Last week I was shopping at the mall to make a quick stop at Macy’s for makeup. I had several purchases to get which was going to take more time than I wanted. (I certainly wasn’t looking for miracle cream.)
After trying a few powders, I browsed the new palettes out for fall and smelled some perfumes. I purchased my makeup and was on the way out the door when a saleslady asked me if I wanted to try the miracle cream.
Reluctantly, I agreed. What else do I have to do? I have no kids to pick up… live a little. So I sat down in the chair by the makeup counter, and she went to work.
Miracle Cream-The Stuff Really Worked
She started putting all sorts of products on me. I know why they do these free makeup applications; it’s to get us to buy. But I am smarter than these women.
I wasn’t going to fall for their tricks. I was going to take my free make-over and run when I was done. And maybe leave with a few free gifts. I know how this works.
After she put a few things on me, I noticed how much I liked the miracle cream. Wouldn’t you know the stuff was $125 a bottle? She got me. I really liked the stuff. I REALLY liked it. $125. This will never be an approved budget item.
I must say that’s nuts for moisturizer, but this stuff was so creamy and rich. It glided on me and made my makeup look so much better. My creases and smile lines disappeared. Could I dare say I looked younger and brighter?
Okay, I am exaggerating, but I really did think I looked better. I talked her into a sample just to see if it was really that good. Obviously, I know it’s that good, but I have to make sure.
I Have All Sorts of Tricks
I’ve used the “miracle cream” for several days now. Wouldn’t you know it’s like the first moisturizer that doesn’t do horrible things to me? No huge whelps, no red spots, no swelling. Ugh.
I ‘m now trying to figure out all sorts of money laundering tricks to get the moisturizer without it running through the main accounts where DH (Dear Husband) will notice.
Let’s see…pay half cash, one-quarter gift card, one-quarter Macy’s card. Coupons? No, it’s makeup. Order online and use Discover credit. PayPal credit maybe? I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve.
No Shame in My Quest for Youth and Beauty
Can you imagine an actual conversation with DH regarding moisturizer that’s $125 a bottle? I tremble at the thought. I think I will go in for another free trial size. Hopefully, I will get another saleslady who doesn’t know me.
I’m not sure how long I can keep up this gig without buying the stuff. I am still determined that I can find it discounted on eBay, Amazon, or maybe have it shipped from China 5th class by way of a freighter. Until then I am rationing the stuff – using it every other day.
Maybe I will sink low enough to cut open the plastic sample tube when it’s out and dig for the last drop. I really have lost all shame. There is no end to the quest for youth and beauty.
I Will Not Talk to the Ladies at the Make Up Counter
In the future, I will remember this and run, not walk, past the beauty counter.
I vow I will no longer succumb to the sirens of Chanel, Lancome or Estee Lauder calling me at every corner to come try their potions and lotions. I will not listen as they beckon me with their calls of youth and beauty. Age is not important. (I’ll be back next week).
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