The Cost of Getting Older
When I was younger, I never understood why older women spent so much money on cosmetics and clothes, when High Street brands of both were more than good enough for me.
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I thought: when I’m older and richer (I always assumed I would be richer), I won’t get blinded by luxury packaging and designer stores; I’ll keep on buying perfectly good High Street brands and spend all the extra money on fabulous things like fancy holidays, polo lessons and fast cars.
But now the big 4-0 is getting so close I can smell it, I suddenly ‘get it’. I get why older women spend more on clothes, makeup and skincare than younger ones: it’s panic.
Panic, and a certain belief that, the more you spend on an item, the more likely it is to skim over your gravity-stricken ‘curves’; to make you look younger; to ease the tiredness from your face; to erase the black circles and fill out the wrinkles.
Faced with an increasingly haggard face in the mirror, we start to root around, like pigs after truffles, for things that’ll disguise the ruin of age: we buy expensive tailoring to skim our figures, and cosmetics that prop up our sagging faces. When the High Street brands no longer perform, we throw more money at the problem until something actually does work.
Me, I’ve found my miracle cosmetics brand. Rodial. It’s stupidly expensive but, amazingly, almost does what it says on the tin, namely prop up my under-eye bags in the morning, and make my skin look like I’ve slept a bit. I’m yet to try the ‘Boob Job’ and ‘Bum Lift’ products but, if they’re anything like the day cream, eye cream and outstanding ‘Glamotox Peel’ products that I’ve already tried, they could well help me stave off the surgeon for a few more years. That almost justifies the price tag.
Just don’t tell DH.
