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Anti-Aging Products for Women Over Sixty

…or, we should say, Anti-Aging Gimmicks…

Barb Here:

My Friend for Life, Cathy, and I were walking down the street, chatting mostly, but looking into the shops, too. The men were wandering ahead of us, intent on finding FOOD (that is best uttered fiercely while smashing one’s fist into one’s chest. They were hungry.) Cathy was distracted by (it must be said) an attractive younger man offering free soap. After an encounter in Key West, I have learned to avoid these offers (there are two such stores on St. George Street in St. Augustine). Cathy was lured into the shop to “check out the soap” while I whispered, “This stuff is really expensive.”

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We Get Our 60-year-old Faces Gooped Up with Anti-Aging Products

Innocently, she smiled her mischievous smile and agreed to sit on the offered stool, so I shrugged my shoulders and joined her. We were privileged to have the right side of our faces treated with a dizzying array of products while our ears were treated to an equally dizzying sales pitch. From “ecologically friendly” to “I don’t make any money doing this; I’m just helping my friend,” we smiled, rolled our eyes, and gave an apologetic glance to our respective starving spouses when they found us. 

Having been the encourager in Key West, EW thought he knew what to expect, but he did not figure in the commitment of our non-salesperson. In Key West I received two treatments around my right eye taking just 15 minutes from start to finish. Here, thinking he had the perfect anti-aging products for women over 60 and two such ladies who wanted to look younger, had high incomes, and no self-control, we got the whole pitch. The whole if-we-wanted-to-achieve-these-results-at-home-$5000.00-sales-pitch. I laughed afterwards when Cathy’s husband said he was getting ticked off thinking she was going to buy $50.00 worth of junk. Talk about worrying about the little things!

Neither Cathy nor I succumbed, though she admitted after that she might have gone for a $50.00 item if it had been pitched. The “not a salesperson” refused to give us a card as this “deal” was only good right there in the store. (Sign number 636 that this business is not on the up-and-up as we define that phrase.) I’m pretty sure the photo of the two of us was right after he blithely mentioned the  $5000.00 cost. (Those eyes were not amused.)

Hmmm Anti-Aging Products Work? Who Knew?

But here’s the thing: The difference was noticeable; moreover EW noticed, as in, “Wow. The difference is unbelievable!” And later, “I cannot believe the difference!” This went on for a few days. I was not amused. He tried to back down a bit by telling me that he was really complimenting me. He wasn’t. The real me was the left half of my face. He was complimenting a $5000.00 (and limited edition) figment of his imagination.

Of course, EW’s effusive praise for the right side of my face made me feel a bit self-conscious. After all, this 60-year-old woman hasn’t done a lot for her skin other than SPF 30 and 50 sunscreen, and a bit of cleansing and moisturizing. No Botox, lift, special eye creams, masks—nada. No wonder I look (ahem) 49 on a bad day. Perhaps I should look into other options. Plus EW. I was definitely motivated by his “compliments”—but not the way he intended, perhaps. .

NOTE: Lest I pick on EW unjustly, do please note that once the hubs found us, he immediately took my phone and started taking photos for the blog. I love that man. 

Lynnelle here:

Who knew that expensive facial creams were being hawked like carnival ride? I had a similar pitch from a non-sales person in Las Vegas. We were walking through the shopping area of when the gentleman standing outside the boutique started talking to us – asking us about our skin, how we’d like a free facial, had we seen this new, miracle cream, they guaranteed they could take 10 years off your face, on-and-on-and-on, all for FREE; reaching out and almost physically pulling us in the store. Who ARE these people? Their previous employer was a touring carnival, I’m sure. 

I didn’t see a $5,000 package, but what was pitched to me was over $500 (which was 50% off) for 3 items. Geez.  Not sure the brand Barb was ‘introduced’ to, but my hawker worked for OroGold. You can check it out on your own. I’m so disturbed by the pushy sales tactics and over-the-top pricing I’m opting to NOT put a link here.  

Most ridiculous beauty treatment – EVER.

The award for the most rediculous beauty treatment?  Yes, I am embarrassed to admit that I am making this judgmental statement based on personal experience and am even posting physical proof.

My sister, Karen, was raving about this mask that you slept in.  Ok. Ok. I’ll bite. It MAY do something positive and I’m up for anything that will take a a year or two off this 60 year-old face . Unfortunately (or, was it?) the mask  was so uncomfortable (and embarrassing) I didn’t wear these things  more than a few times. But – try them I did. Yes. Barb calls it my “Jason Mask”. At least she did picked herself up off the floor and caught her breath from laughing so hard.

If truth be told, I have more than a few episodes of ridiculousness to share; the Chinese herb mixture you combine with an egg white and wear overnight, the ancient Ayurvedic Kansa facial wand massage… you get the idea. 

I can’t be alone in this. Tell me I’m not the only one experimenting different ways to keep my girlish glow.  What is your most ridiculous beauty ‘secret’? 

Lynnelle here:

I can’t add much to this post, except the fact that I had a similar non-sales pitch from a non-sales person at a cosmetic shop in Las Vegas. Who ARE these people? I didn’t see a $5,000 package, but what was pitched to me was over $500 (which was 50% off) for 3 items. Geez.  Not sure the brand Barb was ‘introduced’ to, but my non-pitch was for OroGold. You can check it out on your own. I’m so disturbed by the pushy sales tactics and over-the-top pricing I’m opting to NOT put a link here.  

Other than my eyebrow tattoos from 2008, I haven’t undergone any facial procedures either. No botox, fillers, lifts or otherwise. My go-to regime is Cetophil for the cleanser and a combination of moisturizers and creams so I can rotate them. I find (whether real or placibo) rotating facial creams (and shampoos) is good. For exfoliation I’ve used Oil of Olay Reginerist Thermal Mini-Peel but I just found out they’ve discontinued that. (Oh, no!) What they recommend as a replacement is the Reginerist Detoxifying Pore Scrub – but I’m not happy about that. What I liked about the former is that it wasn’t a “scrub”, per se. I’m on the hunt for something else. Stay tuned.

What are your favs?

Anti-Aging Products for Women Over Sixty

Face it, that horse has left the barn.

My Friend for Life, Cathy, and I were walking down the street, chatting mostly, but looking into the shops, too. The men were wandering ahead of us, intent on finding FOOD (that is best uttered fiercely while smashing one’s fist into one’s chest. They were hungry.) Cathy was distracted by (it must be said) an attractive younger man offering free soap. After an encounter in Key West, I have learned to avoid these offers (there are two such stores on St. George Street in St. Augustine). Cathy was lured into the shop to “check out the soap” while I whispered, “This stuff is really expensive.”

We Get Our 60-year-old Faces Gooped Up with Anti-Aging Products

Innocently, she smiled her mischievous smile and agreed to sit on the offered stool, so I shrugged my shoulders and joined her. We were privileged to have the right side of our faces treated with a dizzying array of products while our ears were treated to an equally dizzying sales pitch. From “ecologically friendly” to “I don’t make any money doing this; I’m just helping my friend,” we smiled, rolled our eyes, and gave an apologetic glance to our respective starving spouses when they found us. 

Having been the encourager in Key West, EW thought he knew what to expect, but he did not figure in the commitment of our non-salesperson. In Key West I received two treatments around my right eye taking just 15 minutes from start to finish. Here, thinking he had the perfect anti-aging products for women over 60 and two such ladies who wanted to look younger, had high incomes, and no self-control, we got the whole pitch. The whole if-we-wanted-to-achieve-these-results-at-home-$5000.00-sales-pitch. I laughed afterwards when Cathy’s husband said he was getting ticked off thinking she was going to buy $50.00 worth of junk. Talk about worrying about the little things!

Neither Cathy nor I succumbed, though she admitted after that she might have gone for a $50.00 item if it had been pitched. The “not a salesperson” refused to give us a card as this “deal” was only good right there in the store. (Sign number 636 that this business is not on the up-and-up as we define that phrase.)

Hmmm Anti-Aging Products Work? Who Knew?

But here’s the thing: The difference was noticeable; moreover EW noticed, as in, “Wow. The difference is unbelievable!” And later, “I cannot believe the difference!” This went on for a few days. I was not amused. He tried to back down a bit by telling me that he was really complimenting me. He wasn’t. The real me was the left half of my face. He was complimenting a $5000.00 (and limited edition) figment of his imagination.

Of course, EW’s effusive praise for the right side of my face made me feel a bit self-conscious. After all, this 60-year-old woman hasn’t done a lot for her skin other than SPF 30 and 50 sunscreen, and a bit of cleansing and moisturizing. No Botox, lift, special eye creams, masks—nada. No wonder I look (ahem) 49 on a bad day. Perhaps I should look into other options. Plus EW. I was definitely motivate by his “compliments”.

In addition to the research I’m doing regarding the bra situation, I started looking around for highly rated, fairly benign, easy to find, and reasonably priced skin care products. Fortunately, Good Housekeeping just happened to pop up in my FaceBook feed. Surprise! Also fortunately, the attached article was just what I had been looking for. And double surprise, the whole list of 49 products didn’t add up to $5000.00—and no one would purchase all 49, anyway. Many were competing products.

So, I made sure the link to the article was on my phone when I meandered into our local pharmacy and a nice clerk helped me find my two choices: ROC 5 in 1 Eye Cream and L’OREAL Revitalift Bright Reveal. Despite the name which seems to promise to reveal all wrinkles and brown spots, the latter is a day moisturizer with SPF30. Both companies need better writers for their packaging. ROC promises that their 5 in 1 Cream “Improves the look of dark circles, puffiness, dryness, dull tone, and wrinkles.” Seriously, improving the dark circles and puffiness isn’t the look I’m going for. 

Still, I purchased them, brought them home and dutifully took before photos. Because one can’t expect miracles for $50.00. EW will just have to wait a few weeks to get a younger looking wife. Hope he likes the improved dark circles and puffiness. Bless his heart.

NOTE: Lest I pick on EW unjustly, do please note that once the hubs found us, he immediately took my phone and started taking photos for the blog. I love that man. 

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The Pencil Test… or, Bras for Women over 60

Barb here:

Do you remember the original “Dear Abby”? That’s where I learned of the “Pencil Test” pertaining to deciding whether or not to wear a bra. She said that if you could put a pencil under your braless boob and it stayed, you needed a bra. Recently, the best reference I could find online was in Urban Dictionary and had no mention of Dear Abby. I guess one sign of age is when your prior references are now just urban legends. Another sign is that it’s more difficult to find good, reasonably priced bras for women over 60.  (Or at least this woman.)

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When I was a perky, just blooming 14-year-old, I enjoyed a carefree summer of halter tops. Since then, I’ve never been without a bra in public. By the time my college dorm mate and I conducted the pencil-under-boob test I had a perky C-cup. Even though the pencil fell to the floor immediately—I told her I was not comfortable going braless because, “They just move around too much.”

In addition, I had another complaint about my breasts: They did not seem to like each other. From the time I grew breasts, mine tended to gravitate away from center. I did not need “lift and separate”; I needed “lift and smoosh together”. I can remember being envious of the cleavage my pre-boob BFF achieved so easily. Her B-cups loved each other

Barb Researches Bras for Women over 60

Fast forward 40 years, and this lack of friendship among “the girls” is even more pronounced. Not only do they hate each other, they have increased to a D-cup and each seems to have a love relationship with its corresponding armpit. This is not attractive. As for the pencil test, I have a pair of two-pencil boobs—I can hold two pencils under each boob! (I may actually be able to hold more, but was so horrified I stopped at two.)

You’d think someone whose boobs gravitate away from center while carrying multiple writing implements would be interested and adept at choosing a bra. I am not. Furthermore, the “lift and separate” bra appears to be a thing of the past (or suitable for those over 80). Now it’s “push up” and I’m kinda scared about how far I should push. Finally, bra choice is even more complicated by the fact that some (bless their cross your hearts) cost what I’m willing to pay and others cost more than I could imagine. Until this year, it never occurred to me to purchase a $60.00 bra; now that it’s occurred to me, I’m terrified of bra-buyers’ remorse. And thus the dilemma of finding bras for women over 60.

Instead of walking into a discount or outlet store, trying on a gross of bras, and taking home five or six that kind of fit, I need to get educated on bras. I’m not looking forward to it. And honestly, as much as I love her, Lynnelle is not the person to help with this. Those of you who’ve read the BFFs post know why. We do not share boob issues.

Please, Help Barb Find a Bra!

So, Women of the HaT Tribe—those of you who have never used a round Band-Aid instead of a bra under a knit dress and those of you who have the ample pencil-holding handfuls of breasts you acquired naturally—I ask you to provide me with your favorite bras and why. Also, if they come in under $40.00 each I’d be grateful.

I began my research with this article about helping “mature women” to find a bra. Imagine my surprise to discover that my style of breasts have a name; My “girls” are of the East/West variety. Who knew? Once I do the more extensive research and gather my courage, I will put on my least embarrassing bra and venture out to get fitted and purchase Barbara’s Best Bra for East/West Breasts. There will be a post. There will not be a video.

Lynnelle here:

When starting this blogging adventure, I didn’t consider the fact that my boob secret would be published for all to see once – much less twice; twice in less than 1 month, no less. But since that cow (pardon the metaphor) has left the barn, let’s let it run free.

My boobs, whether God given or given by someone who just thought they were God, are far from perfect. They are not C cups (A½ – Yes, really.) My braless boobs could not hold a pencil or anything else without the aid of an adhesive. They are front and center and neither has a love affair with either armpit—or my waist, standing, sitting or lying flat on my back. I can run down the beach a la Bo Derek and not have one worry about blackening an eye nor creating a spectacle of anything bouncing or undulating in any direction—nothing above the waist, anyway. A view of me running away down the beach would surely make my backside look as if a litter of “puppies were fighting to escape”—but we’ll address the backside on another post.

Buying bras is typically no big deal for me. At all. My primary bra concern is not whether it lifts, separates, or smooshes together—but rather does it conceal the high-beams? My girls have TONS of personality. I can rarely go without a bra because that personality shows through. Shows REALLY well when it’s a bit nippy out (oops, I did it again). I wear a bra primarily to tone down the ‘personality’, so the bras I need must have a bit of density or padding. NOT a ton of padding because I don’t want to look bigger, just less perky.

Sometimes a Band-Aid is All Your Girls Need  

When I’m wearing a top made of a heavier material and in a darker color, I may not wear a bra. If it’s a top with a thin strap or racer back, I’ll opt for Breast Petals. Earlier, Barb mentioned the Band-Aid instead of a bra trick—that used to be me, before I found the Breast Petals. Band-Aids or scotch tape. But, Yow! Pulling the Band-Aids off hurt—and the scotch tape was even worse. I found the Breast Petals back in the late 90’s at Macy’s when I lived in NYC and was ecstatic! Today you can find the original single-use, flesh toned, adhesive breast petals all over as well as breast petals in colors, patterns, and shapes. Not only that, the breast accessory market has continued to grow. There are reusable, silicone breast petals; Fashion tape (to keep the gaping, plunging neck line in place); breast lift tape (self-explanatory); “invisible” push-up, reusable, self-adhesive bras (I’ll have to see that last one to believe it—if anyone has experience with that one comment here. I can’t believe they work for 1 or 2 pencil gals.); reveal bra (not quite sure about this one) and on and on. Who knew?

Whether your girls are a 1-, 2-, or like me, a 0-pencil pair, finding a bra may (or may not) be a chore. But it’s clear, the breast accessory market is booming well beyond the bras. And seriously, we will especially welcome your comments and ideas here. Especially Barb.  We need to find that woman a few good bras.

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Curse of the Aging Eyebrows

…or – I tuned 60 and what the hell happened to my eyebrows!?!

Let’s talk eyebrows.

Barb here:

I’m a natural blond with red highlights and wispy eyebrows and I have discovered that better eyebrows bring out my beautiful blue eyes. So guess what? I also learned that post-menopausal women tend to grow more eyebrows. Yippee! Not so much. Unfortunately, said eyebrows tend to come in two options only:

​1. Uber–wispy, pale uni-brow

2. Uber-wiry long singletons

Neither of these are useful or attractive.

Life’s Lists, Shoulds and Mlle Colette

Barb here.

Let’s talk lists.

I love “To-Do-Lists!

I really love crossing things off the list.

(I like that so much I’ve been known to write down a completed task just so I can cross it off. Some of you will relate.) 

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I’ve used all sorts of systems (the Franklin Planner being the most elaborate), read all sort of books, (Seven Habits of Highly Effective People and one of David Allen’s first books), and attended seminars; I’ve written the lists on yellow lined paper, fancy calendar binders, and a plethora of different software programs.

I’ve had color coded lists, lists with items marked A – D to indicate importance, and lists with stars or highlighter applied to indicate something along the lines of VERY IMPORTANT! DO NOW OR FAIL AS A HUMAN!

List management, with wine

I am really good at lists.

I’ve had life goal lists, daily and weekly to-do lists, monthly lists, and seasonal lists.While cruising, the lists were short and sweet. This year as my life has gotten more complicated, I again struggled with systems, software, and apps. (There are a plethora of apps for lists.) After polling my younger, tech-savvy Facebook friends I’m back to lined paper in my essential, must-not-lose-ever-notebook. I’ve incorporated a few tips from those past lessons, but keep it simple and focused.

How focused?

A while back I discovered a yellow pad with the “master list” I had written shortly after my college graduation. Some of the things on that decades-old list could be on my master list today—if I had a “master list”. For me, a “master list” consists of everything I think I should want to accomplish. Finding that old “master list” largely equaled the new one pulled me up short.

Some of the things on that list don’t need to be on any list of mine today – or any time. They were “shoulds” I picked up somewhere and added to the list for self-improvement, or self-importance, or self-something.

I like lists and I use them so that I can keep track of a whole bunch of things in my life and not forget the important and the urgent. (Did I get toothpaste? Yes.) But the big picture stuff? Those “shoulds” or self-I things? I have no patience for those anymore. I will learn, I will grow, I will achieve. As important, I am learning to accept those things that just aren’t going to change (now there’s an original concept) and banish them from the list.

Perhaps I can now cross “Learn to be an adult” off the list.

Yeah. Probably not. I’m beginning to actually understand that—even at 60—I’m a work in progress. Still, I’ll keep writing my To-Do-List and crossing things off.

Barb’s Happy Dance

It makes me happy.

I found a great article on Quartz about how to write a good to-do list. (Their version of “master list” is reasonable.)

We would love to know if you have a “To-Do” list and if its old school paper or 21st century app. Which app?

Lynnelle here.

Even at THIS age, at 60, it takes such discipline to not let the “shoulds” get to you, or the “theys” of the world who dictate the “shoulds”. I don’t need a list to screw me up about who, what and where I “should” do, be, know or have. As I’m again reinventing myself; transitioning from typical, full-time, professional employment to …self-employed blog-queen/travel writer… there are many “shoulds” (inclusive of “should haves”, “should nots”, and “should not haves”) looking me in the face, clamoring for attention.

“Lynnelle, you should….

  1. ​Get a normal job to have reliable income (& health ins. & vacation pay & retirement savings & …)
  2. Sell that Mercedes because you don’t need that ‘flash’ OR that payment. 
  3. Have saved more money.  
  4. Have started on this writing thing years ago; you would have a track record, by-lines and SALES by now.
  5. Sell the Hermes Kelly bag. It would cover the mortgage for 6 months.

You get the idea.

The above all revolve around money, which is clearly an issue when you go from a 6-figure income to … zero. The more sinister “shoulds” swarming around me like a cloud of black flies are about my self identity. Without the big job, who am I? Well, I know who I am – I’m still me; but the perception of who I am is different. Lynnelle the international banker conjures a different image than does Lynnelle the blogger/writer. We’re the same, but not perceived the same.

I  should  will…​

  1. Be secure in myself. Others’ perception of me is ultimately out of my control.
  2. Ignore those with negative comments, opinions or views about my life.
  3. Not base my self-image or self-worth on the perceptions of others.

Like Barb’s decade-old master list, I’ve been working on these three things my whole life, it seems. I’m so much more secure in myself now at sixty than then, BS (before sixty) – thank God.

ModernStoicism.com

But, there are times – like now – when you take your life in a completely new direction; reinventing yourself – again –  testing your grit. I’m dusting off and updating the secure-in-myself manual. One of the things I’m getting into is the Stoic philosophy. If you’re into that kind of exploration, this is the *book that introduced me to the Stoic philosophy, The Good Life. If you’d like to learn more about the philosophy of Stoicism, go to the website ModernStoicism.com, a non-profit organization that shares information, events and courses on Stoicism as a life philosophy.

I’ll be leaving the “Learn to be an Adult” manual, however, on the shelf.

Here’s an appropriate quote (found at Brainy Quote):

Mlle Colette

“You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.” —Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

By the way, Colette published “Gigi” in 1944 at the age of 71.

Go be astonished.

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