When I was diagnosed with breast cancer and learned that I would need to undergo chemotherapy and radiation after my mastectomy, there was a moment when I realized I would eventually be bald. At that point in my life, my hair wasn’t in particularly great shape. I had stopped coloring it, and wasn’t getting regular haircuts, partly because I couldn’t afford them.
I’ve always had an affinity for goop. Not Gwyneth Paltrow’s “Goop” – god, no. Goop you put on your face and body that makes you look and feel good.
In my world, goop takes the form of skin care and makeup products, and I’ve always been somewhat obsessed. Now that I’m a woman of a certain age, I’m obsessed with not looking that age. I haven’t gotten to the point where I would consider Botox or fillers, but I’m forever on the hunt for “hope in a jar”, and I’ve been saying that since before the skin care brand Philosophy actually came out with a moisturizer called “Hope In a Jar”.
This essay was originally published on January 31, 2011.
The Great Electronic Void (how I cheekily like to refer to the Internet) has put a lot of things on the endangered species list. I didn’t realize, until yesterday, that greeting cards are one of those things. I wandered into my local Shoppers Drug Mart to pick up a few essentials, and proactively visited to greeting card aisle to grab a few for some February birthdays and Valentines Day. Now, let’s be honest: how many of you actually look at the prices of greeting cards? I never have, but I always make a point of turning the card around so the price is visible to the cashier. Yesterday, I almost succumbed to fit of apoplexy when I realized, too late, that I had paid $8.99 for a relatively spartan Valentine’s Day card. Since when do greeting cards cost 9 bucks? I can buy a pound of lean ground sirloin for less than that!