I felt it auspicious to have this sighting yesterday, just days after Thanksgiving, upon leaving the house. Devoid of timidity, this turkey actually allowed me to sidle close up; the grandeur of its feathers spread full, in almost a righteous manner. And what a colorful face. It’s neck sagged and wobbled, though not necessarily indicative of its age. We humans, however, sadly suffer from what’s referred to as “creping,” or the gradual appearance of vertical lines across our delicate necks-the inevitable effect of gravity. I am all about prevention and maintenance. I encourage trying Duchess Marden’s Neck & Décolleté Serum. It also does wonders in fading dark spots (using healthy, natural ingredients, of course)!
This is the time of year to renew and reset yourself; a time for deep introspection prompting positive action, perhaps by default for yourself, but ultimately for the benefit of others. It is not just about what is imbibed or inscribed, but rather our intention and the results. On the lighter side, it may be viewed akin to exfoliation - the shedding of layers no longer needed, and that no longer serve… and while you’re at it, treat yourself to the purest and cleanest exoliator. If you feel good, and you look good, it will be reflected on your countenance!
My Grandmother nicknamed me Duchess. My brother was the Duke, and of course, my sister was Madame Butterfly. She was an absolute character, obsessed with opera and the ballet; the type who would force you to sit beside her in front of the TV, watching the dancers leap across the stage. She had a dramatic, commanding presence, and could entertain like no one’s business. She would write me long-winded letters that began, “Dear Duchess,” recounting stories referencing her friends, as though I knew them. My siblings and I would sit and read these letters together and giggle. She certainly upheld the theme to which I also ascribe:
Grow Old Gracefully
(and a little Anti-Wrinkle Serum never hurts)!
As I prepare my body and skin for the holidays, for being in the sun, out in a bathing suit, then days later in the snow and wind, I realize that no matter how firm my intention (P90X), I need to resist french fries (no matter how great they smell), sleep more than 4 hours a night, and make the time to get the best facial I can find. Fortunately for me, I am in NY this week, and can stop in to heavenly Tres Belle Petite Medi Spa in Brooklyn for a Duchess Marden Facial!! Ooh, I just read that they are offering specials on our facials…now you’re talking!
Harvest time is upon us. We must surround ourselves with a sensation of bounty by making something from what we have, and pausing with the greatest sense of gratitude for just that. Rather than accumulating things gratuitously, I have always had a preference for treating myself to a few select and special things that have meaning. This has been my approach in developing the Duchess Marden line - always with thoughtful consideration of core “cherry picked” ingredients of the finest quality that produce benefits, and a pleasurable experience. Try anything of ours, and linger on this thought - made slowly with love, and the pleasure of your experience in mind.
Now that summer has come to an end, you are faced with seeing everyone in their back-to-school mode… Are you ready to show yourself (with or without a tan and some good summer escapade story)? View this video from me for some great suggestions on having a fresh/clear look: End of Summer Skincare
Here we are seated, awaiting receipt of our next successive belts in Tae Kwon Do, provided we have earned and achieved the requirements. It is a life-long practice with no real end goal. Along the way, we will learn methods of self-defense, stretching our bodies and minds to a greater potential. Part of the practice is the expression of respect to youngsters and the elderly alike. It is a dance, a chant and a ritual like no other, mindful of body space and directed by unwavering voice and a determined gaze.
I cried like a baby when I was told we’d have to take down this oak on our property. It had gotten Sudden Oak Death Syndrome, then in it’s weakened state, was attacked by bark beetles. You get attached to your trees, so a part of our landscape, our history; a vital, never fully realized creature of nature to behold. And our Mothers, the same. They are out there. They are with us. And then they are not. So viscerally a part of our fabric, our nature, and a being and force to behold. Their intentions, not always understood, their messages, oftentimes obscure. Then, we become parents, and recognize what a tremendous responsibility we hold (larger than life). For it is life we are forming, principles we are guiding and values we are presenting. Ponder your own such challenges and sincerity, and you will invariably appreciate your Mother.
You stop in time, and want time to stand still. The day goes dark, and you find yourself locking the door. Wasn’t I just going through this motion (or was that yesterday)? Linger on a moment, and you realize that time is slipping by without your express permission. Cherish time. Place fresh flowers and leaves around your space. Sip your favorite drink in the evening. caress your child’s cheeks. Smile at them even when you are angry. Remain calm and nurture your sentient self.
Face it, you are cute. As my Mother used to say, “After looking at the same face in the mirror for so many years, you sort of get used to it, and it begins to grow on you.” It’s true. You have your certain something - your own cuteness factor. Studies may claim that it is possible to deduce universal cuteness down to a science: the size of the eyes, the distance between the eyes, etc. But why (pray tell) do some women think that an artificially puffed up upper lip looks good? Believe it or not, Kelly Lebrock was actually born with those lips! I was reminded the other day when I did a store training that many women call our Anti-Wrinkle Serum their “natural golden Botox,” (which I’m actually ok with). One woman named Jennifer swears that even after smoking for years, when she applies Duchess Marden’s Anti-Wrinkle Serum around her mouth, her lips are full and wonderful. A very young woman approached me at the tail end of the training and smiled sheepishly. “I’m just over 20, and I have this line across my forehead.” She swept her long fine brown hair away for a brief moment to share. “My Dad says it’s from moving my brows up and down,” she told me. I was told that your Anti-Wrinkle Serum could help. “Yes, it is healthy, and can certainly improve the texture of your skin,” I told her, but let me share something too.” I showed her my own forehead. “My Mom used to tell me the same thing, but I can’t help it, I’m simply very expressive with my face,” I told her. Amuse yourself. Next time you are extremely angry, and aware of your scowl, run to a mirror and look at your face, and especially at your exaggerated facial lines. Now smile. You are still cute, even when you try not to be. But yes, Anti-Wrinkle Serum helps!