On a recent day off, I spent a great deal of time on the couch in front of the TV. My main purpose was to watch old movies, but I found myself channel-surfing at times when I couldnâ€™t find a film to hold my attention.
During that brief escape from reality, I couldnâ€™t help but notice the number of commercials touting beauty products â€” mainly for women, but the fellows werenâ€™t left out entirely.
I wish I had taken an actual count within a specific time frame, but didnâ€™t. Suffice it to say there were many.
If one were to actually purchase half the products recommended to acquire silky, soft and supple skin, it would take a large vehicle to hold all the stuff.
You could spend a literal fortune any direction you might choose to go.
Some of the things that are recommended are extremely time-consuming, which always makes me wonder what kind of individuals the market really is targeting. The ordinary working woman â€” if sheâ€™s anything like the people I know â€” canâ€™t sit in front of the mirror and play with her face for hours.
Donâ€™t get me wrong. I believe in healthy skin care, but only if it requires minimal time. I just donâ€™t have extra hours for oiling and powdering and pampering my face beyond what can be done in cursory fashion.
LaRoche-Posay, on an Internet site, lists the â€ś10 golden rulesâ€ť one should follow to have beautiful skin. They are:
â€˘Systematically cleanse the skin.
â€˘Apply a skin care product under your makeup.
â€˘Even out complexion.
â€˘Fix yourÂ makeup.
â€˘Sculpt the face with blush.
â€˘GlorifyÂ the eyes.
â€˘Enhance your smile.
â€˘Clean your brushes.
â€˘Remove your makeup every night.
Remember that last bit of advice as I share an incident about Aunt Hattie. This is an octogenarian with flawless skin.
Sheâ€™s not my aunt, but the aunt of some close friends. Since everyone in that family calls her Aunt Hattie, so do I when I refer to her.
Coincidentally, Aunt Hattie happens to be a redhead, so that may be another reason I feel a special closeness to her. We redheads are in a definite minority group, so we have to stick together.
And since I brought that up, Iâ€™ll point out that less than 4 percent of the world population has naturally red hair, according to the people who are deemed expert enough to report such. This statistic holds unless youâ€™re in Ireland, which has the second highest percentage of redheads â€” as many as 10 per cent of the Irish population reportedly have red, auburn or strawberry blond hair. I would feel like I belong.
But back to Aunt Hattie.
The last time I saw her â€” at an event connected to a wedding in my friendsâ€™ family â€” I couldnâ€™t help but notice her beautiful skin.
Sheâ€™s attractive anyway and dresses with style â€” the right accessories, appropriate jewelry, etc. â€” just an all-round classy woman who has embraced her advancing years with style.
Anyway, I asked about her beauty regimen and found out she doesnâ€™t use anything but soap to clean her face.
And most of the beauty moguls tell you to avoid soaps because theyâ€™ll dry out your skin or cause other problems.
The beauty advisers would do well to look at this womanâ€™s complexion before they make this kind of determination.
When I heard about the â€śjust soapâ€ť practice, I immediately asked â€śwhat kind,â€ť thinking it was probably some pricey, fountain-of-youth-type product that claimed to wipe away the years.
The response I got was surprising: â€śNo particular kind.â€ť
According to Aunt Hattie, soap is soap is soap. Whateverâ€™s handy, thatâ€™s what she uses.
I wasnâ€™t leaving this alone. Thinking she had to do more, I asked whether she used some magical night cream because something had to be giving her that near-magical glow that sets her apart from most females in the room.
This was the clincher.
You know the all-time rule about â€śnever go to sleep with your makeup onâ€ť? Thatâ€™s been preached to females from the time they first realize that thereâ€™s a need for skin care until they draw their last breath.
Aunt Hattie didnâ€™t pay any attention to this maxim, and guess what? It doesnâ€™t matter.
She goes to sleep every night in her makeup â€” and for a very good reason: â€śSomeone might call and I would have to go somewhere.â€ť
And she doesnâ€™t greet her public without it.
Thereâ€™s no point in arguing with success.
Lynda Hollenbeck is associate editor of the Saline Courier.