My friend CC has great skin, so, when she suggested I try the new French face tightener, I jumped with glee. She was always "toing and froing" to France for work so she was up on "things" over there.

She offered me her source, so I trotted down Madison Avenue to the 50’s and up a flight of stairs to a hair salon – very chic. There I asked for George who greeted me with rapture and took me backstage at the hair salon. Backstage is behind that closed door in every salon where I had always wondered what went on and what it looked like. He went to the freezer – that’s what’s behind the door, a place to keep hair color and lunch and, in this case, popsicles. He gave me one. I said no, I wanted the face tightener, and he explained that for my $300 CASH, I had it. I should melt it a bit and slosh it all over my face and return it to the freezer. Hmmm.

Well I took "it" home, all 2½" of it on a stick in a tiny sealpac (extra $10) and stored it in my freezer. I lovingly took it out, after checking CC’s skin again, let it start to get soft, and the phone rang. Babble-babble-babble. Went to get dressed and, as I was deftly applying eyeliner noticed my wrinkles, raced to the kitchen, and there was a puddle of $300. Pitifully I tried to slush it on my face, but too late, much too late. A Frenchwoman would never have done that.

by Tina