How do you picture yourself? I envision ‘me’ as a young woman of the renaissance. Or maybe Paris in the 1930s, chatting about science and philosophy while sporting a 26-inch waist and flawless dew-kissed skin. Kind of. That might be a stretch, but I didn’t ever think I was ‘ready’ for a (gasp)…wrinkle cream. I am not a very high-maintenance woman. (Stilettos and nails aside). I don’t drink enough water, I dislike the spa (so much loitering) and would much rather play a round of tennis than jump onto a stairclimber (it’s social so you can kill two birds with one stone).
Agreeing to participate in a Garnier Ultra Lift trial, I was excited. The products are very affordable, beautifully packaged and available in a day cream, night cream and super-duper eye stuff too. Wow. Perhaps this means I am now a woman. Mature. Opening up the package, I was confident and couldn’t wait to dive in. And then I pulled out a ‘ruler’. Not just any ruler, but an ‘eye wrinkle ruler’ sporting different levels of wrinkly-ness with corresponding numbers. No worries, I’ve got this one. I don’t have wrinkles. I’m not even 40. Confidently placing the ruler to my eye and smiling proudly, I stare into the mirror and feel faint. Really faint. On a scale of 1-10, I was a 4. Four. Where in the name of goodness did those come from and why didn’t anyone tell me? (Apart from that crabby facial woman who told me to drink more water.)
I was ready. I am serious. At Olympic speeds, I smeared and slathered. Circular motions. Which finger am I supposed to use again? (The ring finger I think). I diligently rubbed the product into my skin over a two-week period, and I must admit, the ruler was never far away. The night cream was thick and my skin still felt moist every morning when I woke. The day cream was a tad heavier than I am used to, but I suspect it must have something to do with the wrinkle-erasing ingredients. Similar to my cup of tea each night, the application of the eye cream gave me a calming feeling and became part of a routine for me. Interestingly, the simple routine of a face regimen acted as a cornerstone to a healthier lifestyle overall. Suddenly I was pouring chia and hemp hearts on my morning yoghurt and making an effort to do a few daily crunches.
My skin is incredibly sensitive. Having been treated by scary medications during the 1990s for acne, I know that testing anything on my skin can be dicey. My face even hurts when I cry salty tears. Seriously. (Read: be nice to me). While Garnier Ultra Lift products were heavier than my skin can usually tolerate, a good exfoliation illuminated the skin once more and, as I measured the wrinkles…unbelievable. I am a 2 now, thank you. And my husband has decided to arm-wrestle me for the products, as he is a closet eye-cream aficionado.
So sliding from an ‘eye wrinkle’ 4 to a 2 is pretty amazing. Now I just have to try it with dress sizes.
Disclosure: This post was brought to you by Garnier via Glam Media Canada. The opinions expressed herein are those of the author and are not indicative of the opinions or positions of Garnier.