To start with I need to set the scene for this blog post…
I live in Westport, and when I visit Galway (an hour and a half away) I tend to pack my weekend with lots of fabulousness. This weekend was no different. I was so excited to be have a Debenhams gift voucher, from the recent ITWBN event, that I was desperate to spend. I knew I would be heading straight for the Benefit counter. But before Saturday morning came I was delighted to be attending an art exhibition opening for my talented friend Ruth Cadden, on Friday night. It turned out to be a delightful evening with excellent company and a few drinkies! On the way into town the following day I looked in my rearview mirror, as you do, and I am telling you my wrinkles were bad – despite the make-up. My very kind (well trained, diplomatic) son had exactly the right answer to my gasp of horror. ‘Do you think my wrinkles are worse because I was out late drinking last night?’ ‘Of course Mom!’ Whew at least it wasn’t permanent. After a small detour to pick up some fabulous shoes we arrived at the Benefit Counter. Kelly-Ann was happy to help me choose a new foundation. The care and attention I received as so welcome and just what I needed to get my fabuliciousness back. And then ….. She said she was going to try out something on me. Looked a bit scary and medical with it’s metal tip, but the coolness of the swoosh swoosh happened and then I looked in the mirror. I promise, I am not exaggerating, the one eye was almost instantly less puffy and wrinkled. It was literally a magic wand. Real name is of course Benefit Puff Off. The little iron (and of course the goodness inside) literally ironed away the night before. Transformation complete about ten minutes later, I walked out of Debenhams, back to full Fabuliciousfifty with a little bag of goodies that included foundation in honey, and Coralista blush. Thank you Debenhams, and the lovely ladies at ITWBN (Into the West Blogger Network) for making my day. And thank you for reading. Kerry x
The first time I came across the saying, Always Wear your Invisible Crown, I just knew it was meant for me and would, from that day forward be my motto (or one of them).
I have suffered from depression and a poor body image since my teens. It has taken huge strides (and a bit of therapy) to get me to where I am today. Most days I can see myself as a fabulous fifty year old, with a curvy body and a pretty face, but there are still days when it is hard. Tough days when thing don’t always go right or when someone makes a throw-away comment about size. Those are the days I really need my invisible crown.
We are all sensitive and being woman are victims of hormones and mood swings. There are also days when we simply have a down day. These are the days where we have to dust off those invisible crowns, place them firmly on our heads and know that we are special and to many people. These people love and care about us and know we are worthy of a sparkly head piece. Most importantly we need to believe it ourselves.
If I am being really honest, many of my crowns are not invisible. I have built up a small collection of crowns, from tiny hairpins that I can tuck into my french pleat when I am smartly dressed for work, to sparkly jewellery and even a few tiaras.
I honestly find that housework is much easier when wearing a crown. Spinning around the house with a dusting cloth and a crown dancing to music is much more fun that it would be if I was simply polishing surfaces.
The truth is we are all valuable and precious and sometimes we just need to remind ourselves of it.
Another one of my ways of reminding myself that I am a special and confident woman is with a good lipstick. I had the great fortune to get to try out the Wet n Wild Megalast lip colour at the recent ITWBN event in Galway. Now here was a ‘crown’ that lasted the whole day! Through many cups of tea and a few meetings, my lips remained pink. I had a little touch-up at lunch time and can honestly say that I felt good all day! It really does last and last.
One of my most memorable days was sharing my 50th birthday celebrations with my sister who had travelled all the way from Dubai with this special crown in her luggage. We spent 5 days in a swanky hotel and I wore my crown everytime we were in the hotel room, even in the bath!
I would have thought that at the age of 50, I would have grown out of my freckles (as promised by my mother when I was a child). I thought that pimples and other spots would be a thing of the past – something for teenagers. Somehow this hasn’t happened.
I am still get spots – too regularly and in have other random blemishes including those black shopping bags under my eyes. For someone who has been trying to be sophisticated for years, these along with the dreaded freckles, are not helping my case.
Now, I have come to terms with my freckles but it has taken some time. As a small child I was obsessed with them and tried everything – and I mean everything to get rid of them. I even overheard an adult conversation where somebody mentioned urine (or was it uric acid) – and helped myself to my brothers diaper in desparation. I still shudder at the thought today.
(I was a funny child!)
Anyway thankfully time has moved on and so has cosmetology. For a while now I have been lusting after my friends blemish palette with the green concealer. When she does my make-up all these colours are applied with skill and my skin tone is evened out.
Well you can imagine my delight when I attended the Into the West Bloggers Network (ITWBN) event last Sunday and received a fabulous goody bag that contained not only one but tow fabulous skin repair palettes from IsaDora. The colour correcting concealer has anti-redness (the green one) a concealer, dark circle corrector and a highlighter. The other is a neutral palette and is going to go to my sister!
I have a good few blog posts that I will be sharing about this fabulous event! I came home super inspired!
Thanks to Sinead and Saidbh – and welcome to all my new readers – hopefully.
It is all about eyebrows now – or so I am told. It is just about 35 years too late for me.
As a teenager I had lovely soft blond hair and nice strong brows. I cried the first time my friend tried to pluck them. The fashion was for these beautiful thin plucked brows. I found it so painful that I really just hid them under my fringe for the most part. In my twenties I discovered waxing. No less painful, but far less drawn out. One or two swipes and beautiful brows are revealed.
Ironically now, I could really do with those brows of my youth. With the passing of the years, my eybrows have thinned out a little, but of course the straggly ones that were there at 15 are still there now.
I decided to try threading. Seemed so simple from the Youtube video. No hot wax, no nasty tweezers. How much can a length of cotton hurt? Quite a bit – but the result was well worth it. Thanks to Lyndsay at the Hair & Beauty Rooms in Westport. A beautiful job, despite the pain (which thankfully fades fast). Might even thing of brushing the eternal fringe to the side!
Thanks for visiting and feel free to share your beauty pain story.