Flawless Skin

I just happened to pop into a department store and walked into a makeover demonstration.  Now, I’m not one to give this neither thought nor time but I was in no rush and sometimes its fun to step out of the box. 

Some beauty consultants (or do they prefer to be called makeup artists) can be quite condescending but this young miss was very nice and inviting.  It helped that her model was full of nervous laughter which was infectious.   As the banter was light and easy I hung around.  

The process started ...... she cleaned the model's face, applied primer, liquid foundation, pressed powder, highlighter, blusher, layers and layers of stuff, tweaked here, dabbed there and on and on .... It was taking a bit long for my liking and I was anxious  to move on to my real love, designer handbags!

In the end the model look lovely and surprisingly quite natural.  Great for her but I certainly don't have the time or inclination for ritual.  I quickly apply moisturizer, sun block, my never to be seen without lipstick, bit of eyeliner, pencil my eyebrows and voila! Done.

 

I'm a child of the 70's and as I stood there I reflected on my early days experimenting with make up.

 

Remember Biba and the stagy look of the 70's makeup?

 

 

Being sociable I had a mini consultation and the consultant said (no lie) that I had flawless skin (it's the genes my friend, not the regime) and recommended only two of the multitude of layers.  Just as well because 10 minutes in front of the mirror is too long. 

 

Back in the day I spent most time was plucking and shaping my eyebrows to get the rounded thin pencil look.

 

70's brows.

 

 

Other 70’s hot picks.

 

Charlie, brilliant for work.

My best party perfume, so heady.

Loved platform shoes.

 

Before the mortgage I frequented the Lancôme, Clinique, Elizabeth Arden, Fashion Flair, counters, thereafter it was a bit of this, bit of that, and high street specials!

 

So, it's a wonder and a blessing that I ended up with flawless skin.