Yesterday I joined eight other bare-faced, bug-eyed women with scraped back hair and all vestiges of makeup removed in scurrying into a small, but lovely, conference room in a local hotel. All with our heads down, terrified of being spotted by anyone we knew, we ran, feeling highly exposed and mildly embarrassed into…. make-up school.
While we waited for the last few women to arrive, we nervously tittered at the small talk around the large table which was carefully laid out with the tools we were about to use in a major transformation. A transformation that started with concealer and – after three hours of expert tuition – ended with bright pink lipstick.
Oh the bliss of sitting around comparing Fruity Lush blusher with Queen Pashmina eye-shadow. The woman next to me found she can ‘do’ blusher and the young Mum of toddlers that mascara can be applied in 10 seconds flat without smudging. The oohs and ahhs around the table were delightful to hear as these mostly professional women discovered how powerful a touch of eyeliner can be when placed in exactly the right position.
Girly madness? Maybe.
But what amazed me as we said our goodbyes at the end of the morning, was the sheer confidence, nay, swagger that each and every one of us had developed without doing anything except indulging in all things make-up for a morning.
Yes from just that bit of properly applied lippy, deftly buffed cheekbones and expertly framed eyes, everyone in the room was walking two feet taller, utterly delighted and yet very comfortable with their new found glamour. We were a mixed bag of ages, sizes, skin tones and professions, yet had a common thread of knowing we each looked good. And that had the universal effect of banishing completely those nervous women who had entered the room three hours earlier with hunched shoulders and heads down. We were bandying first names around like we’d known each other all our lives. I’d gone from politely asking my neighbour what she did for a living, to telling her that her lips looked amazing in Rampant Red. And we all agreed that Glenda* had just the right eye colour for Forever Charcoal liner, but smugly informed her with our new found knowledge, ‘only if it was worn two thirds of the way in from the outer edge of the eye’.
So clutching my new makeup kit and safe in the knowledge that my Fruity Lush blusher was on order, I left the safe confines of the makeup school and marched back to the office with my head in the air.
Now I’m on my own. And I’m mildly concerned. Those of you who have ever emerged from the hairdressers looking like a new woman only to firmly revert to the old one within 48 hours will understand my anxt. I now have to recreate that glamorous girl without the aid of two highly qualified and wonderful teachers.
But I will. I have my crib sheet, my list of what goes where, with which brush and how.
And I want to find that glamour puss again. She was great. She wasn’t worried about being older than Apollo 13. She didn’t give a hoot about being the wrong side of a size 16. She felt good. And if all it takes is a dab of Fruity Lush, a dash of Queen Pashmina and a flick with Forever Charcoal – then I’m in!
Thanks to Stratford Make-Up School for a truly uplifting experience. You are experts in make-up and in giving women a major confidence boost! http://www.stratfordmakeupschool.co.uk/
*No names, no pack-drill.