From time to time I write a newsletter and send it to Rosa followers. In essence it is a vehicle to publish the latest and greatest about my passion - Rosa Organics - but in true female fashion, I get waylaid by happenings in my life and tend to give such happenings precedence. I cannot see this changing, because when I was a kid, it was not polite to talk about oneself ad-infinitum, as enjoyable as talking about oneself may be. Nope, you talk about other things, or you ask questions of the person or persons in your orbit at the time. Which is well and good of course if such personages have a personality? How often have you been in a situation...cocktail party, telephone conversation (the worst), dinner table, alone with the host's spouse while said host is in the kitchen...? when you valiantly try to get a conversation going and it just ain't happening! At first you ask questions but come the fourth or fifth monosyllabic answer two choices present themselves...1) you plaster an inane "gee, I am having a great time" expression on your face 2) you babble. I tend to do the latter. The other evening I was invited to drinks with a couple I had just met. I babbled so prolifically that I clean forgot to breathe. When I finally excused myself, I dashed home and hauled out a paper bag and hyperventilated furiously into the bag. Then I lay down on the floor in exhaustion. Which is nothing, I am sure, to compare with the exhaustion of having to listen to the babble of a fringe generalist. (Fringe generalist = someone who has a one liner on just about every topic in the book!) I have a friend who impressed me no end with his vast intellect and knowledge. That he is an artist and as such in the same creative camp as I am should have given me a hint to the extent, or rather limit, of that knowledge. I would sit and drink up all this information until one day his butt was firmly parked in a chair on my (then) Edwardian Veranda with a Frangipani branch as backdrop. Opposite him was another Fringe Generalist and the two of them vied with each other for the Ad Lib trophy that was up for grabs. My goodness! What a load of hogwash. But rather than demote said friend from the exalted position of intellectual know-it-all, I merely elevated myself into a notch marginally higher than he on the yardstick. For after all, women, if they are wise, know when to say hummm and ahhhh when in deep water! Men, on the other hand, just keep going. Take for example my Dad. Too precious for speech. He is in his 80s and never has there been a more perfect specimen than Dad. Yesterday, he ventured off in his ancient Camry in search of a new beach to walk on. In his quest his car got stuck in the soft sand leading to the beach and who knows how long he sat there spinning his wheels until a couple came along to save him. Now Dad is a tad inventive in the memory department so when asked by the very nice couple where he hailed from he became an orphan with no home or family. Fortunately, "detective" may have been in the CV of one of his rescuers because it was established that he lived in a retirement village not far from where he was stuck and once the couple had extricated Dad from the sand, they watched with dismay as he set off in the opposite direction from the retirement village described. To cut a very long story short. My sister's (see family?) husband was alerted and he screeched off in the direction that Dad had headed. Only to find that the clutch of the ancient Camry had given up the ghost and had (fortunately) stranded Dad for the second time that day. Peter saved Dad, had the car towed to the garage and all was well. Last night I was chatting to Dad not letting on that I knew of his adventure and the story was, well, inventive. He had gone to the beach to meet son in law. En route a lady managed to mess up his clutch and Peter just happened to have a toe truck handy at one of the remotest beaches on that coast line. Today Peter is looking into Tracker and Netstar because we have decided that the angels may need a little help from time to time!
And now to the purpose of this blog. ROSA ORGANICS. Always save the best for last. Rosa Organics is in the business of making women (and some men) look exceptionally beautiful with the least effort possible. The reason for the "least effort" lies in the fact that the vehicle for enhancing the natural (pun intended) beauty of the women (and some men) is a simple, exclusive and highly active range of organic and natural serums for the skin. After years of riding horses on the magical continent of Africa with the sun at its zenith most of the time my skin got a daily dose of the natural bronzing technique. Years later and the natural bronzing became more than a little tarnished and a miracle was needed to restore it to is youthful lustre. Well the BIG miracle is still being sought, but Rosa serums all contain a little miracle in their bottles. Designed by nature and harnessed by Rosa Organics, you cannot do much better in the beautification of the skin department. And here I am talking good, bad and indifferent skins. Natural does not distinguish. It will give your skin exactly what it needs.
Till later.....
Lynn
