Bits & Pieces
A short piece I did for fun
I may be a make up artist, but my skin doesn't give a damn!
People always comment "You've got lovely smooth skin."
They didn't see it yesterday, last week or last month!
On good days my skin can behave itself. Usually when it has drunk every bit of moisturiser it can lay its hands on.
I look in the mirror and think 'Yes, you look quite good today, no spots, no noticeable dry patches, skin does look smooth.'
Then I put on my glasses! I am now at the age when things have a nice soft focus filter over them without any aids. Even eating my meals requires additional help to see what is going into my mouth.
My skin is not as good as I first visualised. Dark circles under the eyes are the least of my problems. Overnight a host of pimples have taken up residence.
Yes, they may just be simple little lumps, easily disguised with a bit of concealer or foundation, but I know that there will be no getting rid of them for a few days, and even then, there will be worse to come!
That's right, those dry patches. The ones that no matter how much moisturiser or primer you utilise, your foundation clings to them like a limpet. Clogging around each flake with such intensity that you wished you had never bothered.
The intricacies of my skin was so much easier when I was younger. Then it was so smooth and plumped up with its natural collagen. No under eye or wrinkle concealers needed. A quick layer of foundation, eyes, lips, and I was ready to face the day ahead.
Now it is contending with all the ups and downs of the menopause. No two weeks are the same. Skin care can vary from a light touch to throwing everything at it, in the vain hope it will again look like that skin it once was!
Don't mention hot flushes. I admit to being very fortunate in not having to suffer those that are excruciatingly embarrassing - taking hold of your whole body and sending it into a red raspberry mode.
No, mine are night owls. Arms and legs flay everywhere in the vain attempt to find the slightest bit of cool air. Next minute, or so it seems in my semi-aware state, I am yanking the blankets back in place to ward off impeding icicles appearing on my limbs.
Sometimes waking with a headache and a face that looks like a boiled lobster, brings me to rosacea.
Yes, rosacea - not the most conducive condition to have when menopausal.
There you are, having spent the last twenty odd years managing to control that rosy red 'butterfly' that can suddenly appear on your face. Now it seems to have a life of its own, as it ecstatically wallows in the ever fluctuating heat of your skin.
No, there is no going back. My skin has now decided it needs double the care given before. Not only moisturiser and primer but it also requires its weekly or even twice weekly additional cleansing with Jojoba oil, especially during the colder months.
Oh yes, it can be really sneaky by deciding that you've spend far too much time in that well heated room!
It is a bit like a mind game between you and your skin during the menopause, battling both internal and external factors that you have little control over.
Keeping an eye out for subtle changes, in the dread that the smallest patch of dry skin can flare up into a strip of velcro.
You end up spending a fortune on brand named products that promise the earth; miraculously rejuvenating your skin. There is no such thing as anti-ageing cream your skin screams at you time and time again!
So I've finally learned my lesson and my credit card has issued a sigh of relief. Forget trying to find a magic cure to the menopause and ageing, I just use my skills and knowledge to create the illusion!