The Sun is Not Your Friend

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.

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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!

 

 

Quiet Earth Would Have Loved Posh

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.quiet earth

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.

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MerMagic…or in other words, lighten up!

mermaid.JPGThe new Posh line tantalizes my senses and my imagination.  Mermaids!  Shimmer and glimmer.  All things cool and bubbly.  Actually, I never wanted to be a mermaid.  After all, I can’t swim.  I know.  I took swim lessons many a summer, but always dropped out when I got sunburned.  I excel at holding onto the side and kicking.

That doesn’t stop me from being a Posh mermaid, though!  A sparkling face wash, a shimmery scrub–wowsers!  Here’s the thing.  We take life too seriously.  We need to lighten up.  Posh keeps me smiling while offering me the best skin care on the market.

Intentionally smile today.  Tell a joke.  Put a grin on a post-it note memo.  Skim right through those Facebook texts screaming about the next scandal, and post instead something that edifies.  The mood in America fluctuates between gloom and volatility, and you never know what will spark the next hullabaloo.

It’s up to you.  It’s up to me.  Intentionally lighten the discourse and the burdens of those around you.  In turn, you’ll feel a lightening in your own soul.  I may be just one person, but I will be one person who lightens my own little corner of the world.  I just happen to do it with style and glimmery Posh.  Want some?  Go to http://www.madaboutposh.com.  mermagic

The Fabric of Life

It used to be the norm.  Multi-generational families were common, and still are in other countries, especially in Europe.  In America we got away from that dynamic and our culture shifted into rugged independence rather than being inter-connected.  We accepted teenage rebellion as a norm rather than the disease it truly became, a harbinger of separation and distrust.

Along the way we lost something, something really valuable.  Grandparents pass down family history and mores.  They reinforce parental values.  Blending fosters emotional health and purpose for the grandparents, while it creates a cocoon of support for the littles.  My own life was enriched by a grandmother who taught me to knit, by in-laws who taught me frugality, by a mother who taught me perseverance.  Parents scurrying off to work and then trying to keep a household running in the evening can’t squeeze it all in between supper and bedtime.  Turn to grandparents to fill that missing link.

Owning a business is a great way to keep the fabric intact.  Many grandparents babysit, but I suggest turning part of that time into a purposeful, multi-generational endeavor. Littles can help, developing a work ethic as they enjoy time together.  Seniors on fixed incomes benefit from all the perks of a side hustle.  Of course, I sell Posh–but choose something that fuels your passion.  Turn a hobby into income, or join a direct sales network with all the support built into it.  The wide world beckons you.  Beckon a little to be part of your venture!  Everyone wins.  (If you wish to join me, go to http://www.madaboutposh.com and click on JOIN.  I will contact you asap!)

Show Some Teeth

One of the most charming things about Paris proved to be their language.  I speak none of it.  Well, take that back.  I went knowing bonjour, bonsoir, merci, and thanks to The Little Mermaid, la poisson.  I now know how to ask for the check.  But I never tired of listening to it.

We stayed at a hotel with only  two English television channels, one dedicated to sex and the other to violence.  How do they view us, anyway?!!  We spent a great deal of time offering our own subtitles to French TV.  We were never accurate, but far more entertaining, if I do say so myself.

Yet, despite all the obvious language barriers, we thrived.  We found our way around.  We ordered food, a lot of food.  We enjoyed Paris.  We discovered the universal language of a smile speaks volumes.  These lovely people stopped, helped, and smiled back when presented with a smile.  Countless people, since we were always lost, who were busy running errands or heading to appointments took time to give us directions and help us on our way.  A delightful wait staff proved ever helpful.  We’d heard they didn’t like Americans.  That was not our experience.  What they liked were smiles.  Of course, I gave away a lot of Posh as thank yous.  They always smiled back.

I wonder what life in the good ole’ USA would be like if people smiled more.  Landing in New York, we found subcultures of people who also didn’t speak English.  They also were busy running errands and heading to appointments, but we found them far less friendly.  The national dialogue polarizing us filters into the mindset of a nation thriving on contention.  Like nothing else, a smile brightens a countenance and energizes a relationship.  It’s a universal way to engage others and create a happy space between two people.  I’m thinking we need more smiles.  Definitely.  Show a few teeth today, and see if you can get someone to smile back.

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When Machines Fail You

Facebook.  I doubt any of us missed the picture of a rich boy sitting on a booster seat testifying on the Hill.  It makes me wonder how our words cam to be regulated by such a curious phenomenon.

We love it.  We hate it.  We find it a fact of life.  But what happens when Facebook suddenly stops printing your blog?  You turn to customer support, of course!  This is a test piece to see if we have fixed the problem.

Show Some Teeth

One of the most charming things about Paris proved to be their language.  I speak none of it.  Well, take that back.  I went knowing bonjour, bonsoir, merci, and thanks to The Little Mermaid, la poisson.  I now know how to ask for the check.  But I never tired of listening to it.

We stayed at a hotel with only  two English television channels, one dedicated to sex and the other to violence.  How do they view us, anyway?!!  We spent a great deal of time offering our own subtitles to French TV.  We were never accurate, but far more entertaining, if I do say so myself.

Yet, despite all the obvious language barriers, we thrived.  We found our way around.  We ordered food, a lot of food.  We enjoyed Paris.  We discovered the universal language of a smile speaks volumes.  These lovely people stopped, helped, and smiled back when presented with a smile.  Countless people, since we were always lost, busy running errands or heading to appointments took time to give us directions and help us on our way.  A delightful wait staff proved ever helpful.  We’d heard they didn’t like Americans.  That was not our experience.  What they liked were smiles.  Of course, I gave away a lot of Posh as thank yous.  They always smiled back.

I wonder what life in the good ole’ USA would be like if people smiled more.  Landing in New York, we found subcultures of people who also didn’t speak English.  They also were busy running errands and heading to appointments, but we found them far less friendly.  The national dialogue polarizing us filters into the mindset of a nation thriving on contention.  Like nothing else, a smile brightens a countenance and energizes a relationship.  It’s a universal way to engage others and create a happy space between two people.  I’m thinking we need more smiles.  Definitely.  Show a few teeth today, and see if you can get someone to smile back.

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The Universal Language

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!

 

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The Naked Face

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.

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Good Vibes Conquer Fear

I have to admit.  I was sort of creeped out.  SO much water.  I felt it taking the subway to Brookyn to eat at St Anselm’s, just knowing water was pressing in from all sides.  This was a thousand times more.  Looking out the window was easy.  Clouds and more clouds.  But looking at the screen that very clearly showed the plane over nothing but water for as far as the eye could see, well, it creeped me out.

I know.  I’ve been preaching out drinking water, about the positive effects of water in the body, but here’s the thing.  I like it in my product and I like it in my tummy, not floating under me.  And I noticed that the only two flotation devices were situated at the far ends of the plane  Here I was sitting plumb in the middle.  In case of an emergency, both slippery little rafts would be full long before I got to the door.

Here’s the thing about fear.  You control it, not the other way around.  So here I am, writing notes for Leadership Camp, working on my blog, eyes off the screen, ignoring the turbulence.  I find it’s the same all through life.  Taking a risk, starting a business.  You control life, not the other way around.  Feel free to join me.  It’s a thrill a minute around here, 35,000 feet in the air.

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