I’ve never been ruled by beauty or fashion. During my younger years, I considered myself a person of high ideals, far too serious-minded to care about superficial appearances. But fashion magazines and makeover shows were always a guilty pleasure.
Now that I’m on the downslope of my forties, I appreciate the power of clothes that flatter the figure, colors that brighten the eyes, and some serious undereye concealer. Do I always look great? Hell, no! I’m often thwarted by frugality, lack of time and patience, a demanding day job, and just plain laziness. But I enjoy trying.
Armed with handfuls of department store coupons and a growing arsenal of beauty products, I am trying to fight the (inevitable?) descent into frumpville. Bring your sense of humor and fight the frump with me!
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