I was raised by a mother who lovingly took me up to the Clinique counter on my twelfth birthday for my "computer analysis" (remember that plastic hunk of junk and those sliders?) to determine my 3-step skin care program (soap, toner, and moisturizer). By the time I was in my teens, I had graduated to Erno Laszlo's Sea Mud soap (the stuff that turned your sink black) + 30 splashes therapy. Needless to say, the importance of taking care of one's skin was taught to me at an early age.
Over the years I haven't strayed much from my original cleanse-moisturize routine, in fact, as I approach 40 I have recently begun to use Sea Mud soap again mainly because it smells like the 80's and that makes me giddy. I haven't used toner since practically searing the skin off my face with Sea Breeze toner in 1981 (who else remembers the acid burns?), but I still moisturize everyday and have a bathroom cupboard full of potions and creams to soften and smooth every part of my upperbody from forehead to shoulders. (My stomach and thighs remain butter-soft due to a nice padding of fat.) But nothing is more important to me than a good firming, anti-wrinkle eye cream.
I would forgo my favorite facial moisturizers (Guerlain Orchidée Impériale cream and Clinique Super-Defense) and everything else in my moisture arsenal to be able to keep my eye creams, of which I use three on a regular basis:
As I've said before, I wear cheap shoes so I can buy expensive cookware, and I would lump eye creams into that category, although the Pond's is a steal. I'm not one to go running for Botox and am too much of a control freak to ever consider surgery, but I can stave off the crow's feet for as long as I can. I don't mind getting older, just don't want to feel older. I'll win the fight... until I start to lose it. Like the battle I'm losing with my ass.
—Stefania/CityMama