PANDEMIC BEAUTY

I was sitting on the couch reading a book when my son Alex came into the room.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he sat down next to me.

“Reading a book.” I said.

“No, I mean with that?” he pointed to the white wand shaped object I was holding under my chin.

“Oh,” I held it out to show him the red light. “It’s light therapy for reducing wrinkles!” I placed it back under my chin.

Alex looked confused. “Is there any science behind it?”

“Who knows.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But why would they sell me a stick with a light on the end of it if it didn’t work?”

Alex laughed as put his feet up on the coffee table. “The red light just turned off.”

“Oh, perfect. The three minutes are up.” I clicked the light back on and moved the device to another area of my face. “I want to look better when we get out of quarantine than when I went in.” I put my book down and got up from the couch still holding the device under my chin. “This would be a good time to have an Epsom salt foot soak.” I went to the linen closet to get the lavender scented Epsom salts and the pink plastic basin. Walking past Alex I dropped my wrinkle device onto the couch and headed for the kitchen to fill my pink basin with warm water. I carefully walked back trying not to spill any of the water. “Doesn’t the lavender smell good?” I asked as I placed the basin on the floor.

“I’m not a big lavender fan.” Alex admitted. “But I’m glad you’re liking it.”

“Now I’ll also be drawing out toxins from my body while I’m getting rid of my wrinkles.” I sat back down and put my feet into the basin. I reached over and grabbed my light device and found another spot on my face to place it. “Perfect.” I sighed as I sat back against the pillows. “Maybe I’ll do a sheet mask later.”

My husband Steven came into the room. “What are you two up to?” he asked.

“I don’t know about Alex, but I’m having a pandemic beauty session.” I swished my feet around in the basin.

“Mom says she wants to look better when we’re out of quarantine than when she went in.”

Steven looked over at me. “I think you look great just the way you are.”

“Aw, you’re sweet but you won’t be saying that when I can’t color my hair for a few months!” The laser light shut off again and it was time to move the device to another spot. “Lucky for me I have a can of spray paint that I can use for a touch up.”

“Spray paint?” Alex looked confused.

“Well, they call it root concealer.” I admitted. “But when you shake the can up it has those marbles in it just like a can of paint and it smells like paint so, I’m going to say it’s hair paint.”

“Why don’t you just let it grow out naturally.” Steven asked.

I’m pretty sure my complete silence was enough of an answer.