So, at the age of 47, I have decided to give make-up a shot.
Apart from an experimental period in my teens, make-up for me has meant (a) an inefficient hour in the bathroom preparing for a special event; and (b) inexpertly applied mascara and tinted lip balm on work days. Recently, however, my reflection has startled me when I’ve come across it unexpectedly, and as I’m dead against cosmetic surgery, make-up seems a sensible choice.
I don’t do things by halves. Having sneakily listened in during recent conversations with my make-up wearing friends, I hied me (not without misgivings) to Mecca Cosmetica for a consultation. Continue reading