Elizabeth Taylor once said that every wrinkle tells a story. Fine. When I was young Taylor's words of wisdom seemed great, but not now. Not to my generation who truly believed "all you need is love," not face cream.
In my harmless pursuit of the trappings of youth, I've spent a small fortune around Sephora, Saks, Bergdorfs, Harrods, in search of the right cream for the right age. Still, mirrors can be cruel.