Today I read through 271 beauty comments because I couldn’t fall asleep.
Sure, I could have read my Eva Peron book or watched another episode of Dickinson through a singular sinus-infectedy eye… but I find comfort in skincare, and (as I’ve already shared 271 or so times myself), the skincare of thriving grannies.
I like to use things with TIME behind them.
I know that fads come and go constantly in skincare and “self care” and marketing (and cancel culture and batched Reels and botched realities and on), and because of that, I always go back to the Grands to remind myself of what’s worth my consistency.
This might be old and cliche and penuriously anti bouge - BUT … I believe in cold creams. I should be a spokesperson for Ponds by now. I use Ponds by night, and now (discovering something new in what we call old) Albolene. I had abolished other cold cream options amid all pandering Ponds posts, but now I love this new-old discovery.
As I read the 271 comments of people sharing what they remember about their grandmother’s beauty routine, I chase a different feeling all together too… perhaps the one I’m always chasing through skincare. It’s not secret salves or heralded hacks but the smell of baby powder applied to damp backsides as we exit a bath; Floridian tile floors and the occasional shower lizard a forever backdrop to a memory I can’t quite drop.
It’s the smell of gardenia bushes and grapefruit trees outside a home that feels real more through the memories of my Mother’s memory of her mother than my own.
Sometimes I look at aluminum foil in the drawer of my kitchen, and want to make tiny sailboats; set free in still waters of a bird bath outside a home where my Mom and her mom shared oceans of conversation larger than I’ll ever know.
I started using Albolene because of someone else’s memory… but no matter how late the nighttime grows, or how many traditions I unearth from another…
I always wish for just one more day of baby powder with my mother’s mother.
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Aww Bailey. I'm glad you have such a pervasive memory (yours or not) that you can draw comfort from. This is true of most of us. We crave the memory of a simple and secure time where real and serious cares seem like a mirage some distant illusion that can't touch us in our memory inspired inner sanctum. That being said I do want to see you continue this soothing routine and memory, but I don't want to see you dwell in the past. There's too much in the here and now, and too many chances to make new memories to want to miss out on any of it. There's a System of a Down lyric that states "We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train." This is the truth of dwelling on memories. Life is a moving train, and if we stay dwelling in the past we are in neutral and falling further and further behind life. I just hope you can find the balance between moving with life, and comfort of memories because you have far too much to offer and far too many new memories to make to fall behind life.