Excess Baggage

Most mornings I stumble down the hall until I can reach my first can of Diet Coke. It’s all mad hair and seemingly exaggerated features—a bad time to make any plastic surgery decisions.  Recently Mom witnessed such a horror: “What happened to your eyes?” she said. “They’re all puffy.” My freak out over crows feet the night before—a cocktail of Differin and Retin-A—had created red, irritated, fluid- filled pillows. My recent discovery Eminence Cucumber Eye Gel was a life saver. A perfect lightweight fluid that dries seemlessly, corrects a multitude of injuries and smells incredibly true to form, fresh cucumber but prettier.