Winter hasn’t even started properly (because really: end of November and still warm enough to go out with coats unbuttoned) but already I find myself struggling with those pesky little colder weather annoyances. Dead fingers at various times during the day due to an incredibly common condition called Raynaud Syndrome (raise your numb little hand if this sounds familiar), dry and unmanageable hair and my skin, normally quite glowing the rest of the year, now looking rather lifeless.
My make-up, much like my skincare routine, is always very simple: YSL Touche Eclat and translucent powder, Etos hypoallergenic kohl pencil, Lancôme black mascara, Hema clear browgel and a generous dab of Elizabeth Arden Eight Hour Cream on the lips. If I feel particularly adventurous I might use a sheer aubergine liptint. I am seldom tempted to try or buy other products and usually steer clear of the sales assistants in beauty departments, doggedly making my way to the one section I absolutely need to be in, declining all offers of ‘May I help you?’.
Except yesterday. When this one lady cocked her head to one side as I said ‘No thank you.’ and she unexpectedly continued ‘Are you sure?’. I don’t know if this is part of some new type of sales technique but it stopped me in my tracks and before I knew what hit me I complained to her about the dullness of my skin and talked of my aversion to foundations and tinted anythings. She nodded and sympathised. And I left the store with the mascara I had intended to buy and something called M.A.C’s Strobe Cream.
Light in a tube she called it. I did my research (so ingenious of me, research AFTER buying something) and after seeing countless rave reviews I am already happy as a clam I bought it. And I haven’t even put it on my face yet. I celebrated by buying my favourite scented candle at Sissy Boy and concluded that with all that buying in one day I should be done for the time being. Except that I am expecting a parcel from Zara any day now so…to be continued.