Sure, the holidays are the most wonderful time of the year, but there's something about all the do-it-yourself, Martha-Stewart-perfectionist pressure that can really bring a girl down.
I have a 35-year-old friend who tells me all the time to enjoy my crow's-feet-free eyes and sunspot-less skin. She waxes poetic about "when she was my age" like she's my grandmother, wistfully telling me stories about a time before she had to spend $300 a month on anti-aging serums and night creams.
'Tis the season to shop till both you -- and your bank account -- drop.
Running around from store to store trying to find the perfect gift for everyone on your list can be both exhausting and somewhat futile. After all, what are the odds of honing in on precisely what'll wow your Aunt Helen?
My bathroom beauty routine used to include lathering up with coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner, followed by a luxurious application of body cream, and a few strategic spritzes of Victoria's Secret Rapture.
