cropped-IMG_1692.jpgIMG_3358If you know me well, you know I don’t have a green thumb. When I had a beautiful garden, I had a lot of help and I contributed to the local economy!!! When I moved to Miami, we settled into an apartment, so no garden. I do, however, love plants….go figure. I used to buy them, tend them for a while and when they could not be helped…out they went. Worked very well through the years. Still, it seemed such a waste.IMG_5086

23_23When a dear friend, Guido, gave me an orchid for Mother’s Day in 2003, (there it is on that day!!!) all that changed. He passed away a few months later, 12 years ago today. I didn’t want to lose the plant. So, my quest for trying to keep it alive led me to buy more plants, trying to get them to bloom several times a year, finding the best place to help them thrive.  I Googled how to care for them, I asked questions where I bought them, bought fertilizers and blooming-food. I still have that first one (there you have it on the right!!!) and it blooms twice a year. In other words, I became a bit obsessed……and I love it!!!IMG_4712

My efforts have paid off; haven’t bought a plant in ages. Right now, I have 10 in bloom and others that are almost ready. Still working on variety, trying to get colors and shapes that catch my eye, but not overdoing it. After all, I am just a beginner at this; but my daughter calls me the Orchid Guru!!!IMG_1773IMG_0501

I just went on holiday for Easter Week. Left them all inside just in case there was too much sun or heat or wind. Came back and they are fine, some went back outside to get the morning sun. Those in bloom are all over the apartment. It feels great to know I can do this. Simple pleasures, simple joys……part of life. The difference is that I now sit back and realize they were here all along. Wonderful!!!


This has just been a short post, just to show off my beautiful flowers.

They are something that gives me such pleasure. Life is good, my orchids tell me so.

Don’t you agree?



Lessons Learned and Sanibel Island

Over the Thanksgiving Holiday, my favorite, my family went to Sanibel Island. While I was in Panamá stressing about my mother, her move, her care, my husband and children planned this getaway. As I have said before, these are the best trips!!! All I had to do was pack my bag and go.

We left on Tuesday the 24th, stopped for a fabulous brunch at a small cafe in Coral Gables and drove to Sanibel. It is true that I dislike the roads and highways in Florida. Unfortunately with good reason, but this time I was instantly relaxed, so slept most of the way.

The plan was to relax, watch sunsets, celebrate Thanksgiving and enjoy each other company. It has always been important in our family to take time to recharge batteries and reconnect. This trip was our effort to do this before the craziness of the Christmas Season.

12301709_10153890851636802_8608273706029870815_nThat is the first lesson, not new, but so essential. You need time with your loved ones to reaffirm your bonds, to get closer, to just enjoy their company without any definite plan. Unpacking done, we went to have something to eat. Did you know you can have alligator meat in this area without any trouble? Not that we were going to even try it…..we are not that adventurous!!! The place, fortunately, had other choices.

Lesson two, the family that plays together……yes, we do that. Twice we played miniature golf. I am sure not everyone shares our passion for this game, but it’s a family tradition, if we are together and there is one around: we must play. This is old-fashioned and corny, but we love it. We found one: The Story of Tarzan, complete with giant gorillas, water traps, banana tees and crates of all sizes. Along the way, we were treated to painted boards with parts of the book by Edgar Rice Burroughs. Frank plays real golf, so he did well, but we all had a ball.

When in the hotel, we played rounds of the new Trivial Pursuit. You can get the funniest answers in this family, so there were laughs and jokes. We also played Scattergories.  There was more laughing and joking when words never heard of before made it to Frankie’s answers. My mind was either too relaxed to concentrate or just in suspended animation. My paper more than not was empty!!!

89cbe25a32f8be3c6eca62c05a689d71Lesson three, really, take to the road and see where it takes you. Too much planning could so curtail your fun. Getting to know the place you are visiting is a priority if you want to enjoy the trip. First stop: the lighthouse and the beach. Beautiful weather to be outdoors. We also visited the  Sanibel Historical Museum and Village. It was a great idea. This was easy, relaxing and informative. The lives of those first inhabitants was not easy, but it was exciting. I found out that the mild weather invites rocking chairs……there was an abundance of them and I sat on each and every one. Have pictures to prove it!!! After this visit, time for a late lunch was approaching, so we asked for recommendation from the staff. Got the best:  Rosie’s Cafe & Grill. Owned by a direct descendant of one of the first African-American families to settle on the island. Remember to try their homemade ice cream.

IMG_4582Lesson four: the best Thanksgiving lunch is the one you do not cook and someone else serves for you. Hands down, you will get no argument from me. Camille had made reservations at the Sanibel Island Golf Club. Wonderful setting, delicious traditional food, unlimited Mimosas. The service was attentive and the atmosphere just right. The weather was mild and sunny, so a walk around the fairways after the meal was a perfect idea.

IMG_4608Lesson five, if you enjoyed the beach…..go back!!! Every stretch of beach was fairly crowded and the water too cool for these island people, but walking along the water edge was so what we needed. Went shell collecting, no seaglass…..I wonder why. Of course, when it was that time when the sun goes down and everything is tinted in beautiful colors: from reds and oranges to peaches and golds,  we headed for the beach. Drinks in hand, we sat looking at the spectacle. Well worth it…and I have been an admirer of sunsets all my life.

8534fe5d8d5557c4f231739f247325c5Lesson six, you should go bicycling with your family. Well, in my case I have gotten out of this one for years. Never did learn to do this well and never had any interest in trying again. This time there was no getting out of that, exploring the island was something everyone wanted to do. Easy solution: I got a tricycle!! Yes, it was fun. Not that I care at all, but there were others doing the same and it’s so much easier!!!  Don’t you love the outfit? Stopped for a great and healthy lunch at Traders Gulf Coast Grill & Gifts. Picked up some original gifts for the Holidays too.  On our wanderings around in our bicycles (and tricycle), we got to see the residential parts of the island, the quiet neighborhoods away from the tourists, the lush vegetation. It is beautiful.

The hotel itself had few things to offer, but a dip in the hot tub, was more than welcome at the end of the day. We managed to walked around and enjoyed the full moon on Thanksgiving night. We even had time for a small shopping trip across the road at the outlet stores and ended our stay with a visit to a small arts and craft festival and a visit to a vintage store. Great ending!!!

 We got back to Miami tired, but ready for the Holidays.

Wine, Rain and Tears

IMG_0555What a combination these made on my last trip to Panama. After almost nine years and twenty-six trips, we finally made the hardest decision. Our mother is now in a place where she can get all the care she needs and we are still adjusting to the idea.

On November 6th, my sister Ana and I went to Panama. This time we were not coming back without finding a permanent solution to our mother’s care. The next ten days were stressful, sentimental, cramped with difficult decisions and strangely enough, funny.

It was raining when we arrived and it rained all the way to my mother’s hometown. At times I was driving at 50 km/h. Thankfully, Ana kept me company and we plowed ahead. Took us longer than usual, but we were so grateful when we arrived. It was clear!!!

Laura was waiting for us and we realized we were just in time. Caring for an aging parent is hard enough, doing it without help is almost impossible. The decision was made….there was no reason to continue. Our mother was not receiving the adequate care, nurses are so hard to get. They prefer to work at hospitals. Never mind that we paid well, offered benefits and made them feel at home. They want to go home at the end of their shift, see their families, enjoy their lives.

The first few of days, we just concluded the plans, gathered the necessary paperwork, medications and personal items she would need. We visited her doctor, who agreed with our decision, went over the new treatment for her sleeplessness, made her as comfortable as possible and waited.

In the evenings, we sat around talking, reminiscing and laughing while having a glass or two of wine, and more than once, crying. It was not going to be easy, but we were determined to get this right. It was the least we could do for our mother. After all, she was counting on us being there for her until the end. Having to change plans was not what she expected nor what we thought would happen.

Finally the day arrived: Friday Nov 13th. We rented a special car, big enough to accommodate her belongings, Doris, her companion of more than twenty-five years and a nurse. We chose someone she knew well. We engaged a driver also.  We planned every detail. The owner of the home had advised us that it was better for us not to travel with her. Too many goodbyes, she said, would make it so much harder for our mother and for us. We had to trust her, she has done this for years. As you can imagine, it was not easy.

Shortly after they left, I drove to the city. It was better if one of us was available if our presence was needed. It was a long and lonely drive, but I made good time. Arriving in the city, it started to rain again. Then the hotel had mixed up my reservations and I had no room for that night.

IMG_3615Had to drive to a different hotel for one night. Nothing to it…….well, not so fast. Even though it was close by, traffic, one-way streets and rain made it an ordeal. It took me more than an hour to navigate a few city blocks!!! Fortunately the place was great, the service excellent and my evening was better than I had expected.

My sisters arrived the next day. I had already checked in at our hotel, so I left to return the rented car. We settled for the evening, talked so more, watched the news from Paris, tried to relax and kept in touch with the person in charge of the home. Then it started raining again, but there was no wine.

Sunday arrived and we got ready to go see our mother, at least see how she was coping. After a very good brunch washed down with Mimosas, we were ready. By then the skies had opened and it was raining cats and dogs. Never mind, we were so pleasantly greeted by the owner, who is a friend of friends. She was warm, engaging, so caring and understanding. She put us at ease immediately. We left with tears in our eyes, but with a gladdened heart.

We realize this has truly been the right decision. Our mother has adapted well; she is sleeping, eating and engaging with others. Her special chair and hospital bed have arrived. In time, we will decorate her room with all her personal mementos. The care is just what she needs at this stage, there is always someone there if she needs it. There is also the company of other ladies, who have taken to her so lovingly.

More trips will happen, but they will be more relaxed, more to enjoy our mother than to run around trying to solve problems. She is in good hands. Almost everyday, we receive reports, we receive photos and we are grateful. Next time, there will be wine for celebration, tears of happiness and relief. Not so sure about the rain, but that would be welcome too.IMG_3609

Unconventional Wisdom and a Four Letter Word

IMG_2346Learning is something that never stops. All our lives we are learning. Must importantly: how much is just conventional ideas, accepted by most and how much is unconventional and wonderful and good for the soul? Have to say it is a matter of opinion or a matter of timing. Sometimes I think I give this too much thought. Fortunately, thinking have taught me that unconventional wisdom is the way to happiness.

Go with the flow, accept, use everything to make your life better, I tried to tell myself…….and finally I have listened. I am aware everyday of these lessons, I even write posts about them here. Most of the time I strive to put them to work for my family, my friends….mostly I try to put them to work for me!!!

I am sure I will get to ninety since my mother’s female line is full of ladies that got to their nineties. My mother is almost ninety-two. Besides, my paternal grandmother was ninety-eight when she died. So, my ninety year old self would have a lot to say to me. Her advise would be mostly unconventional and very positive.

I just have to listen:

Do not fight everything, pick your fights and win them!!!

Do not pay attention to what people say, they have their own problems and are just ignoring them by meddling in your life.

Pay attention to what you love, what you like and what makes you happy. Everything else is not important, trust me!!!

Financial security can be achieved at any age.

You just have to trust your instincts and be less apprehensive.

Love can last an age, do not give up on it. Who would have thought!!!

Keep doing what you are doing, it’s your time now.

Finally, you are getting to a point where you are happy with who you are and enjoying life. Good for you. You have a long and full life ahead. Live it to the max.

P1000086My ninety year old self would also tell me to FUEL everything in my life, now when it still counts. That is my four letter word,  and what a wonderful one it is.

Fuel your new-found interests, fuel your love life, fuel your relationships with your children, friends or sisters.

Fuel your intellectual curiosity, do not give up on your talents.

Fuel the recognition you are getting for your efforts by keeping up your inspiration.

Finally, she would say: This was so much fun, so glad we had this conversation!!!

Lessons Learned and Curaçao Weddings

After more than 12 years going back and forth to my former home, something did change this last trip. We went to the wedding of Anjali, whom we have known all her life. So you can imagine it was a very lovely occasion. As a cherry on the pie, it was an Indian wedding. Several days of celebrations, meeting old friends, visiting Curaçao…it couldn’t have been better.

IMG-20150722-175101It was a last-minute idea, we were just there for another wedding a month ago. That one was a family wedding, Daniela is our niece despite not been related by blood. It was beautiful, sentimental, the kind of event that warms your heart and you will remember forever.  Seeing the bride walking to meet her future husband on the arm of her brother Nathan, brought more than some of us to tears.

1932381_10153367496863767_8473937129773430490_nWe were missing her father and her uncle, such wonderful men, gone too soon. The party under the stars was a joyful celebration and we danced and laughed and gave thanks. It was also a bit sad. Still, that trip was wonderful, we stayed a week, I played bridge, we went to the beach very day, saw friends and family……recharged our batteries. When we left, I wanted to come back as soon as possible. It was as it had always been, a trip home.

IMG_3927This time we were to enjoy another fun five days. Do not get me wrong, it was exactly that. So much fun as Indian weddings can usually be. From the prayers and dinner the day we arrived to the fabulous wedding party four days later. The ceremonies, the mehndi, the bangles, the beautiful costumes, the food, the friends I haven’t seen in while or in years, the children all grown-up married, with children…..what can I say.

On these occasions, you have no time to stop and think. You go with the flow and soak everything, enjoying every minute. Of course, there were the side trips to the beach every time we could. We had a few mishaps with hotel reservations because the internet service was down and the feeling you are not up to par when you chose your outfit……it’s hard to outshine a sari!!

There was no time for much until Sunday afternoon. After a very good breakfast and time spent with family at a barbecue, we returned to the hotel and the beach again. It was late afternoon and not too many people. The water was just perfect. When the sun set in the usual spectacular way, we walked along the beach. It was so peaceful…….and suddenly so lonely!!!

I felt a bit down, something wasn’t quiet right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I could certainly feel it. Walking back to our room, darkness suddenly fell, as it does in the tropics. The entrance to our building was so quiet and in shadows. What a difference from the day before!!! Up in our room, another mishap: nobody had serviced it…..unmade bed, no towels and more shadows. To say I lost it is an understatement. This was too much, I thought, and walked out all the way to the front desk and complained most forcefully. Fortunately, the personnel manning the desk acted quickly: housekeeping sent someone to make the bed, clean the bathroom and a stack of towels, soft and fluffy was delivered.IMG_3957

Refreshed and casually dressed, we walked along darken halls, listening to the break of the waves, the sing-song of birds and the quiet. We went for Italian ice-cream and checked our emails at the restaurant which did have internet service. Not wanting to go back to our rooms, we decided to have a small pizza. Outside, other guests were sitting on comfortable chairs enjoying the balmy air while zipping tropical drinks. Everything was in shadows, have no idea why this made me sad…..there were laughs and everyone was having a great time.

So it was me. Finally, and without even noticing, I realized that this island paradise will never be home gain. It is that simple. Friends that have lived there for years and moved away have told me in more than one occasion that they do not want to go back. I never understood this. Now I do, trips there should be about enjoying what is there now, never about trying to recapture the past. Letting it go as home and embracing it as a wonderful place to visit, that is what these weddings taught me, and not too soon!!!

What is Style?

The idea of this post came to me last Saturday when I went to watch a documentary about a most fascinating woman. Iris Apfel, 94 years old, is stylish. She has been praised over and over as someone who knows about style. So what is STYLE, really. In the case of Iris, see for yourself, not many of us could pull this off!!

I know this is a topic everyone talks about, not everyone understands and everyone wants to have. This doesn’t mean I know what I am talking about, but I have decided to explore the meaning of this elusive quality.

Starting from the beginning, let’s what the dictionary says. Conventional idea, but a safe one, I feel.

noun: style; plural noun: styles
  1. 1.
    a manner of doing something.
    • a way of painting, writing, composing, building, etc., characteristic of a particular period, place, person, or movement.
    • a way of using language.
    • a way of behaving or approaching a situation that is characteristic of or favored by a particular person.
      noun: one’s style; plural noun: one’s styles
    • an official or legal title.
  2. 2.
    a distinctive appearance, typically determined by the principles according to which something is designed.
  3. 3.
    elegance and sophistication.
    synonyms: flair, stylishness, elegance, grace, gracefulness, poise, polish, suaveness, sophistication, urbanity, chic, dash, panache, elan; More

    informalclass, pizzazz
verb: style; 3rd person present: styles; past tense: styled; past participle: styled; gerund or present participle: styling
  1. 1.
    design or make in a particular form.
    synonyms: design, fashion, tailor

    • arrange (hair) in a particular way.
  2. 2.
    designate with a particular name, description, or title.
This is a very long definition, but it has most of what I was looking for: flair, elegance, sophistication, trend, vogue, pizzazz…..you get my meaning.  If we keep digging, we can find other definitions: a distinctive manner of expression, a phenomenon that gives birth to an art motif, a specific manner of behaving. This is also why, writing about style can be a bit complicated.
Not trying here to make-up a new definition of the word, only trying to convey the fact that, regardless of long and complicated definitions, style means different things to different people. Consequently, we can all achieve our own!!!
Coco Chanel, for many the ultimate arbiter in style, once said: “Fashion fades, only style remains the same”. That is a mantra to live by for many women, but not enough yet. Most modern women live to follow fashion regardless if it looks good on them or not. What a pity!!!
If we consider this, then style is very personal. Still, there are certain requirements. Who decides these? and should we care? Also, we all can come up with a variety of women and men with a kind of personal style, but who are not considered stylish. Is this only a preference then? Are we to follow someone’s idea of style? Or are we going to follow our own and be happy with who we have become? From sophisticated to trendy, to in-vogue, from lavish to simple…..from striking to chic, from having or not that special flair: we all have our styles. Be proud of yours.
To help me along the way, I try to concentrate on another quote that I have striven to follow for years with mixed success. “In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different”. I am most definitely NOT Iris Apfel, in the sense that I am not going to become famous for my style. On the other hand,  truthfully: I feel very stylish…..most of the time!!!

Lessons Learned and Extended Family

I come from a very large family. My mother had eight brothers and sisters. Growing up there were twenty-eight cousins to deal with, play with, spend vacations with. It was amazing. Those cousins did their part and we had twenty-three children among ourselves. Not bad, I would say, since seven of us did not have children. Nowadays, the cousins are having grandchildren: nine and counting.

As with any family, there have been disagreements, arguments, differences of opinion along the way. Somehow we managed to stay in touch and function as a family for decades. Much had to do with our mother. She was the eldest sister and always made sure everyone kept their cool and stay in the bosom of the family. Hard work indeed, we now realize.

For my sisters and I, living for years away from Panama, it was a comfort that she had her extended family around her, keeping her company.  They kept her engaged and occupied when we couldn’t. Somehow, we were looking at the situation in a very different way than the rest of the family. I have always been a bit detached, not quite fitting in, but happy to see everyone and enjoy family time when I visited. My sister Laura was very involved, visiting regularly and taking her children to get acquainted with her side of the family. Ana was more distant, but this didn’t stop her from visiting and doing the family thing.

We thought everything was fine and our mother was happy. We were grateful.  She visited us often, came to all her grandchildren’s special occasions, travel with us for fun. Our relationship was wonderful and we treasured out times together. Without ever telling us, her family thought we were not doing enough. What to do? Isn’t this something every family goes through? We were sure of that, so we didn’t give it a second thought.

On December 31st, 2006, our mother suffered a massive stroke. She was almost 83 years old, active, full of life and so much fun. We were expecting her to enjoy good health well into her nineties as women in her family have done for generations. It was not to be. In a matter of minutes, all that changed.

That it has been a long and arduous road, it’s an understatement. That we have discovered that our extended family is not what we thought, it’s a sad truth. Consequently, my sisters and I have grown very close. There is now a bond so strong, we can read our thoughts!!! They are my closest friends because we have shared so much. We are there for each other unconditionally and I am very fortunate to have them in my life. Would not know what to do without them.

Still, we all need more than the small circle of our immediate family. It is a human trait, we need company, we need people around us to help us carry on. So here is what I have learned. Family is what you make it. Blood ties are not always what bounds us to people and what make us think of them as family.

Family is the people you have near you, the ones that are there when you need a hand, a shoulder to cry on, a hug, a smile, an understanding ear. Family is the ones that run to you when you are sad, take charge when you need comfort, let you grief in peace, rejoice with you when you are happy, do not ask questions until you are ready to talk and support your decisions even if they do not agree with them.

Family, in other words, is so much more than common ancestors. Family is a support system that helps you navigate the difficult times and is there to celebrate with you on the happy ones. Family is behaving in the same manner and reciprocating the love, attention and support you receive. Family is a feeling you share with those around you.

As I have grown older, I realize the importance of an extended family. Who would fill this role? In the years I have lived away from Panama, in different places and cultures, I have been so lucky to have found some wonderful friends. We have shared  experiences, being there for each other at difficult moments. They have seen me cry and share my sorrows, they have seen me laugh and share my happiness. They are now scattered on all corners of the world; we do not see each other often, some of us just  keep in touch once a year, but I know I can call, email, present myself at their door and it will be fine. I am grateful to each and every one of them. This is the other powerful lesson I have learned: these friends are part of my extended family!!!

The Mystery of the Finger Splint

IMG_3145Now I can say all sort of strange things happen to me!!! Let’s start at the beginning. On December 30th, trying not to fall I held on to a shelf in my closet. I managed to hold on, but unfortunately my hand got caught and my pinky was bent out of shape.  Literally. It didn’t hurt at the beginning and Frankie and I had a good laugh looking at it. We were going out to dinner with friends, so there was no time to do much about that. I taped it really tight and forgot about it for the rest of the night.

I should have known it was not going to be alright. At our age, my sister keeps reminding me, everything that happens can cause permanent damage. Don’t even want to think what that means!!! So it was that the next day, I knew I needed help. My finger was hurting like crazy and still looking rather funny. Off we went to the Baptist Urgent Care facility near our home. After a couple of hours of waiting, several X-Rays, doctor and nurses coming and going, a metal splint was fitted to my finger. Immediately, it felt better, but the diagnosis was not good: lacerated tendon. Sounded awful and the doctor talked about a hand specialist, maybe surgery. Not what I wanted to hear the last day of the year. There was a New Year to welcome.

IMG_3153I was to wear this contraption for about 2 week, taking it off only to shower. The finger had to be taped before put back into the splint. If anything, I am good at following instructions if they would safe me a trip to a doctor!!! For the next two weeks, I was very good about this. I went to the pool, went out on a sailboat with friends, sat in the hot tub (great for the dull ache in my finger), completed small chores around the house; everything while wearing my splint.

This past Sunday, there was excitement in the air. The New England Patriots were playing the Indianapolis Colt for the AFC Championship. Boston sports teams are taken very seriously in our house. After spending time in the sun and having some light supper, Camille and I worked for a while on her closet. She is de-cluttering and getting things ready to give away or sell.

When I finally sat down to watch the game, my finger was hurting. I thought I needed some painkillers. To my surprise, I needed my splint!!! I looked at my hand and laughed, it had disappeared. Since I had not been out since we came back from the pool, we decided it had to be in the house. In between plays we all looked, everywhere. Even went through the rubbish, nothing. I knew I needed another one, so Frankie call the Baptist Urgent Care facility where they gave me the splint. He was told to go to a drugstore and get another one. He did at half-time. By then the Pats were winning 24-7.

IMG_3248He couldn’t find the same kind, but for now, I thought, it would do. My finger felt better. The Pats ended up winning 45-7…..a first class trouncing!! I went to sleep very happy, but my finger was not feeling that great.

We were convinced that the splint was somewhere around the house. Monday dawned on us and it was beautiful. Frankie and I went for a walk, Camille had to work. After my shower, we looked everywhere again. I took down things from my closet, cleaned Camille’s bedroom, swept under the beds, chairs, furniture. Nothing!!! The new splint wasn’t working, so off went Frankie again to get a different one. It feels better, but never the same; it’s bulkier and awkward. During the night it slipped off my finger and the pain woke me up. Other than that, it will have to do.

Almost a week has gone by and we haven’t found the darn thing. My house is so clean and organized, you would not believe it. My friends know I am not domesticated, so all this manual labor has taken its toll. I am exhausted. So last Tuesday, I took time for myself. I went out to lunch with a friend and walk back to my house. It was a beautiful, if cloudy day. Nothing of the splint, no idea where it went.

Strangest thing ever and it is driving me crazy. I have a doctor appointment next week to check on my finger, maybe get the right splint this time. In the meantime, I have to accept the fact that it will not be found, period. A real mystery.

IMG_3262P.D. Again, I believe anything can happen to me!!! Last Thursday, as I told you, I went to the doctor. My finger is slowly healing and I do not have to use that kind of splint anymore. I will be wearing a new  design. It’s a small piece of plastic covered in adhesive tape. The finger was gently bent upwards and the tape wrapped around it to keep it in place. Four more weeks to go. Of course, Frankie was really happy, but asked what are we going to do with the one he bought. I had no answer other than we could keep it in our First Aid box, but there was more to come.

The mystery has been solved. Yes, one week to the day, Camille found the elusive splint attached to one of her skirts, in her closet. I went through that place several times, how did I miss it? and how did it leave my finger and got itself attached to the skirt? The Universe works in mysterious ways and may the Patriots win the Super Bowl…..after all the nonsense about the “deflated” footballs!!!IMG_3264

Final Thoughts on L’Oreal Cell Renewal


This is my last post for L’Oreal Age Perfect creams and serum. It seems I just started using these products. When I received them, the packaging surprised me. It looks expensive even if you can buy the products at the drugstore. Have been using them since October and still happy I decided to take part in this campaign. Knowing that I can continue using them and getting results without paying exorbitant prices is a definite plus.

I will not look 20 again or even 40, but my skin feels softer and smoother. Applying make up is easier, which is another advantage I wasn’t expecting. My skin only requires a light make-up base and some concealer to have an even tone. At my age, this is priceless. Getting compliments is another reason to use them, who doesn’t like to hear they don’t look their age?

So far, I can say the #CellRenewal system is working for me. I have stuck with this longer than I had with other routines. I can say that with my constant inner hydration (glasses and glasses of water a day!!!) this has been the easiest and more affordable beauty regimen I have tried. Besides, if this is good enough for Dame Helen Mirren, it is good enough for me!!! Give it a try, you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

As you know by now, I am participating in a Vibrant Influencer Network campaign for L’Oreal Age Perfect. Even though I am in no way affiliated with the company and do not earn a commission or percent of sales, I am receiving a fee for posting. The opinions expressed in this post are my own, though.

Will These break the Cycle?


It’s been a little over a month since I started using L’Oreal Age Perfect Cell Renewal creams and serum. I am not usually impressed by beauty creams. Unfortunately, my experience has been that most do not live up to their promises. Over the years this became a cycle: try one, let go, try another, back to the first and so on. When I started this, I didn’t know if these products would be the ones to break that cycle.

True, I was impressed with the creams absorbed easily into my skin. The serum was silky and soft and all had the most delicious scent. Dry patches began to disappear and my skin was softer. Still, I didn’t know if I would stick with them, but was encouraged to continue with my routine.

I am happy to report that so far, so good. I have noticed enough change with these #CellRenewal creams to continue. Not only is my skin softer, its tone has even out and I have been complimented about it!!! Friends have asked me what am I using and a woman at the hairdresser commented on my grey hair going so well with my lovely skin. That made my day.

The Holidays are upon us, this is the time to share the news with my friends. Now, I am letting you in on a secret. L’Oreal is giving away a  $2.00 coupon so you can try these products. Take advantage, here is the link: Holiday Gift Coupon. Who doesn’t like a gift of beauty? Make sure you let me know how this works for you!!!


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