Happy Mother’s Dew!
My earliest and most vivid memories are of my mother getting ready. She would disappear into her double doored boudoir in her slightly-silky-long house-dress/nightgown-situation. Dark hair atop her head in what is now coined a "top knot" - with her coffee and maiden-fair lightly-freckled skin. And about 30 to 45 minutes later reappear in an Estee Lauder private collection haze - a goddess.
My mother has a Jackie O. meets Crystal Gale vibe. A little bit country. A little bit 50's icon. Red lips her signature. She always kept her make-up light and features strong. She introduced me to this magical beauty bible "Color Me Beautiful". I would stare at the early 80's style & color for hours. (I believe I'm a winter/summer). After getting burned (Sun-burned, that is. Emotionally burned is a whole other bag of Sunchips) at a young age before anybody really knew the big ball of gas we orbit is the biggest age-er of the skin, my mother discovered that you could prevent aging through skin care regimen, hats, and sunscreen.
My mother was some sort of pioneer woman. In a small beach town where people worshipped the sun and smoked and drank and just like - didn't know or didn't care, my mother abstained from the prior and started researching the signs of aging and how to slow their rolls. This lead her to represent a small Florida based skin care line called VANDA which lead her to having luncheons at the house with her girlfriends, gabbing about the products she swore by and her new found secrets. She was indeed her best sales tool. I would hide under the table and listen to the perpetual hen-fest. Partly repelled. Mostly enthralled.
In elementary school my mother taught me how to apply eye cream but wouldn't let me shave my legs. In junior high I knew to always use the up motion when applying moisturizer, but thought my period was just what class I was going to every hour. It was preached from the rooftops to wash my face every night and morning before I had a learner's permit. Yes. The gospel of skin rang loud and clear in my house.
And yet - I ignored it too. Why do we not want to do what is so good for us?! I guess each of us finds it...when we find it. But I'm so grateful for the good skin infrastructure.
I admire my mother. She bucked the fray, found her way and started taking care of herself naturally sticking with it since her 20's. It's paying off. She's 63 going on 53. She’s keeping it real, natural and simple in her approach. And indeed - always curious.
It took me 20 years to realize my mother was right. I guess my why...my why the dew... is that it's all clicking for me now and I don't want it to take another 20 years to d e w what my mother knew best.
Happy Mother’s Day to my beautiful & completely unique, strong, and independent mother Lydia Spencer. You dew you so well. I love you.