I grew up slathering my face and hands with Oil of Olay. One of those things you do without ever stopping to think about it because your mom always did. I even kept a bottle in my desk at school. Until that day in the sixth grade when John VandenHoogen notices my jar and mocks me saying, "Oooooooh! Oil of Olay! It came make you look younger too! Goo Goo Ga Ga!"
And right then and there I suddenly wondered, "Why do I use this stuff anyway?!"
Well, it was the one beauty secret my mom had always imparted on me: Oil of Olay will keep your skin beautiful forever. And she always looked naturally beautiful. No makeup at all.
But that day in sixth grade, I gave it up for good. I didn't want to look like the baby John VandenHoogen said I'd become.
Twenty Seven years later, while strolling through Belltown in Seattle, I stopped at one of my favorite neighborhood cafes for a light lunch: A roasted beet, goat cheese and arugula sandwich and a Perrier. And it was delightful.
After lunch, I strolled around for several hours, shopping and enjoying the city before heading back to our home away from home.
And when I stepped into the bathroom to re-apply my lipstick, I noticed something wrong with my lips. Purple lines were shooting out from my lips all around. What on earth was this?! I scanned back through the day in my mind, wondering how on earth this could have happened to me. The Beet Sandwich! I shreaked. It had revealed something I never knew I had. Lip lines. And I, and all of Seattle discovered I now had them.
Thankfully, I recovered from my initial shock of learning that I'm aging and have taken up moisturizer once again. But I'll tell you what, it may be a while before I eat another Beet Sandwich.
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