Charcoal. The proverbial chunk of coal pressed into a diamond leaves centuries of untold drama in its wake. Now I don’t care if that’s urban legend or gospel. I like it, so I accept it. These days truth depends on what newspaper you read or which commentator you listen to on television, so I feel free to believe anything I want. I believe coal becomes diamonds, and I have no facts to dispute it. I barely survived chemistry. Four times. You have no idea how sad I am to admit that, but it leaves me free to believe the very best about the lowly lump of coal.
What I do know about charcoal, however, excites me. Did you know that charcoal can, all by itself, pull at least a thousand times its weight of impurities from your skin? Charcoal serves as a natural filter, lifting toxins from the aggregate form. In a mask like Cackle Spackle, it lifts oil, dead cells, and debris to clean your pores and make your face squeaky clean. That just plain makes me smile.
You see, take away the jewel-toned packaging. Take away the cute name. Take away the competitive pricing. What remains cleanses, purifies, detoxifies. It is a high quality product. I tried Cackle Spackle, and let me just tell you this: If you are 68 going on 69, you do not need this mask. It lifted dirt, cleansed pores and residual oils. Probably all the residual oils I’d been storing up for a rainy day. Afterwards my skin was D-R-Y. I need a gentler mask. Envy This, a caffeinated mask, hits the spot for me. But masking? The truth is, everyone ought to mask. Yes, that means you!
Now let’s be honest. Are mermaids real? The new Posh line focuses on mermagic…and we all know that mermaids aren’t real…or are they? An old tale in Women who Run with the Wolves talks about a mermaid who changes skin to live on land, and from it I learned be true to yourself. The mermaid spoke to me as if she was real. The lesson was certainly both valued and real.
What is real about the new Posh line is great colors. Great scents. Great names. Lots of glimmer and shimmer. Great products. Also real about Posh are thousands of results and satisfied customers. You see, Posh consultants are all, every last one of them, Posh addicts who love the product so they share it with friends. Well, friends and family and neighbors and strangers. Actually, we hoard our favorites. We have no shame when it comes to Posh.
Posh consultants are nothing like sales ladies at a local drug store or Macy’s or Sephora’s. We didn’t apply for a job because we wanted a paycheck. We fell in love with a product and the paychecks came after. This is an important distinction. How many women do you know who are so absolutely devoted to their moisturizer and their mask and full product line that they keep six on hand…just in case? Look at your Posh lady’s stash and you’ll see what I mean.
It’s mermagic. Plain and simple mermagic, and even the littlest mermaids at our house love Posh. Every last one of them.
Scraping the debris of life requires concentrated effort. Sure, I can sail along ignoring issues for a long time, but eventually life looses its fizz and feels flat. Anxiety mounts. Something feels wrong. It takes a mental backhoe to dig down to the bedrock of hurts and issues too long ignored.
A daily scrub of introspection eliminates all that. Yes, just taking time each day to look at my heart and mind circumspectly, leaning against a heavenly measuring stick, keeps my soul squeaky clean. I like to add some Bible; I’m a huge fan of the Psalms. The trick lies in finding time. I am seldom alone, and all these people in and out of the house insist on talking to me! When the boys were growing up I often hid in the bathroom. Now that I’m old I pretend I’m napping. Sometimes it works, but don’t tell them.
I love a scrub in my shower as well. Posh does scrubs really well. Eco-beads, bits of loofah, seeds…all kinds of organic action work together to exfoliate and cleanse. I get those annoying little bumps on my skin–keratosis pilaris if you want the medical term. A Snarky Bar eliminates them. Try one. You’ll thank me later.
Surface. The skin’s surface memorializes a remarkable tale of our life’s adventures in laugh lines, worry lines, and a myriad of “imperfections.” Spending a week in Paris, a city where the surface, the presentation is everything, prompted some introspection.
In everything from food to fashion to architecture, the French care as much about the facade as the function. Grand on a scale beyond measure, the superficial assumes gigantic proportions. And yet, what I loved most about Paris was all that lay underneath. Subtle seasonings. A shower the size of a walk-in closet. The shape of things.
Life is more about what goes on at the cellular level than what we create as a portrait of ourselves on the surface. Keeping it basic. Sustaining health. Being real. That’s what I love about Posh. We talk a lot about “naked face” and achieving a healthy skin that speaks volumes about the state of the body underneath the surface.
Skincare is basic. Cellular. Healthy. Cosmetics are surface, illusory, presentation. The building blocks of healthy, glowing skin include a good facial cleanser, a weekly mask, and moisturizer appropriate for your type of skin. Drink lots of water. Apply sun block. Covering up my life’s journey is the farthest thing from my mind. Being healthy and being real epitomizes my life’s aspirations. Let’s talk…I’ve got you covered, in more ways than one. (See what I did there? LOL.)
Family gatherings…a time to spoil your peeps with the best food and fun. My family comes home twice a month for family dinner and I am always excited to have them. After being gone three weeks, I was over due, so this week it was a highly anticipated event.
The birthday boy requested taco salad, so I of course upped the ante with some home made guacamole. For an appetizer I decided to try my hand at potato skins…can I just say yummy? Here’s how I made them:
A day ahead:
- Fry up a pound of bacon. When it’s nice and crispy, crumble it up into small bits
- Dig up some green onions and chop them into thin slices. Peel a few whites apart for little rounds.
- Clean and dry your potatoes. Place each on a square of foil. Drizzle on some olive oil and roll the potato to coat the surface. Liberally sprinkle on garlic salt and pepper on every side. Roll them up and bake until tender.
- Wash away the onion scent with Gender Bender
- Cut each potato in half. Scoop out some of the potato to save for scrambled eggs.
- Salt each potato. Fill with cheese and crumbled bacon. (I had some bbq pork, but at the last minute decided not to use it. Not necessary!)
- Baker at 350 for 15 minutes, add more cheese and bake another 5 minutes.
- Top with a dollop of sour cream, green onions and the last of the bacon bits.
- Wash away the onion scent with Gender Bender
We consumed them. Wait, it’s more accurate to say we inhaled them. They were great. I loved every minute of having them home. First Sundays all the littles have recitals and play us something they’ve learned, so that was a treat.
And if you don’t like the smell of onions on your skin? That’s right. Get some Gender Bender. $9. It’s a steal! Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on COLLECTIONS, click on CHUNKS. It’s good for just about everything!
How did we slide from shiver to sizzle so quickly? We left for Paris with snow in the forecast and came home to a sauna. Spring simply failed to show up.
This weekend we sweltered through five soccer games. It occurred to me, part way through Saturday, that I own a business with sun block in the moisturizer…and guess who forgot to put it on? You know, it only works when it’s on the skin. I learn that lesson again every year, never expecting it to be hot so soon. I’m a slow learner.
The bottom line is really very simple: the sun is not your friend. I know gals love that glistening golden look, but there’s more than one way to get that glow. Fake it Till You Make It, applied regularly, creates the look safely.
No one thinks melanoma lurks in their future, except me, of course. I grew up in an age when everyone slathered on sun tan lotion and headed to the pool for the day. It was like frying chicken on concrete. I suffered through at least one doozy of a sunburn every year, often two or three. One year I had blisters on top of blisters, and the doctor wanted to hospitalize me. I obviously get checked for skin cancer on a regular basis.
But other women, the ones who don’t think they will ever be diagnosed with skin cancer, need to take the threat seriously. Men have the highest incidence of melanoma as they age, when those years of working out of doors begin to catch up with them. In short, these two products are perfect for everyone this season of the year!
Now, no judging! I freely admit we’re hooked on old Westerns. They’re short. There’s always a clear cut protagonist, with good versus evil blatantly discernible. We honestly don’t mind black and white television. At the inception of our nation we were blessed with colorful moral giants like Washington and Madison. Now heroes pale in comparison. Our world seems turned inside out.
And watching them, I can’t help but notice how spoiled we are as a nation, how spoiled I am. My grandparents and great grandparents all lived simple lives. And me? I live amid time-saving gadgets galore, with more furniture and comfort than any generation before me. Do I appreciate it or take it for granted? You know, since I happen to be writing this piece, that I favor counting my blessings. I love our comparatively simple home, deficient closets and pea-sized kitchen notwithstanding. But I’m a simple person. I mean, I go bananas over all the new Posh.
I’m addicted to the colorful packaging, the delightful scents, the cute verbiage. The re-emergence of the Beach Blanket BFYHC is something the Posh girls campaigned for, because we love that coco-nutty scent. The new snarky, packed with bits of loofah, tickles my fancy. And the new scrub! I’m in heaven!
My mom loved to tell the story of me running through the house, clamoring to see “Quiet Earth.” No one knew what I was talking about, until Hugh O’Brien appeared on the screen one day. Yeah, I love simpler times, and I love the idea of simplicity…but I live in the 21st century, and I need my Posh! You know what? Quiet Earth was something of a ladies’ man, and I think he’d have liked it too! You can find it on my site. Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on hand creme.
One of the most charming things about France is their language. I speak none of it. Well, take that back. I came knowing bonjour, bonsoir, merci, and thanks to The Little Mermaid, la poisson. I now know how to ask for the check as well. I’m a slow learner.
We are staying at a hotel with only two English channels, one dedicated to sex and the other to violence. I prefer spending offering my own subtitles to French TV. I enjoy listening to the graceful, lilting phrases and find myself far more entertaining with my own interpretations.
Yet, despite the obvious language barriers, we thrive, we find our way around eventually, we order food, we enjoy Paris. We discovered the universal language of a smile speaks volumes. These lovely people stop and help and smile back. Countless ordinary people on their way to buy food or pick up dry cleaning took time to give us directions and part as friends. A delightful wait staff proved ever helpful. Of course, I gave away a lot of Posh as thank yous. They always smiled back.
I wonder how different our world would be if we started over at Babel, none of us speaking the same language, reduced to smiles as tokens of good will. Smiles seem a more valued commodity these days, and yet they also represent the cheapest way to communicate. We need toothy grins and genuine smiles. Every day. I plan to try communicating more that way when I get home. If I pretend not to understand you and simply smile, it may be I’m hard of hearing…but it may not!
Surface. The skin’s surface memorializes a remarkable tale of our life’s adventures in laugh lines, worry furrows and a myriad of “imperfections.” Spending two weeks in Paris, a city where the surface, the presentation is everything, prompted some introspection,
Everything from food to fashion to architecture in Paris is all about presentation. Grand on a scale beyond measure, the superficial assumes gigantic proportions. The number of cathedrals and all their grandeur remains masked in looking at the everyday culture. Yet what I loved most about Paris was all that lay underneath and less noticeable. Subtle seasonings, marble slabs, triangular street corners and the shape of things.
Life is more about what goes on at the cellular level than what we create as a portrait on the surface. Keeping it basic and sustaining health, just being real is something I love about Posh. Skincare is basic. Cosmetics are surface, illusory, all about presentation. The building blocks of healthy skin include a good facial cleanser, a mask for detoxing, moisturizer. I’ve got you covered! If you wish to consider the anti-aging products, we have them. But all of Posh is about the naked face. We believe in wearing good skin, being the healthiest and most vibrant you possible. Personally, I use our anti-aging products because I love them, but I also love tracing the journey of my life across my face. It’s okay to be 67. You can find these amazing products on my site at http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on LOOK NATURAL.
Mother’s Day looms before us, and I’ve got you covered! Posh pampering is the perfect gift for your sweet mama. Let me tell you why:
- Shea butter and cocoa butter make our creamy body butters sinfully decadent for dry, parched skin.
- Sustainable palm oil gives our chunks that great cleaning action a mom’s hands need fifty times a day.
- Essential oils create a delightful lasting aroma in all Posh products. From Never Grow Up face cream to a Big Fat Yummy Hand Cream, your mom will love Posh.
- Magnesium salts make our bath products second to none. A tired mom always appreciates a good soak!
Moms today carry more responsibilities than the highest paid CEO, but remain the most under-appreciated, under-compensated and unrecognized heroes in America. Feminism labored to give women equal rights, but in the process denigrated many a woman’s most basic calling, that of motherhood. Moms run errands, fix meals, do the laundry, clean the home, comfort boo boos, train the next generation, run side businesses, serve the community, take care of elderly parents, and often work full time at a paying job. Every mom secretly wears a cape and magical bracelets and way too many hats. Go to my site: http://www.madaboutposh.com and order your mom some sweet pampering today!