Saturday, March 23, 2013


Welcome back to SAVING FACE, a blog for the mature woman who refuses to be bullied by the indignities of aging and celebrates all of its blessings!



Five weeks ago I posted a comment in response to a post on The Bloggess, which was titled, "HOLY ****, WHY IS THERE A THREE INCH WHITE HAIR ON MY FOREHEAD?"

I'm including my comments on todays SAVING FACE post, because, as comment number 742, I doubt very much it has been widely viewed, and it is relevant to this weeks blog subject.


1) I was diagnosed with a teensy melanoma on my right ankle a couple years ago, which was treated by carving a chunk of skin out of my groin and sewing it on the large hole that had been cut out of the area where the melanoma had resided....effectively terminating any hopes of a career as an ankle model, and launching me into an obsessive preoccupation with all weird things skin related...(Yes, that's the "Could kill you if it doesn't get caught in time Melanoma"....See my previous post "MELANOMA IS REALLY, REALLY SCARY")

2) I can't see worth **** anymore.....Joys of aging....And I feel like a total dork wearing my glasses when I shower or perch on the bathtub edge, so of course I can't really see what I'm doing when I shave my legs and groom my feet.

3) I also have pretty bad osteoporosis in my spine, which makes it extraordinarily difficult to bend over to perform "Soins de Pieds" (Foot Care), without risking my little vertebrae squishing like wet cheerios....

4) Needless to say, shaving my legs has become a blood sport.


So last summer I was having a pedicure. (Safety first....let someone else bend over the feet.)  As the nail polish came off, I opened my eyes briefly in spite of being in a relaxed puddle from the massage chair, and almost screamed as I looked down.  About a third of the surface of my left big toenail was black!  My mind immediately raced to the only possible explanation for such grossness ....TOENAIL MELANOMA!  I swiftly photographed the appendage with my phone camera before nail polish was put back on, so I could shop the photo to all my friends and doctors for a game of "Let's make some scary diagnoses".

Well the diagnosis was, in fact, not scary.  The black grossness was a hematoma thingy most likely caused by my cairn terrier's habit of tap dancing on my bare feet when I turn on the garden hose.

THIS IS THE SCARY PART...Since I can enlarge photos on my phone to see things in more detail, I finally noticed that my big toe had a wicked soul patch...I'm talking a hair forest....Further contortions with my glasses on, confirmed that my other big toe, all the little piggies and the tops of my feet also sported fur.  I had no clue I had become Sasquatch.

And seriously, you would think that some charitable nail tech in the past few years would have said, "Hey lady, you're sporting some grim soul patches on your tootsies", or a beneficent friend might have gently pointed how cute it was that I was going for the Hobbit look with my summer sandals....But no...Vows of silence taken by all.

So now I've added my feet to the blood sports.

(If the feet hair wasn't bad enough, I finally noticed last week that I had a long Billy Goat Gruff whisker hanging from my chin....Again no clue how long it had been there.  Sigh.)



Though most of this blog's readers probably figured out BEST SHAVING PRACTICES by the age of thirteen, I have been late to the blood free shaving party.  I have only in this past year found a more effective way to shave my legs, and parts, without excessive bloodshed and with minimal post shaving itchiness.

1) Sit on the side of the bathtub, with feet and legs IN the tub. (This is critical.)

2) Rub a generous amount of Aquaphor ointment all over any area you plan to shave.  Aquaphor is a petrolatum based product, Vaseline would work as well.

3) Run some warm water, mix water with some Neutrogena Liquid Soap, and lather up your legs and parts.

4) Shave against the direction of hair growth on your legs, and with the direction of hair growth on your parts. Yes, your razor will get seriously gunked up and will need to be rinsed frequently and probably replaced fairly frequently as well.  Buy a bunch of throw away razors at the Dollar Store for goodness sake.

5) Rinse well. Pat dry gently with towel.

6) Be forewarned, your dogs might consider Aquaphor Ointment to be akin to a tasty meat marinade.  You may be subject to vigorous licking after shaving.  This, of course, is not allowed in our home.  Really.

There are many non-razor methods to remove unwanted and weird hairs.  Lasers, waxing, depilatories and electrolysis have their pros and cons.  For me the cons include PAIN, odor and cost, so for now I'm sticking to shaving and plucking.

       This is the crazed, toenail tap dancing, and Aquaphor obsessed cairn terrier.




Those of us who have gone down the route of waxing those intimate bits of the anatomy, thus avoiding the dreaded razor and creams, are aware of the benefits.  You know the ones, the soft, downy hair after regrowth, it lasts longer than shaving or creams etc. etc.

Some years ago, after a torturous experience at a salon in the north of England, I made the bold decision that if anyone was going to inflict pain on would be me.  Heck, I'd watched and endured for long enough to see that the art of waxing is a fairly simple skill. But upon taking on this task, I also realized that it requires some element akin to being a contortionist when doing it oneself.

However practice makes perfect and I persevered until I mastered the technique.  Little did I realize that it would also require some knowledge of fire fighting, burn management and resetting broken bones!


My man had gone golfing and I was alone in our home deep in the beautiful countryside of rural French Normandy.  Time to catch up with the household cleaning chores!  Tidying up a cupboard, I came across my supply of wax and seized the opportunity to address some tidying up in another area....that of the bush!

For those uninitiated in the art of waxing, this solid wax comes in a plastic container akin to a medium sized carton of yoghurt.

Note: With skill and used sparingly, the wax lasts for ages.  CPW is normally translated as Cost Per Wear, but in waxing territory stands for Cost Per Wax.  Well, the CPW for home waxing is minuscule compared to what the salons charge and.....I don't have to give myself a tip either!

The plastic carton is placed in a pan of hot water, which is kept on the heat until the wax inside the pot melts to a workable liquid.  On this particular occasion, there was only a very small amount of wax left in the carton.  So I estimated a time of around eight minutes to leave the pan on the gas stove whilst I went upstairs to finish another chore.

It was a beautiful blue sky day with a brisk breeze.  I heard the kitchen door slam close with the wind, and reminded myself that another five minutes would be long enough for the wax to melt.

I set the blame for all that follows firmly in the court of another skill of mine,"Always finding something else to do on the way!"

Imagine my horror upon opening the kitchen door and being confronted with a room filled with black smoke!  (I'm sure it was not more than five minutes, or maybe six at the most!)  I flung open all the windows in a bid to clear the room of smoke, and there, on the stove, was my pan in flames!

DILEMMA...What are those things one has been told to do in case of fire?  Yes......Wet a tea towel in water and put it over the flames.  Oh no!  It would have to be one of those many mornings in our rural life when the water supply had been turned off.

Think quickly girl, you are on fire!

OK, I'm thinking....You have gloves on, (unfortunately those dinky little surgical gloves), so let's grab the pan and run into the utility room where I have left a bowl of water for cleaning.  In the panic, my barefoot miscalculated the step up to the doorway, banging directly into the step.  Doing my best to keep my balance, this misstep, in turn,  caused what was remaining of the hot liquid wax to splash out of the pan on to my uncovered arm.  However, only a few steps away, was the probability of being able to extinguish the fire.  With a huge sizzle, the flames were no more.

Then I remembered the gas.  I must turn it off!  Quickly returning to the kitchen...I must have been on auto pilot previously.....I was relieved to find I had turned off the stove.  My beautiful beige kitchen cabinets above the stove looked well smoked, if not charred!

Next, how to deal with the burns?  Ah ha!  In the freezer I had one of those wine bottle chiller sleeves which can be slotted over a bottle.  Perfect I thought, as I slid my hand through the opening and up to the burn on my arm.  In shock, I sat down to gather my thoughts, deal with my arm and assess the damage. Then I caught a glimpse of my big toe looking rather odd.  It was pointing straight up to the ceiling!  I did what any sane person would do when their toe is pointing up at the ceiling.  I pressed it down firmly to once again line up with the floor like it should.  This caused a rather disconcerting cracking sound was back where it should be.  Silly toe!

Then the phone rang.  What now?  It was my English neighbor ringing to tell me that the water would be turned on again in an hour.  "Hello" she kept saying, "Are you alright?".  I realized I couldn't speak and could only mumble a response of "No".  "I'll come straight over!", came the reply.

My treasure of a neighbor was somewhat overwhelmed with the appearance of my arm and whisked me off in her car to another neighbor for some Swedish advice.  The consensus between the English and the Swedes was that I should be taken to the clinic to get some medical attention for my arm and my increasingly painful toe.  At this point, realizing it might be hours before I returned home, I insisted that I must go home first and leave a note for my partner: "Take care..There is wax on the floor." Durrh! If you were in my shoes, err, my bare feet, would you not have written the same?

Of course the wax had cooled and stuck fast to everywhere, just as it was designed to do.  As my partner later said, "There was not wax on the floor, there was wax from hell to breakfast!"

An x-ray confirmed that not only had I broken my big toe but I had done a grand job of resetting it as well.  The only treatment was to tape it and carefully hobble around for a few weeks.  My arm was duly dressed and I was dispatched home with a doctor's confident assessment that I would make a full recovery.  And of course increasing my French vocabulary to include "m'orteil casse".

"What about the bush?", I hear you ask.  Is it back to the professionals?  Not likely!  However, there is a lingering debate in our house as to whether I should be allowed to undertake future waxings without the benefit of supervision.

(Teresa notes: Jeanie's story demonstrated for me once again the tremendous courage and resilience the fairer sex deploys in the service of beauty and smoothnosity...Another brave heroine.)


I have no medical training what so ever.  Zilch.  Zero.  Nada.  I'm not even CPR certified.

My opinions, and those of contributors are just that, opinions.

Most of my opinions are formed as result of personal experiences and rigorous scientific investigation such as polling my buddies at lunch or Happy Hour.

I am not the shill of any product manufacturer.

If after reading this post, you feel tempted to try a product or technique, check it out with your medical provider or aesthetician first.  Do your own research.  Use common sense.

Sunday, March 10, 2013


Welcome back to SAVING FACE, a blog for the mature woman who refuses to be bullied by the indignities of aging and celebrates all of its blessings!



This is my story:

A few weeks ago I had arranged to meet my good friend Deb at a local, Vietnamese/Urban Chic, restaurant for lunch.

I called her, as pre-planned, as soon as I left my dentist office after having my teeth cleaned, to let her know I was on my way, (This is pertinent...My teeth were enchantingly sparkly!)  Being closer, she was going to scoot ahead to the restaurant to get good parking and a table.

So I get there, didn't see Deb, grabbed a table inside and waited for her......and waited....and kept scanning the restaurant....and waited.....and let the young waiter know I was expecting my friend....and waited some more and played Scramble on my phone....and waited.  Finally My phone rang and it was the winsome Ms Deb wondering where I was!

She had indeed arrived before me, and had been waiting all the while at a table on the little outdoor patio, just outside of my line of vision from the interior, chatting with some other patrons.....Comedy of errors...She came and joined me inside.

So this is the invisible part....Deb informed me that she had told two of the waiters that she was waiting for a "Tall, Beautiful Brunette".  (She is consistently the president of my fan club, and sees everyone as beautiful through her loving eyes.)

Now this is a teensy, intimate restaurant...There were no other women sitting by themselves waiting for a friend inside the restaurant.  I was served tea by at least one of the waiters she had told this to....I'm 5 feet, 9 inches tall, brunette-ish, not freakishly unattractive, waiting for a friend...and come on...I had the enchantingly sparkly teeth thing going on....YET WAS COMPLETELY INVISIBLE TO THE WAITERS BASED ON THE TALL, BEAUTIFUL BRUNETTE DESCRIPTION!  The young obviously don"t have CENSOR EYES. (See previous post.)

Now if I didn't know me, and someone said look for a "Tall, Beautiful Brunette", I don't know if I would pick myself out of a crowd.....And I certainly enjoyed teasing the snot out of the poor young waiter when I heard Deb's story, (hopefully he'll extend some grace to another older woman should a similar situation rise again.)  Yet it was one of those OUCH moments that seem to multiply as I get older.

I like what Frank Kaiser wrote on the SUDDENLY SENIOR site, "Geezers become aware of their own evanescing when 20 and 30 year olds start looking through them Casper-like.  If you were once attractive to the opposite sex, I understand that this experience can be terrifying....and if that's not bad enough, soon or later those youngsters to whom you're invisible will run right over you if you don't step quickly out of their way.  I may not move like a 25 year old anymore, but I've learned how to sidestep like one."

It's not just the "You can't stand in the pretty line anymore" moments that hurt....There is a much broader cloak of invisibility that we we begin to wear as we work, at stores, at parties....I remember going to the doctor with my mother in her later years and observing her doctor speak about her as if she was not there, directing all inquiries to me instead of her...She had become completely invisible....(yes, I set him straight!)

Has anyone else experienced age related invisibility yet?


1) BE VISIBLE....Even if it involves performing interpretive dance moves in public venues with the sole purpose of embarrassing your husband.



Argan oil is extracted from the seeds of the Argan tree, that is only found in southwest Morocco.  It is sometimes referred to as Liquid Gold.

 Argan oil is known to be extremely moisturizing for both skin and hair.  It is light weight, easily absorbed, and is rich in vitamin E and essential fatty acids. Argan oil is recommended for hydrating and moisturizing skin, as a daily treatment and also for treating more severe rashes, scars and patches of dry skin, for treating dry hair and for softening cuticles.  Online research even indicates it has benefits for treating acne.

Most of what I have read indicates that you should only buy 100% Pure Argan Oil, with no other chemical additives, in order to experience it's full effects.


I have been using this product for over six months, often in conjunction with a Hyaluronic Acid serum, which was recommended for super moisturizing.  I mostly use it at night, on my face, neck and decolltage, on the days when I'm skipping my Retin-A application. Sometimes I will use it on top of my Retin-A if I'm feeling like my skin is too dry.

I like that it is light weight, easily absorbed and very moisturizing. The product I use has no odor, which is a huge plus, as I'm extremely sensitive to cosmetic perfumes.  I have also started using it on my face in the morning, patting it gently on the wrinkly areas around the eyes  and on the upper cheeks.  It softens  the appearance of fine lines, creating a "dewy" look.  I use less during the day than I would at night, as I don't want "dewy" to turn into "oil slicky".

The product I use is extremely well priced.  I buy mine through Amazon, for $14.95, with free shipping, for a 2 oz. bottle with a stopper.  Each bottle lasts me at least two months, a little goes a long way.  The oil I use is sold by Timeless Skin Care, who describes it as 100% Pure, virgin organic, and cold pressed.  You can pay a lot more for this oil, so shop carefully.


I happen to be blessed, or cursed, depending on how you look at it, with thick, curly, coarse hair.  It has gotten more coarse as I have grayed.  A few months ago, a new hairdresser suggested I might try Argan Oil to soften and smooth out my hair.  He also told me it would cut my drying time down by about half.  He was right on all counts.  My hair is softer.  It is easier to style and the curls are more relaxed.  I find it easier to work with.  It is expensive, but with the very small amount that is used with each application, it will last a long time.  I think it is worth it, and I am very satisfied with the results!


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I have no medical training what so ever.  Zilch.  Zero.  Nada.  I'm not even CPR certified.

My opinions and those of contributors, are just that, opinions.

Most of my opinions are formed as a result of personal experiences and rigorous scientific investigation such as polling my buddies at lunch or Happy Hour.

I am not the shill of any product manufacturer.

If after reading a review on this blog you feel tempted to spend your hard earned money on a recommended product or procedure, check it out first with your medical provider or aesthetician.  Do your own research.  Use common sense.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013


Welcome back to SAVING FACE, a blog for the mature woman who refuses to be bullied by the indignities of aging and celebrates all of its blessings!



I recently submitted my blog for consideration to be included on a group blog site that caters to a mature  audience.

I received a prompt response.  The bottom line was that my blog would not be appropriate for this site because blogging about anti aging products and procedures promotes AGEISM.

So my first thought was, "WELL KISS A BILLY GOAT'S BUTT!"

But my second thought was that, in good conscience, I should give this feedback some more mature consideration.

I looked up the definition of AGEISM in the good old (Oops...there I go again) Merriam-Webster dictionary.

AGEISM: prejudice or discrimination against a particular age-group and especially the elderly.

Hmmm.....I'm still not getting it.  Did this responder think that wanting to minimize or reverse some of the more subjectively unpleasant visible effects of aging on the skin constitutes a hatred, denial, or indictment of the state of being elderly?

If that logic were to be followed, than would blogging about how to build up thinning bones, how to reduce age related cognitive decline, how to improve joint function or how to treat the more uncomfortable symptoms of menopause all promote AGEISM?

Because seriously, there is a WHOLE BOAT LOAD OF CRAPPY STUFF that can start to happen to our bodies and psyches as we age, and I don't think it smacks of AGEISM to want to remediate what we can and accept with grace what we can't.

Should we embrace the natural wonder of hot flashes, insomnia, joint pain and vaginal dryness?  Shall we eschew HRT and personal lubricants for fear of being perceived as AGEIST?

I'm tempted to create a blog geared solely to anti aging products for the mature vagina, I'll call it SAVING YOUR 'GINA, and submit it to the group site to see if it passes the AGEISM test.....(Bad Teresa!)

Ultimately I suspect that the AGEISM accusation stems more from the perception that anti aging products and procedures for the skin are considered too frivolous and vanity driven to be accepted under the broader category of "MORE SERIOUS AGING STUFF YOU CAN TRY TO FIX WITHOUT BEING ACCUSED OF BEING AGEIST"

All snark aside, I started thinking about who might be a target audience for this blog...

I am guessing that we don't define ourselves by our looks, but we do experience some mirror angst....We don't want to look like we are 30 again, but would prefer not to be asked if we're angry when our faces are in repose...( Are you kidding!.... of course we would like to look like we were 30 again...but we're realistic!)

 We are active, passionately committed to causes, jobs, family and friends....We've lowered our tolerance for bullshit (YAY!)....We don't hate ourselves and we don't abhor aging because quite frankly, EVERY DAY ABOVE GROUND IS A GOOD ONE!... But truth be told, we look in the mirror sometimes and see ourselves looking just plain tired and saggy ....We grieve these changes, just as we grieve some of the losses we experience socially and physically as we approach the last stage of this wacky experience called life.

I think we FEEL BETTER when we think we LOOK BETTER.  Looks are part of the total package, and by golly it's the 21st century and we can do something about some of this stuff!

And if we feel better, maybe we'll have more energy, and if we have more energy, maybe we'll do more stuff like exercise, and wear sunscreen and go to the doctor and eat well, and if we do all that, maybe we will prevent some really scary stuff from happening like heart attacks and stroke, and melanoma....You can see where this is going, can't you?  Yup, this blog could be about SAVING LIVES!

So that's my story and I'm sticking to it!


RETIN-A (Tretinoin)

Dr Andrew Weil on Retin-A:

"Retin-A, a derivative of vitamin A, is a drug applied to the skin for treatment of wrinkles, blackheads and acne.  It can also fade age spots over time.  Retin-A and similar products including Renova and Tazorac contain retinoic acid and are available by prescription.  They all work by causing skin cells to turn over more rapidly than usual, which has the effect of peeling off layers of skin, thickening underlining layers and stimulating cells that produce collagen, the fibrous substance that firms skin."


I have been using Retin-A (Tretinoin) off and on for years, on the recommendation of several dermatologists.  It was recommended as one of the best products I could use to reverse the effects of sun damage to the skin.  I use a strength of .1% on most of my face and neck, and a strength of .025% under my eyes or any where else that seems too dry.  I buy my product at my aesthetician's office for about $30.00 a tube.  Retin-A will typically cost more if you purchase it from your pharmacy or dermatologist's office.

I use a small, pea sized portion on my face and another on my neck....(Don't leave your neck out of your regimen!)  If I haven't used the Retin-A for a week or two, I will start back by using it every three or four days, graduating to daily or every other day use.  I peel like crazy when I restart  this product and look a little "Night of the Living Dead" for a few days.  My skin becomes extremely sun sensitive and prone to burn when I use Retin-A.  Use a good sunscreen daily if you are using Retin-A....I repeat use a good sunscreen daily!

When I use this product faithfully, my skin has a rosy glow, is smoother, with some reduction of fine wrinkles and excellent reduction of age spots.


Here are my two cents on Retin-A.  Several years ago, my aesthetician told me the two most important products for the face were Retin-A and sunscreen.  Since then I have been a faithful user of both.  I started out with Tretinoin Cream, .05% for about a year, than moved up to 0.1%.  I used it every night for awhile but now use it every other night.  It took some getting used to...flaking at first...but that went away fairly soon.  The brown sun spots on my face are pretty much gone, and I use it on my hands with good results as well.

Last fall I asked my derm if there was anything better than Tretinoin.  She gave me a sample of ATRALIN, tretinoin 0.05% gel with a script and a coupon.  Even so, it was $75.00, more expensive than Tretinoin Cream, but my derm says she thinks it's better.  It is not recommended for people who have Rosacea.  I will keep everyone posted as to my results!


IPL stands for Intense Pulsed Light and is also known as a Photofacial treatment.  It can help restore a youthful appearance to sun damaged skin.  IPL delivers high intensity pulses of broadband light to the deeper parts of the skin.  IPL is recommended for the treatment of Rosacea, improving irregular pigmentation, fading dark sun spots and reducing fine wrinkles.


I have had Rosacea most of my adult life.  The center of my face, forehead, nose, two inches on either side of my nose, and the middle of my chin were always red.  Mostly I used make up to cover it up or ignored it.

About fifteen years ago I acquired a label to define it: Rosacea.  Having a name for it made me think that I could do something about it....As I aged I started fearing that having a red bulbous nose would do nothing to enhance my appearance.  I shared my concerns with my dermatologist who prescribed two creams to apply daily.  I did this faithfully for four months with no results.

After hearing that Photofacials could help Rosacea and could assist in evening out skin tone, I purchased an IPL Treatment on Living Social.

My experience was satisfying.  I have had only one treatment and my skin tone is more even and the Rosacea has lessened.  I'm keeping my eyes out for more Groupon or Living Social bargains because I see the visible results and want to pursue more of these treatments.

The recommended number of treatments is six.  They are expensive, but I think ultimately worth it.  My advise is to look for the deals!  I'm sure there will be more about this in future posts, because Teresa is mindful and diligent.

(Teresa's note: I have never observed Carmen's nose to be the least bit bulbous.)



Mr. Gordon's attempt to save the ENTIRE WORLD from Emperor Ming's merciless attack of the PURPLE DEATH resonated as I walked into my first IPL Treatment.

The treatment room was less entertaining than Dr. Zarkov's spaceship, but still quite nice, and Flash seemed more than moderately competent.  This was the first of two adventures with these treatments courtesy of the Groupon/Living Social folks.

After signing the liability waiver, that warned of reddened skin, possible death, and virtually everything in between, I was introduced to Flash and provided some additional cautionary tales.  The most interesting of these was that the darkened areas of sun damage would probably assume the color of "coffee grounds" after the treatment. Charming.

Even after the application of some numbing cream, the pulses still felt like a rubber band snap against my skin.  I have a pretty high pain threshold, so all was well.  Flash also had a method to direct cold air toward the areas that were pulsed; it was particularly effective against the moderate heat that was generated.

Results you ask?  Favorable.  Turns out the "coffee grounds" comment was wildly exaggerated, at least for me.  Skin was a little red, but certainly no more than would be expected after hearing conversation of a sexually inappropriate nature.  The damaged areas did turn darker, but I was able to walk in public without ridicule.  The negative results lasted less than a week, and my skin, overall, looked better and the damaged areas were less noticeable.  The areas of darkened skin were not, however, completely eradicated.  On to sessions two and three with a different provider.

Although I was happy with Flash I, I was drawn to Flash II by somewhat lower charges for a group of three treatments.  Office and provider were both professional, but the treatment room looked like Dr. Zarkov's ship interior hadn't been detailed in a while.  Couple of differences in the procedures.  Instead of the cold air, Flash II applied a cold gel-like substance that remediated the heat.  Very cold.....very, very cold.  The blast of cold air was better.  Also, the equipment appeared to be a bit older, but apparently still very effective.

One very notable difference was the bruise that appeared on my cheek bone immediately after the procedure.  Caused, as I was told, by a blood vessel or two that had wandered too close to the skin surface.  Happy to get them blasted, but I appeared to be the losing participant in a bar fight or the victim of spousal abuse.  I offered the choice of either explanation to my curious co-workers.  Happily, however, this unanticipated brutalization did result in the complete elimination of the darker streak that had taken up residence in that area.

Results?  Again, essentially pleased, but some of the darker areas still remained even after  a second visit with Flash II.  One more visit remains, and I'll have a little chat with Flash II concerning my expectations prior to powering up the light cannon.

(Teresa's note: I happened to see Dale soon after the bruised cheek bone incident....I suggested she might be well advised to find a lawyer to sue Flash II..... I can attest now, however, to the fact that in a short period of time, both the bruise and the large-ish age streak it hid, have completely disappeared!)


I have no medical training what so ever.  Zilch.  Zero.  Nada.  I'm not even CPR certified.

My opinions and those of contributors, are just that, opinions.

Most of my opinions are formed as a result of personal experiences and rigorous scientific investigation such as polling my buddies at lunch or Happy Hour.

I am not the shill for any product manufacturer...

If after reading a review on this blog you feel tempted to spend your hard earned money on a recommended procedure or product, check it out first with your medical provider or aesthetician.  Do your own research,  Use common sense.