While I might look serious, Today I Am anything but.
I would love to tell you I am dressed in the formal because I am making a super-human effort to look attractive and “not let myself go”. Dressing for myself and all that – banishing the tracksuit and not saving the best until last. Nothing could be further from the truth and while it is a perfectly adorable thought; my foray into the evening dress was for a different reason altogether.
As I bathed after my walk and observed the few extra pounds creeping on (walk more) I noticed something else. The legs; they are no longer smooth, silky and hair-free. They are decidedly unattractive with their motley hair growth. The toes don’t look much prettier either. Time to keep them well covered, really well covered. This is the woman who can have at-home beauty anytime (daughter has the biz). I’m waxed, tinted, trimmed and primped within an inch of my life. It’s on tap so why not turn it on; saves me time and means I am groomed to go. Except all this wonder has stopped. For now, anyway.
Shaving is not my thing; waxing is my only solution.
I’m not concerned. How hard can it be? So I ordered the home wax kit from the local supermarket. No fancy brands for me and besides I was lucky to even find one. That’s when I saw the funny side. This spoilt-never-been-anywhere-but-the-professionals was doing it for herself. And with very dodgy equipment. I am the one who waits for her favourite beauty therapist to become available rather than rush in for treatments with an unknown. What was I thinking? First mistake.
The eyebrows have been privy to home tinting. It’s an interesting look. There is a reason I am wearing my reading glasses all day and every day. My eyebrows are so black they make Groucho Marks looked washed out.
So the legs were a failure – what a mess – new respect to all the beauty babes out there and the eyebrows; one word, hideous. The only good news, I didn’t blind myself tinting the eyelashes. Note to self; Stick with what you know. Don’t ask me why I don’t shave my legs; I can’t tell you. I just can’t stand the feeling. Nonsensical, yes; the truth it is.
And the hair.
The plume up-do, like a Dalmatian Pelican – yes, there is such a bird and my hair looks just like that – is hardly a crowning glory. I need a haircut and badly. What is the saying? “Be careful what you wish for.” I wanted the long grey tresses but this long? Mid-back and some is way too long and I am in desperate need of a chop. The question I ask myself is can I hang out another month without a cut? Impatient and impetuous are second nature to me. I should learn from the waxing (ouch) and the ugly brows and wait. It remains to be seen.
So here I am, in a bit of a beauty mess, having a laugh at myself. Why ever not? If not now, when? I don’t always have the answers ;) xv
P.S I would wear this one – in blush – all day, every day.