Yesterday I took my self in hand. I had taken a picture of myself in a new hat and was horrified at how haggard I looked! These past few weeks of stress, rushed convenience meals and lack of exercise, have taken their toll.
To be fair, my hairdresser (Michael!) has been in hospital, so the grey roots were not all my fault.
So I booked a masssge, had a face pack, got my roots done, shaved my legs used a bit of Dove ” Summer glow”with a subtle, gradual self tanner” and got my eyebrows done.
It occurred to me that Parisian women don’t seem to do eyebrows….or at least it is a big secret how they do them.
In England, brow bars are everywhere. Threading and tint for £10 done just by walking in, where a gentle, smiling, pretty Indian girl will thread and tint your eyebrows, for just £10 Or tint eyelashes. or add extra eyelashes for you. I suspect my Indian girl knows not much more English than “Please, what shade would you like?” “please stretch skin” “Look, OK?”and “now soothing gel” because every time I try to engage her in conversation I just get a smile and a nod, although I suppose it IS difficult to talk with one end of the thread between your teeth.
Last time I was in Paris, my friend Muriel, who has been living there now for several months, was having difficulty finding somewhere to tame her, increasingly invisible and straggly brows for under 50 euro!……. and then I started to notice, Parisian women seem to have eyebrows au naturel like everything else, but like everything else, I am sure this look does not come about naturally. You do not see Parisian women walking about with bushy eyebrows that meet in the middle of their foreheads or even worse, overplucked bald brow bones!
Where do they go to get their eyebrows done, or do they spend fortunes achieving an “undone” look?
Parisian women also do not seem to have been captivated by the trend we have in England (well the north at least!) for semi permanent false eyelashes, or spray tans either. I guess French women with their more latin genes, have naturally darker complexions, so don’t need to tint their skins darker. Either that or they have no fear of skin cancer. I theorise that is the reason that French women look better in black than most of my Anglo Saxon contemporaries who’ s natural colour is somewhere between blue and white!
Anyway, this northern English trend for false eyelashes and spray tans, ( particularly Liverpool) has resulted, in my opinion, of young women looking more like drag queens than fresh faced girls , which I find rather sad. If there is any time in your life when you CAN be au naturel it is when you are young.
With apologies to drag queens, who look very nice.
In my office I have a parade of young women and I often cannot concentrate very well because I am fascinated by the length of their lashes.
And so to hats..…although Michael will not be able to go, he is keen for me to attend the Prestigious Prix de Diane horse race. So I needed a hat.
I have favourite hat.
This one I bought on Kensington high st, TK MAX. Unfortunately the peach silk suit I wear with it won’t fit me at the moment! Due to above mentioned, rubbish diet lack of excercise in past few weeks.
So instead I will wear this linen dress, which some of you might recognise from last year.
I was tempted to buy this M&S “packable” hat in black, cleverly designed to fold down into a suitcase and comes in lots of different colours.
But on balance I decided to get something smaller on a band that will not crush my hair.
Update on Michael.
Here he is in his own funky hat!
Michael continues to get well every day he gets stronger. He tires easily after he has been active but that is only to be expected after such major surgery.
We are told he will need a PET scan and another bone marrow biopsy in a couple of weeks, before a final decision is made whether he needs chemotherapy. But he need to recover fully from the surgery etc.
As for me, well the anxiety levels are reducing and the incredible fatigue and back pain I had, probably due to the stress, are gradually getting better. I continue to cope by trying to focus on the beauty in things and the good things about our lives.