
The latest promotion from the award winning “Even More Gorgeous” cosmetic firm arrived in the mail yesterday morning. Proclaiming, “It’s here, it’s here!” the ad featured the “Glow Balms” collection; including the newest tint - “Pinky Swear,” described as a “warm pinky-brown that promises to add a youthful, sun-kissed glow to your cheeks."
Aw, glow. The very word evokes warmth, good health and youth. For women of a “certain age,” achieving the glowing skin of their youth - preferably with little effort - is the holy grail. Like many women, my dressing table is filled with countless, mostly unused, products that have promised to do just that.
But, once again, I was enticed. Perhaps this time I would actually fulfill this quest. Yet again I became convinced that an entirely new set of cosmetics would help me to attain smooth, supple and luminous skin. Bottom line, I wanted the skin of my younger years to return - minus the zits.
How to achieve this? Conveniently, the answer was on the backside of the promo piece. It was an invitation to hold a “Make Me Even More Gorgeous” makeup party, right in the comfort of my own home. And if I wanted to achieve this, I was certain my friends would want it too.
Not skipping a beat, I called the number listed and spoke with Molly, the local sales representative. Yes, of course, she would love to help me host a party. Faster than you could say “glow”, she sent me an evite invitation I could use to get the ladies together. Then Molly and the “Even More Gorgeous” products would do the rest.
Within two days, each of the invitees had RSVP’d “yes.” Our local wine and cheese shop delivered a selection of wines along with specialty charcuterie trays and chocolate covered cheesecake bites for dessert. The makeover party was on!
Molly was a true pro, presenting the line of cosmetics with grace and charm. Each guest was treated to a mini-facial followed by a full makeover tailored specifically for them. Creamy shades such as “Blushing Bride,” “Rose-Colored Glasses” and “Ole’ Rose’” along with the newly introduced “Pinky Swear,” promised to make each wearer even more gorgeous.
“Shimmer, tint, glow. Remember, these products are designed for multi-use ladies. Each little pot of glow can be used as a blush, a bronzer, all-over-tint and lip color, as well as a moisturizer. While, at first “blush,” these may appear pricey, believe me it is an investment in your future. You only need one shade, plus the appropriate cleanser and serums, to look even more gorgeous.”
And we believed every word. “Oh, my gosh!” exclaimed Chris. “My skin looks so dewy and fresh. I can’t believe that at the age of 65, I can look like this again. This “Rose-Colored Glasses” shade is perfect on me!
“I agree, I just love this makeup line” chimed in Mary. “This ‘Blushing Bride’ makes my skin glow, just like it did when I walked down the aisle all those years ago.”
The compliments flowed as freely as the wine. As each lady completed her makeover, oohs and aahs were voiced and all were thrilled.
Perhaps it was simply the combination of gourmet munchies and camaraderie, but this makeover party was a rousing success. It surely topped any of the plasticware parties we’d had in our earlier years as young wives and mothers.
Finally, it was my turn. I donned the pink and white “Even More Beautiful” cosmetic cape and prepared to be dazzled. First, a gentle cleansing with a product specially tailored for my (ahem) more senior-leaning skin. This was followed by a simple makeup regimen Molly promised would fulfill my quest of a more youthful image. Would the bags under my eyes diminish and my crow’s feet disappear? Would I look - at least a little - like the youthful news anchors I so envy on my favorite cable news program? Would I emerge glowing?
I opened my eyes, and all was revealed. There in the mirror was a fresh-faced woman, in the springtime of her life, glowing right back at me. “Yes, of course, I’ll take it all” I heard myself say to Molly. “Here’s my credit card.”
As the party wrapped up and my last guest departed, I was thrilled at the results. For the remainder of the day, I couldn’t help but sneak a peak in every mirror I passed. I was hopeful that I could achieve the same results, all on my own, tomorrow.
As I happily drifted off to sleep, my dreams turned to the only remaining question - how long before CNN calls for an interview for that new anchor position?
© 2024 Annie Sokoloff
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