Clean skin

The other day I remembered a holiday with one of my sisters and her then small children. We went for a very fashionable  inn to have lunch and one of my nieces, at the time perhaps 4 years old, was happily munching away her lunch. A lady, the same age as I am now, was sitting next to us and looking at the little girl said with such sadness in her voice, that I never forgot it: "Ah, to have such lovely skin once again..."
 At the time I thought her rather weird, but since I have come many times to think about this sigh myself - you look in the mirror and the person who smiles at you is not somebody you really are acquainted with. Know the feeling?

It is and has always been a sign of health and wealth to have good skin.
So we religiously pop our Omega 3/6/9 Tablets, buy expensive creams in the dozen ( oh, the bliss of a new and expensive pot, every time promising eternal youth and beauty - and we silly things fall down in the trap each time over and over again.. But to be true: we Love  and even Believe it), we rush to the beauticians regularly, massage daily and most of all, we DO HOPE to make a difference if we only care enough. So far so good, no rest for the wicked.

As already our grandmothers told us, there are a few rules which, if you follow them religiously, will provide you with the utter bliss of clean and lovely skin until your very old age. (I would love to have those rules and a patent of them, because then I would be a rich woman - and then, what would be possible!!)

But, alas, experience and advancing age teach us one thing: It is not absolutely in our hands, no, it is not.

Be rich or poor, have happy or unhappy genes, the dreaded way of life, the lack of sleep with small children accumulated over the years,  too much smoking, staring at the computer screen for hours and excessive crying during the small hours of the night, too little fresh air and too much cupcakes to beat tiredness - all those villains indeed make our hopes for the skin bliss each time a little bit smaller. Misery.

And just a tiny bit more masochism: Remember the times, where we were dancing all night, coming home at 6.30 am, getting a shower and be off for the job, filled with a huge coffee and a croissant and at least 4 pieces of chocolate - and the skin was glowing and we looked like a young girl should look: fresh, peachy, happy and wrinkle less? Again: Misery, just to think about it.

But you can do indeed something: CLEAN YOUR SKIN. Every day, 7 days a week and 52 weeks a year and 87 years, etc etc.

It is as simple as that and not a miracle. All you need is a good (!) cleanser, some warm water and a piece of cloth to wash your face and neck with. And then some oil or a moisturiser and that is all you really need. Because concerning skin the motto is: the simpler, the better.

I know,  I know, some of you will laugh out loud, knowing me as the beauty junkie all my life - but, seriously, it boils down to such a simple regime...  Which will not impede me to try everything under the sun to see, whether there is a miracle out there. Promise!