Looking at the blurb for my new Lacura WrinkleStop from Aldi, I see that its active ingredient has been ‘proven to help
• Reduce forehead wrinkles by 52%
• Reduce crow’s feet by 24%
• Restrict 82% of wrinkle muscle activity’
That’s quite a claim, isn’t it? Frankly, after years when my face looked like a lunar landscape thanks to the joys of acne, these days I’m just grateful to see a fairly blemish-free skin. Part of me wants to believe that the wonder cream’s making everything looking a bit smoother and tidier, but, hey, there’s also a lot of ‘aqua’ and ‘glycerin’ in the stuff, too. Besides, I could tamper with my skin as much as I like (and I don’t), but I’ve only got to stand next to my beautiful daughters to see the difference. Ma has wonderful skin, so the chances are there are some helpful genes in the mix, but my dad died far too young of cancer, so it’s not all good news.
My dad was a carpenter. ‘You can’t get age from a tin, Miss Chris,’ he’d say when rubbing his hands over fresh timber. None of those ‘antique’ finishes was a substitute for a lifetime of ageing, the knocks, bumps, the patina of years. We should value our ageing faces in the same way, but we don’t. I’ll take happiness and health first every time, but if the Aldi wrinkle cream does what it says, I’m superficial enough not to complain.