| (As excerpted from Heart to Heart- Gert Thaler's
Personal Journal)
I looked in my very own special mirror and asked the proverbial
question: “Mirror, mirror on the wall, etc., etc.,”
And, as anticipated (and computerized), the answer shot right back:
“You, Queen Gertrude, you are the fairest by far in all the
land.” And then, in a whisper that it obviously hoped I would
not catch, went on with the rest of it’s prophecy: “At
least, for today!” So much for the wisdom of magic mirrors.
I am moisturized, vaporized, Simonized. I sparkle. Like Cinderella,
I got transformed this morning. My neglected skin became the visage
of a racing, ranting beauty, judging from the face that looked back
at me from another mirror- the dreaded magnifying apparatus that
easily picks out all the usually hidden, unfriendly blemishes that
every woman spends valuable makeup time trying to conceal.
I trudged into Sophia Brodsky’s beauty salon on Del Cerro
Boulevard, appropriately called “Sophia,” plunked my
body down in her serene, softly-lit massage room and spent the next
hour and a half revitalizing, renewing and rejuvenating this aging,
overused face. All the time, Sophia was patting and smoothly applying
a magic creamed potion that really seems to have done everything
she has been telling me it would do. My manicurist, Maryjane Martinez,
has been using the facial fixer-upper for over a year, and her skin
has a special sheen that caught my eye and brought me to the decision
that there still might be hope for me. If one day’s treatment
can deliver such overwhelming, user-friendly results, there is every
chance that six months from now, Sophia Loren (no relation to Sophia
Brodsky) might worry about standing next to me in a comparison match.
This “age-defying moisturizer” has been working its
little miracle on a lot of different skin types, I have learned,
and a special plus is that it is hypoallergenic. Its developers
have called it an “anti-wrinkle cream," and as I write
this, 12 hours later, I am still running my fingers along my cheek
to feel the new found softness. As Sophia applied the initial application,
a vaporizer sprayed warm steam across my face, and slowly I sank
into a state of euphoria. As the clock ticked on and she expertly
ran her fingers around the contours of my face, she related her
professional history.
In her native Odessa, at age of 16, Sophia decided to become a
cosmetician. She made a rapid rise from early training as a barber
and became a ladies' hairdresser. Eventually she graduated into
the realm of aesthetician. All of these talents she brought with
her when she immigrated to America in 1976. At first she settled
in Indianapolis, then came to San Diego, where she opened Sophia
Salon.
I treasure the services of Maryjane and Sophia enough to drive
from La Jolla to Del Cerro, and have done so for a number of years.
Sophia, confident in this moisturizer's ability to help reduce wrinkles
by 62% and diminish fine lines by 32%, has launched an exclusive
distributorship in San Diego. The product, called Hydractive 24,
is available only through mail order from her new company SES Enterprises.
We talked about development for her sales, and she decided to offer
the product to the public through continued personal contact and
limited advertising, and because she has always been a faithful
reader of this column, she chose to include Heritage when announcing
her distributorship.
My readers know me well enough to know that I never accept free
merchandise or services. That way, if I choose to write about something,
it comes with an absolute ring of truth. The same goes if I knock
something I found unfavorable. I plunk down my dollars for services
just like everybody else, so you'd better believe me when I write
how excited I am about the smoothness and softness of the texture
of my skin tonight.
The numeral in the Hydractive 24 refers to the 24-hour cycle of
moisturizing action by each of the smoothing agents which make up
the product. At her shop,when Sophia finally quit the intensely
deep cleansing, a mud mask was applied, and Sophia lulled me into
just this side of dreamland by continuing her story of life in Communist
Russia as a beauty operator- a profession which usually earned more
money than a medical doctor. Russian women apparently placed a great
deal of emphasis on visits to a beauty shop- clients lined up and
waited their turns, sometimes for hours.
It seems like forever that I have searched for an ideal moisturizer
as the years added up. There would be days when a flaky dust would
have to be brushed from my facial skin. Not so tonight. Although
this product’s label says it has been formulated to help reduce
signs of premature aging, I am not sure that, in my chronological
stage, too much can be done to put the brakes on. But I do know
that six people who had no idea how I spent my morning today commented
that my skin had a “lovely glow.” WOW! I felt like I
was getting Chanukah presents early.
I am writing about this stuff because if you are fighting that
battle of wrinkles and crinkles, perhaps you will consider giving
this Hydractive 24 a try. It won’t be sold in any local store
for some time as Sophia builds up her distributorship. It can be
ordered for delivery by mail. As I said, the beauty shop is called
Sophia and it is at 6351 Del Cerro Blvd., across the street from
Stump’s Market.
Maryjane, the manicurist, tells me that her facial elasticity has
improved tremendously, as has the softness of the skin itself. As
for me, I’m marking my calendar for 28 days from the date
of the first treatment. My beginning wrinkles should be slightly
(62 %) erased; the fine lines could become less easy to spot; my
skin should have much better moisture balance, and if all these
miracles do their miracling, I may yet get a phone call from my
favorite maker of salad dressings, Paul Newman. With that thought
in mind, I could make an exception to the acceptance of favors in
exchange for the mention of his name. If he gets tied up at the
studio, he could always send me a little salad dressing, three tomatoes
and some of that ready-to-eat lettuce. Free of charge, of course.
The price of a head of lettuce is a miracle in itself. And, if possible,
delivered by Walter Matthau, one of my favorite actors, who might
want to learn about my wrinkle-disappearing act. |


















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