Mixing It Up

I was  all thumbs in high school chemistry, but when it comes to blending ingredients in my bathroom, I’m rather brilliant. Since summer snuck up on me while moving, it is time to fine tune my summer mixtures, all designed to give me the kind of glow I can only get the “better living through chemistry ”way.

I am normally pale, pallid, freckley; the polar opposite of the bronze, healthy look I covet. But I have learned to fake it with various products which I am only too happy to share with you.

Summer mixers

Summer mixers

Last year’s Eureka moment was the discovery of Clarins Golden Glow Booster. Just 3 drops mixed with your moisturizer, serum or sunblock turns it into a subtle self tanner. But we’re just getting started!

Australian Gold Sheer Coverage 45 Faces sunscreen does all the mixing for me, combining a robust, water resistant SPF 45 with instant bronzing and gradual self tanner. But why let my face have all the fun? I am now slathering it on my arms and legs before I hop in the convertible.

Everyone knows that white legs are the anathema of a sexy summer look so I have to dedicate more attention to my glaringly white limbs.  St Tropez Self Tan Luxe Dry Oil is great for legs but I found it too strong on color and too difficult to control a streak less application. Then I hit on mixing it with a body lotion and voila!, it worked like a dream. Just shake well to mix (being careful where you do this, the stuff stains) and add some to your cream or lotion mixing well. I keep empty sample jars for just this purpose.

Recently, I succumbed to a TV come- on from Jane Seymour and Dorothy Hamill for Crepe Erase, which they touted for its ability to firm up lax, crepey skin on arms and knees, the bane of the after 50 woman. After using up the tub I cannot say my skin has regained its former elasticity (I wish!) but I have to admit, it looks more moisturized and smoother. So it became my conduit for combining firming and self tanning. But anything will do.

My Armani's

My Armani’s

I am a huge fan of anything in the Armani cosmetic line. Since falling for the Maestro featherweight liquid foundation, I have added the Maestro Fusion Blush . A single drop dotted on cheeks and melted into skin with a damp makeup sponge or brush yields an easy to blend, believable and lasting flush. Now that classy Italian has added Maestro Liquid Summer to his arsenal. It comes in 3 shades and a dropper bottle like the others. Although you can use it “straight” as a bronzer, I love to add to either my liquid base, BB cream or sunscreen, turning any and all into a glow-y version of itself. No need to purchase foundations in various colors anymore when you can create your own bespoke version. And don’t stop at your chin! Continue your glow onto your neck and décolleté for  seamless, authentic color.

The latest entry in this market of chameleons is Cover FX Custom Cover Drops. The weightless and highly pigmented drops instantly infuse any water, oil or silicone based liquid product with sheer color. The more drops, the more coverage. With 24 shades, one is sure to duplicate YOU! It’s on my “lust list.”

My last mixer is Paula Dorf Transformer. I’ve used this for years to transform any eye shadow to a liquid liner. A teensy drop blended into shadow and applied with a skinny liner brush gives you custom color that lasts through blood, sweat and tears.

For summer when of less is most definitely more, a swipe of colored liner, a flick of mascara, sheer bronzy skin and soft peachy, pink or coral lip gloss will take you anywhere you need to go.

*A special shout out to my friend Susie Kane who finally taught me how to provide links to the products I mention. Hey, I’m old, it took awhile!

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When Life Intervenes after 50

I know, dear readers, that I have been M.I.A. for awhile. What happened to Zoe?, you may ask. The answer is LIFE intervened.

After having spinal surgery in January, I needed a second surgery in late March to revise an issue from the first. Don’t ask! While recovering, we were preparing for two major life changes: my husband’s retirement and a subsequent move. It was the height of bad timing.

Some major changes after 50 are voluntary; others sneak up on us and some just hit us like an oncoming train. We got ourselves through the rigors of packing up and then the  day of the move, I had a rather spectacular, banana peel type fall on the mover’s ramp, landing right on my lower back. Within days, I was squarely back where I started pre-surgery in terms of pain. And in the past few weeks, I have been too busy, too uncomfortable and too bummed to write. But I’m attempting to make a mental and physical comeback with a new cadre of medical professionals.

The day after we moved in, exhausted, surrounded by boxes, and overwhelmed by all that needed to be done, that train slammed into our world. Richard’s sister had a massive stroke in Arizona and within 12 hours, he was on a plane there. We were reminded in tragic fashion that life turns on a dime. Now we are adjusting to this new reality and how it will impact us.

With Richard suddenly gone, I was overwhelmed by being alone in a new house and new place with so much on my head. But I rallied, determined to have the house looking like a home by the time Richard returned. I threw myself into the task, having truly nothing better to do, and whipped the place into shape.

5 Moray Ln Ipswich, MA

The other aspect of the life change was retirement. Although I walked away from a 25 year career in real estate 5 years ago with a huge sigh of relief, Richard loved the practice of dentistry and mourned the loss of clinical practice and the many generations of patients he served happily and with tremendous gratification.

Doubtless, adding a physical move to the equation doubled the impact. Both events are way up there on the trauma scale. One involves redefining your life, the other creating a new life. I faced that head-on when we moved back to Connecticut from Santa Fe and can’t stress how difficult and depressing it was, leaving a job that filled all my hours and a large social circle of great, supportive friends. Now Richard was squarely in the same situation.

So preparing for the move was anxiety producing for both of us. How would he adjust to not having patients to serve? How would we, as individuals and a couple transition to this next phase of our life and relationship?   Leaving good friends behind is always difficult. Would we easily make new friends in our new community? Would we like small town New England, an essentially rural life, better than the bustling and populous area we were leaving behind? How would it feel being closer to Richard’s daughter and family yet further from my two sons? These were/are all potential issues of a retirement move. Yet we jumped into our new house with a spontaneity that can only come with a gut feeling of being in the right place at the right time. Sort of like we jumped into each other’s lives in the first place, and a little like jumping off a cliff hoping for a safe landing.

So at 67 and 73 respectively we are starting over. Having lived in MY house and HIS house, we now have OUR house and it feels good to be shaping it, and our new life together. However, I deal with physical change far more easily than my husband. While he spent his entire life in Connecticut with the exception of our four years together in Santa Fe and a stint in the army, Massachusetts is my 8th state of residence! I’m like that plant with legs that creep everywhere, a literal wandering Jew. I’ve live in a duplex, split level, lots of apartments, a Dutch colonial, tract colonial, English Cotswold, adobe hacienda, water view condo and now a Nantucket style cottage. Stylistically, I’ve covered a lot of ground. And I admit it; I get bored and welcome change. At least this kind of change. Am I done? Who knows. In 10 years, our infatuation with Santa Barbara may beckon us to a Grand Finale in the Golden State. Never say never.

Physical change has impacted us to0. I was a mere 59 when we met and he, 64. Since then, I’ve seen him through two major heart procedures and he’s nursed me through five orthopedic surgeries. So are we still the same couple that met and had a fairy tale romance in late life? Not hardly. Too much of real life has intruded: the loss of both my parents, the passing of several friends from devastating disease, financial ups and downs, and now two moves. That’s in less than 7 years of marriage.

Yes, aging is NOT for sissies.

So the ONLY constant after 50 is that life as you knew it will change. And the best you can do is roll with the punches and keep your sense of humor. Take care of yourself. Communicate; share your anxieties (and your Xanax) with your partner or trusted friends so they don’t overwhelm you. Focus on your priorities for a gratifying last act. Get to the Bucket List while you still can.

Once we are done feathering our nest, we will be focusing on our new life, opening ourselves to new people, places and experiences.

I look forward to growing, not just growing old, together. With whatever that brings.

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Dance, Ballerina, Dance

“Dance Done” pastel ©Johanna Bohoy, LightCaught.com

“Dance Done” pastel ©Johanna Bohoy, LightCaught.com

We all receive a lot of useless, time wasting email enticements, but occasionally something piques my interest and I go for it. A couple weeks ago, it was the draw of finding out what was the #1 song on the charts the day I were born. Ok, I’ll bite. So I plunked in my birthday (1/28/1948 in case you’re interested) and the result was “Dance, Ballerina, Dance” by Vaughn Monroe. Mildly interesting, meh,whatever. Or so I thought.

Then the other night I woke at (my usual) 3 a.m. with the lyrics on a continuous loop through my head and it hit me; the thread of dance throughout my life, beginning with Day One. According to my dear, departed mother, who dubbed me The Ballet Dancer, I continually slept from infancy with one leg extended and the other bent, toe touching the opposite knee in pirouette position. Still sleep the same way!

Sure I would be a tiny dancer, she enrolled me in ballet and tap dance lessons for which, sadly, I had no aptitude whatsoever. Although I dreamed of tutus, they were not in my future. Piano was my forte and I learned “Swan Lake” so I could accompany my more nimble cousin, Shelley so got the dance gene. Never mind, I was in love with dance. Mom shlepped me from Sioux City to Omaha to see my first live ballet and I was hooked.

From there it was on to the movies, where dance was a staple. My older sister (grudgingly) took me to the movies every Saturday afternoon where we thrilled to all the movie musicals of the day. The incomparable elegance of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, the ebullient athleticism of Gene Kelly in “Singing in the Rain” (my all time favorite), Donald O’Connor, Frank Sinatra, Leslie Caron, Cyd Charisse, and the tragic “The Red Shoes” with the gorgeous Moira Shearer; I was enthralled my them all.

Fast forward to Houston, TX., 1972, where I snagged my first substantial post- college job as Promotion Director for the Houston Ballet. Every day I got to hang with the dancers, watch them practice and occasionally take class with them. Wish I had a picture of my pint-sized self amongst all those long, languid dancers! I was there for every performance, including umpteen “Nutcrackers”. My husband and I became friends with the Finnish stars of the company; I ferried around visiting guest artists from New York like Ted Kivitt and Cynthia Gregory from ABT. It was divine!

Much later, when I moved to Santa Fe, I was invited to join the board of the Aspen Santa Fe Ballet and again indulged my love of dance with a great regional company. Santa Fe drew many other companies and I delighted in performances by Hubbard Street, Paul Taylor and others.

Once we moved near New York, world class dance was available 24/7. I would see it all, if finances allowed. Most recently, we were able to take in “An American in Paris” on Broadway with Robert Fairchild of NYC Ballet and Leanne Cope. I am a sucker for a sexy pas de deux and their climactic finale to the sumptuous Gershwin score was sensual to the max.

Next anxiously anticipated performance is my lovely and leggy step-granddaughter, Micaela, in June doing the Spanish dance from “Nutcracker.” Can hardly wait!

Micaela Tobin

Micaela Tobin

So, “Dance, Ballerina, Dance”. A chance occurrence or a significant link to a life-long love affair with dance? You decide.

If you want to check out what was #1 in Pop music on the day of your birth, go to  http://www.thisday in music.com

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Deja Vu All Over Again

Dear Readers,

As luck would have it, my California Idyll was interrupted by a recurrence of nerve pain which came back with a vengeance. Unable to walk, I was forced to return home early, and an MRI revealed I needed more surgery, which took place yesterday.

Unfortunately, spending hours at my computer blogging is not part of my prescribed recovery so I will be silent for a little while. But am already thinking of my return with fresh material.





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Life’s a Beach!

I’m almost two weeks into my vacation in blissful Santa Barbara which seems a planet away from the Siberian-esque winter we have been weathering in New England. Each day, as I walk along the ocean, I witness people running, walking, biking, surfing and paddleboarding as opposed to shivering, shoveling and sliding their way through the icy tundra. AH! That’s me breathing a sigh of relief.

Yesterday,  my husband, having been invited to play golf, surprised me with a welcome suggestion: Why didn’t I spend the day at a luxury Spa just up the road from the golf course? Really?? Twist my arm! A little online research revealed a special Spa Day for locals, which I qualified for by virtue of my 2 week rental. The deal was a 50 minute massage, a glass of bubbly and full usage of the facilities for $125. Sign me up!image

So it was that he drove up a winding tree lined drive and through a massive stone archway and deposited me in the front of the hacienda style edifice that is Bacara, a stunning resort and spa surrounded by lush, tropical foliage. Pristine white stucco with a classic red tile roof, the unimposing facade led into a magnificent two story lobby dominated by a massive chandelier. I was directed down a curving staircase and out to a path that led past the flowering shrub surrounded pool and into the cool confines of the Spa.image

First, I was ushered into the elegant ladies’ locker room and issued a robe and slippers for my treatment. But since I had a couple hours to kill, I slipped into exercise clothes and went downstairs to the extensive fitness area. One large room held spin bikes and Pilates apparatus, another every form of cardio machine and a third, free weights and weight machines. After clocking a half hour on the treadmill and hoisting some light weights for my upper body, I retraced my steps to the front motor court. There I grabbed a chicken wrap and exotic iced tea at Blend, a little panini, smoothie and salad venue where I lunched at a shady bistro table. Next to Blend was a wine bar and tasting room. Made a mental note: drag husband here after golf and “exhausting” spa day for a glass of vino.

Back at the Spa, I checked out the inventory at the boutique which was well stocked with goods from Osea, Fresh and Babor with lots of testers for the irrepressibly curious like me. Then I changed to my robe and went upstairs to the Serenity room, where like-robed ladies waited in front of the fire on comfy chairs and couches for their treatments. I had requested a female masseuse but I was claimed by Matthew who was most definitely male; also cute! young! and hot! But all discomfort melted away in the candlelit room where I was kneaded into submission accompanied by the sound of waves crashing on shore.

When my time was, sadly, up I dragged myself off the table and into my robe and upon leaving the room, found Matthew waiting with a hefty glass of champagne. I think I could get used to this pampering thing!

Since there were many options open to me, I had also booked a waxing session and a young woman named Kathleen whisked some fuzz off my face. “Am I hurting you?” she asked, concerned. “Hardly,” I cracked. “Once you’ve had a Brazilian, everything else is child’s play.”

imageOnce done, I finished my champagne and had a shower and shampoo. Refreshed and blow dried, I sauntered out on the grounds and read my book with a private ocean view. “Life is tough, isn’t it?” my husband texted me. “Yeah, it is.” I wrote back. “But somebody’s gotta do it, and today it’s me!”

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Faking It

After barely surviving the endless snow, brutal cold and icerink like streets wrought by February, I was more than ready for some well earned R&R in warmer climes. We planned several snowles, sunny days in Arizona before taking residence in a beach cottage in gorgeous Santa Barbara, the “American Riviera”, a moniker that is no exaggeration.

But a mostly idle month recuperating from surgery had left my normally fair skin with a pasty pallor. Not just my face; my limbs were blindingly white too. The last thing I wanted was to sport that light deprived skin in the land of bronze and vigorous. I needed a vacation prep  strategy. What to do?

Fake it.

With the help of a few products at the ready, I gave myself a couple pre-flight days to approximate a more robust appearance.
First up, a daily post shower application from head to toe of St.Tropez self tanning oil. An indulgent dry oil, it leaves a streak free golden glow that lasts a week or longer. After a few days of diligent coverage, I had eradicated the winter pale color of my arms, legs and chest. Then I simply re-apply every few days to maintain my color. I also found that if I applied a bit to my face before makeup, it acted as a golden, illuminating primer.

Sun screen is a must, so I am using my favorite discovery of last summer, Australian Gold Sheer Coverage 45 with instant bronzer. Though hard to find (I have to find itonline), it is worth the effort, not only giving me high SPF protection, but an instant and gradually building self tanning action.

Because it takes a LOT of product to transform me from pale face to golden girl, I literally gild the lily with a daily dose of Clarins Radiance Plus Golden Glow Booster. Just 3 drops of this genius product mixed with my night cream or moisturizer keeps me glowing.

I also brought along my Dermalogica Color Corrector. A little squirt of this baby in my light -as -air Maybelline Wonder Fluid-Touch Foundation, and I can match the minimal but all important coverage to my bronzier self.

Lastly, I use my Nars dual blush/bronzer in Orgasm and Laguna to bring color and contour to my cheekbones. A slick of peachy lip color, a touch of gloss and VOILA! It’s time to glow.

* On vacation, I am having photo upload issues. My apologies for lack of picture content.

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From my teens to my forties, my oily skin was an issue. My T-zone was constantly pumping and I never left home without sopping it up with toner and stowing blotting papers to stem the tide while away. Every product I used had to be “oil free”. And then something happened; it was called MENOPAUSE and it was a game changer.

As my hormones took off for parts unknown, two positive things happened: I no longer had to shave my legs and underarms and the oil surplus became an oil shortage. Over the years I have gone from “oily” to “combination” verging on “dry” particularly in winter. Can’t say enough about the challenges of winter 2015! Between the bitter cold and biting wind, my skin has been sapped of moisture, flaking to the point where I am now, shockingly, apply oil to my newly parched skin!

As luck would have it, the skincare industry is having its own little oil glut with oils being the “IT” ingredient of the moment. Every brand is touting the benefits, moisture and glow to be had by using its oil infused products. Kudos to Josie Maran whose argan oil- rich line beat the market trend by years and is one of the best.oils

Here are a few others that I have gotten to know and love:

Origins Clean Energy gentle cleansing oil

I started using this post-laser peel when my skin was ultra-sensitive and it has been a life safer in this frosty weather, gentling emulsifying makeup and leaving me with clean, soft skin.

L’Occitane Shower Oil with almond

Since I discovered it last winter, I will never be without it. Itchy winter body skin? G-o-n-e after using this gem with its yummy scent and gentle lather. I now buy the big refill bag which keeps costs down.

Boots Botanics 100% organic facial oil

A mixture of argan, almond, rose hip and more, Dr Jessica Wu recommends adding a couple of drops to your moisturizer for extra richness. I sometimes rub a couple drops between my fingers and press gently into the skin to soothe my savaged dermis after a wintry blast. I also discovered…

Aura Cacia Rosehip Oil with Vitamin E which is a gentler version of retinol and far more soothing on my sensitive neck than Retin-A. Walgreens and Target carry Boots and Whole Foods, Fairway or the like have rose hip oil.

Kiehl’s Midnight Recovery Concentrate

With evening primrose, lavender and squalane, this is a soothing and hydrating night serum. I like to alternate it with Retin-A.

L’oreal Sublime Sun Suncreen Oil spf 30

I picked this up last summer and added it to my sun protection arsenal. A non-sticky, non-greasy oil, it gives moist protection with a little healthy sheen and no obnoxious scent.

Vea Olio

This a little cult product that I read about awhile ago and recently found online. It is THE oil used in photo shoots to produce gleam-y limbs. Hey, if it’s good enough for the swim suit models, it’s good enough for my bone dry arms and legs, just about to make their winter debut in California. Perfect on the collar bone and exposed shoulders too for an evening out.

Kerastase Oleo-Relax Anti Frizz

My step-grandaughter, Micaela, she of the glorious mane, turned me onto this. While she has mountains of hair, mine is thin and fine so I have to use restraint. But just a drop  rubbed between the fingers and run through the lengths and ends of my hair produce piece-y, shining strands.

Bumble and Bumble UV Protective Polish

Another light, finishing oil, this is geared to preserving and polishing color treated hair.

Coconut Oil

Although originally used for cooking, it has recently become the star of the oil world, purportedly curing all ills on all body parts including whitening teeth. You have to REALLY like the smell of coconut, but it is pretty much one stop shopping if you want one product that can cover a multitude of tasks. Cheap thrills, indeed!

Some of those listed by Pop Sugar:

Makeup remover

Breath freshener (seriously, you have to gargle with it for 20 minutes. I don’t think I could even gargle Champagne for 20 minutes!)

Body cream

Cuticle oil

Lip balm

Stretch mark remover

Shave cream

Body oil

Deep conditioner

Tame hair frizz

And my favorite, Body Exfoliant.

Mix ½ cup coconut oil with a handful of Kosher salt or sugar to rid yourself of flaky, dead skin while leaving moisture behind.

Coconut oil traditionally came solid in a jar but now with all the hoopla, you can buy it in liquid form too.

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