my money.
Wish me luck!