This week I was honoured to be bridesmaid for one of my best friends. She was very kind to me, (despite threats to put me in peach taffeta throughout our youth) she decided to go against tradition and have her bridesmaids in sleek full length black dresses complete with black feather shrug. I couldn’t have been happier with her choice.
I think I scrubbed up ok, and the overall finished effect wasn’t bad, but I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself about how long the process takes these days.
When I was younger (basically before children) getting ready for an event would take minutes. Ok, who am I kidding; it would take a couple of hours. It would go a little something like this, bath, hair removal, moisturize, hair up, face on, frock on, done.
Now it literally takes weeks. And I mean weeks! I’ve been preparing for this wedding since the beginning of November!
Firstly there was my generally pasty complexion. I’m not a huge fan of the fake tan; I hate the smell and I don’t like the way they tend to fade out blotchy. I’m not a fan of sun beds either, but needs must and my vanity stated that I was not going to lose the ‘brown off’ with the rest of the wedding party. So, twice ahem, alright thrice a week I’ve been frying on a sunbed.
By mid November I realised that I would once again need to get my feet beach ready; (well, strappy sandal ready but the principle is the same). Having kids really seems to have knackered my feet. I don’t know if it’s just that I no longer have to pay attention to my extremities or if it’s because I now live in uggs or trainers, but either way its been weeks with a pumice, moisturisers and a visit from Alethea, Mumblers very own friendly chiropodist to beat them into shape!
Finally the hair. I was deeply concerned about this because a) my hair is rubbish. It has about as much volume as a limp lettuce and nil holding power and b) since having kids I have this random layer of regrowth which is now about 4″ long around my hairline! Thank goodness for the Mumblers though as I put a plea out for talented hairdressers who know what they are doing with ‘up’ do’s.
Andrea at Harrogate Hair came to the rescue and armed with hair straighteners, some serious backcombing and an obscene amount of hairspray she worked wonders on my unco-operative barnet. Credit where credit is due, the fantastic hairstyle that she created didn’t move a millimetre throughout the day and night.
Finally there was the face to attend to. I have to admit I totally cheated on this one. I booked myself into the Benefit counter at Boots for a full makeover. As long as you can face the prospect of going into town barefaced (which of course means that you’re going to bump into EVERYONE that you know,) and can bear the thought of getting primped in the middle of a busy Boots store, then I’d thoroughly recommend this option. The girls on the counter were lovely and they did a far better job than I could have done.
That was pretty much it. Frock on, good to go! Huge congratulations to the new Mr and Mrs Green. Thank you for letting me be part of your big day!