A Magic Potion

You know what I got tired of throwing away? Beauty creams.

I’m a girl. I like to look nice. And nothing is nice about irritated skin, the kind of skin that I possess. Fussy. Flaky. Downright petulant when blusher and eye shadow are applied.

For decades I’ve used everything recommended by doctors to make my skin behave. I’ve used everything hawked in television ads, the ones with models and moms who all glow with gorgeous skin. I’ve used everything from expensive salves to cheap grocery store gunk. Nothing purchased for the purpose has held my sad skin intact.

Oh sure. The products work great the first few times out of the jar-tube-packet. Truth be told, so would Elmer’s Glue. But soon the irritation returns, then the product (or collection of products including cleanser, toner, finisher, daytime moisturizing sunblock, night time repair, etc, etc) gets pushed to the back of the cabinet, the necessary holding area before finally entering the trash bin. Hundreds and hundreds of dollars! Probably thousands, all thrown into the trash bin. Wildly irritating.

My wallet and brain cells grew weary. So let me just share the inspiration provided by my sister who, after preparing a meal, idly rubbed her hands together and then admired the luster on her fingernails. She lit a bulb in my brain with that simple action many months ago, and I’ve been doing the following ever since. If you also missed the genetic gold ring for simply lovely skin, maybe this will help you as it has surely helped me.

Just guess. Two words: Olive oil. (Talk to your dermatologist unless you’re completely sick of sitting in the waiting room.)

I keep a small dark bottle of organic olive oil tucked away in a cool bathroom-area cabinet. First, I wash my face with an inexpensive bar of glycerin-based non-soap bought at the supermarket. Then I moisturize with a few drops of the olive oil. Just drops. Organic olive oil may not be cheap, but it’s already in the house and I only use drops! If this moisturizing regimen, after the expense of the eye dropper, costs four bucks a year, I’d be shocked.

Sure, sure. My husband greets me in the evening with a hug and a kiss, and immediately wonders, “Where’s the balsamic vinegar?” But it works. I wear makeup without pain! People tell me that I look great! They’re so sweet. And they’re so right because I do!

It’s as if the salad days have returned.

Meg Livergood Gerrish

Meg Livergood Gerrish

Partnered with her husband, Meg Gerrish has combined their love of a specific social beverage and her compulsion to give opinions whether anyone asks or not into the website Unoaked Chardonnay. Their review approach is unorthodox, compared to most, but their passion for finding and trying all the unoaked Chardonnays available is unwavering. It’s a mission: “Our hobby, our job, someone has to do it.” Meg worked many years for an ad agency that became wildly famous as soon as she retired. She is currently working on a novel, as are most people.