Disclaimer: I totally lifted this from my 12/30/09 post on my other blog Women of a Certain Age. No sense reinventing the wheel.
Every Christmas, Santa fills my stocking with delightful small items; but this year he blew it. This year, he included something I viewed with intuitive alarm: a small, round extreme magnification make up mirror. Now, I don't know about you, but when you are a women of a certain age, you do not want to view yourself in the extreme. You may need an average magnifying mirror in order to better see your face without squinting while you apply makeup. Extreme is another matter. The number of times this thing enlarged my eye was so unexpected and abrupt, I dropped it in dismay.
I look in the mirror every morning before and after makeup. I am an optimist. I generally feel I have very few lines or wrinkles or even age spots. My skin is still on the oily side so I haven't the crepe paper texture so often associated with aging. However, this mirror shows all my blemishes, crow's feet, enlarged pores and more. It's like putting myself under a microscope and recoiling from what I now see. Aarrggh!
Don't get me wrong, I am trying very hard to age gracefully, sans face lifts, botox and whatever else people use to slow the process. But, I still have my illusions and that mirror will shatter them if I keep it. Can't break it as I'll have seven years of bad luck.
I think I'll wrap it and give it to one of my friends.
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