Posts tagged beauty
I’m so into red nails at the moment. I love this colour because it’s a proper no messing around fire engine red. I only like it on really short nails though otherwise it all get a bit too glam for me…
Now I may not always wear my wedding ring (deal with it), but my essential everyday jewellery tells a story, to me, of my history. More than a single piece would. I love the way personal pieces of jewellery layer stories and times together and jumble everything into something that becomes a part of you. I wouldn’t miss many things if I lost them, but I’d miss these babies.
How about you, what do you wear every day?
So talking of freshness, I’m on the hunt today for some fresh haircuts. Actually, Katherine’s from this morning’s post was pretty amazing, but I actually cut into that myself on the shoot and that’s just not the kind of behaviour you can always get away with. Luckily, she’s cool enough to cope with such things.
Most models (especially new faces) have, well, model hair. Lovely and beautiful and everything, but a little bit samey. So I’m after something different. The hunt continues…
I’m not really a great one for buying lots of make up, my tomboy roots have got the better of me there, but recent efforts to maintain a, ahem, professional outlook plus a new found addiction to this site have meant that I’m feeling willing to give it a go.
I took myself off to the Guerlain counter without any big hope. Part of the reason I don’t like the process of buying make up, (as opposed to applying it, which is just fun, sometimes even funny) is because I get very intimidated by Girls At Counters. I always feel like I’ve missed a class on being able to do this stuff and then I get all hot and have to run away.
Am I alone? No.
Does that make it easier? Again, nope.
BUT, I have to say, this was a very positive and enjoyable experience. I wanted the kohl eyeliner that Daphné Hezard demonstrated so beautifully here and the woman at Guerlain was so friendly and nice she showed me in real life how to use it, gave me a couple of samples of other things, was charming and delightful and, (and this is key) didn’t make me feel like an idiot. Hooray.
PS Seriously though, this stuff is great, for example, if, theoretically, and for reasons we don’t really have go into here, one were to, say, have a huge crying fit with it on, you’d think it would be a disaster, but no, in fact, I could pretty much guarantee you, it would still be on when you’d finished. That was way too many commas. I apologise.
So I’ve decided that dance is probably the only form of exercise I can cope with at the moment. Not that I’m about to become a ballerina or anything, very far from it. Last year my friend Sarah and I started taking ballet classes which was hilarious, really, on so many levels, not least because Sarah took ballet from childhood to age 18 and I, well, let’s just say I didn’t. Hadn’t. Ever. I’m just glad there’s no video.
Anyway, we were really keen on it and went regularly for a while and had lots of conversations about how wonderful it was for our posture and how really, we probably would, maybe, get the hang of it at some point but, as so often happens, the habit slipped and we haven’t been for ages.
So, new resolution, without the new year bit..we’re going Back to Ballet. And we’re going to stick with it even if it does involve wearing a leotard in a room full of people who are far more bendy than me. Anyway, I love the little outfits.
Hmmm..I’ll let you know…