I am very suggestible.  At least at the make-up counter.  I used to easily dismiss the puffed up claims of beauty products, but now, not so much.

I was out of moisturizer.  This weekend, I was feeling pretty good, so I ventured into the land of box stores.  I'm a creature of habit when it comes to moisturizers.  I always buy the same one.  So, although the make-up counter is filled with promises, they rarely have any effect on me.

But this time, it was different.  I read every advertisement, drolling over the possibilities.   I read about serums and eye creams, mascaras (yes, I still have lashes) and liners.  Lipsticks.  They were all so beautiful.  A palate of lipsticks.  Each one more lushious than the last.

I am very susceptible.  I saw no point in denying that little fact of life.  I asked the sales person about the serums and the creams and the eyeliners.   I was funny.  I took her by surprise.   I had no qualms about making fun of myself and my vulnerabilities.  Kindly the sales person leapt to my aid with handfuls of samples.  She is my new best friend.  I have samples.  Each one a tiny promise. 

My purchase of moisturizer entitled me to the gift pack.  Not being afraid of who I am or what I am going through made a routine transaction loads of fun.  And I got all kinds of free stuff.  How cool is that?