Whether the bane of adolescence still dots the landscape of your face or you want to embark on self-improvement, blemishes never feel welcome. We look at furniture, and scour the surface looking for blemishes that either add character or decrease value. That summation really says it all.
We subsist in a surface value kind of world. Blemishes rarely add value, unless they’ve been added with chalk paint and stain. The shabby chic crowd seem to prefer these self-inflicted blemishes on their furniture, but a scratch on a modern piece nixes the sale. They aren’t really blemishes in the chic world we admire, we think of them as art.
Blemishes, sadly never garner an ounce of respect. The first inclination when one surfaces, either on the face or in one’s life, always, is a grimace. Only with practice do we learn to appreciate the story and then the meaning and finally the value in a blemish. A story too horrific to talk about leaves a scar on the soul, but realizing the truth learned and survived gives new meaning to that blemish scarring the heart. Growing grace for grace equates with living and learning, and I’m all for that. I just also believe in accepting the process.
The face, particularly, remains a canvas where we eliminate blemishes. I’m right there with you on that! I tried this new Posh product on a thirteen-year-old grandson whose face was dotted one morning with all kinds of pimples. One application. That’s right. One application of a dot on each one brought noticeable improvement. By day’s end each one was drying out and many faded completely.
You can find this amazing product on my site, at www.madaboutposh.com. Look at COLLECTIONS, specialty face. And as for the blemishes in your life. Either learn to assign new meanings or embark on self-improvement. I love art, though, don’t you? I’m a shabby chic lover at heart.