This is about wrinkles. No, not wrinkles in my clothes. I gave up ironing several years ago and have not looked back.
This is about those other wrinkles. The ones that you get up one morning, look in the mirror, and say where in the heck did those come from.
|I always loved this photo because you couldn't see my freckles|
My best friend came up with what we thought was a great idea. SANDPAPER!!! If sandpaper could take rough patches off of wood, it was bound to be able to get rid of my freckles. I was rummaging around in my father's workshop when he caught me and asked what I was doing. I proudly shared my idea with him. That put an end to that.
The other day I had this conversation with my mom.
Mom: You have such pretty skin, Laura. What do you use on it?
I was sure she was going to say "pass the sandpaper". She may be onto me.