PASS THE SANDPAPER PLEASE

Okay, this is not a DIY post. At least not in the sense that you think of DIY.

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

I remember being a little girl and hating all of my freckles. Freckled face, freckled arms, freckled legs. As is the way of kids, I was teased and wanted to just get rid of those darn 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. 

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I was stuck with those freckles, but I'm thinking of revisiting the sandpaper idea for my wrinkles. I mean after all, if sandpaper can smooth out an old rough piece of wood, think what it could do for wrinkles. It could revolutionize the market for wrinkle removers. For just pennies those wrinkles would be gone. 

The other day I had this conversation with my mom.
Mom: You have such pretty skin, Laura. What do you use on it?
Me: Sandpaper
Mom: Hmmm!!!

I was sure she was going to say "pass the sandpaper". She may be onto me.