When my mother was 36 - the age I am now - she made only two concessions to the signs of ageing. She coloured her hair with an at-home kit to hide her greys and she started using a moisturiser. Both were inexpensive, and she tells me that she never felt any real pressure to do more - or to spend more - in an effort to hold back the years.
How very different is the landscape of my mid-thirties. Every single day, I am bombarded with suggested methods, treatments, gadgets and gizmos to wage war against the passing sands of time and how those passing sands are showing up on my face and body.
