The ‘getting ready’ beautification process kicked off on the Friday night before the wedding with face masks and nail painting in full swing. Though we soon ran into a problem – namely when C mentioned that none of us were to wash our hair the morning of the wedding as the hair stylist team had requested it. Cue horror amongst the ranks. It was as if we had all been asked not to wash in the week leading up to the event! Cries of, “NOOOOOO – no way, I will feel GROSS,” were exclaimed. True, for many of us it was an act out of our comfort zone. Surprisingly I took it in my stride though, and was particularly non-diva-esque (yes, I know – shock, horror). Do you know why? Because I had remembered to pack my trusty Batiste dry shampoo, that’s why! A rigorous shampoo and condition before bed and a few squirts of the wonder product in the morning and I was good to go. I have always been a fan of Batiste as a little hair pick-me-up and now they have added in new lines to the range – namely products for blonde and brunette hair. Perfect. In fact, here is the finished article, post-styling on the day:
Many thanks to Doug Hobbs and the team from his Bristol salon, Hobbs, for their patience. At one point Doug actually exclaimed, “Blimey – you are a feisty lot aren’t you?!”
In addition to a hair stylist team, C had booked a MAC make-up artist (thank goodness – due to my lack of sleep the night before I needed some major facial reconstruction work). She was incredible. When I said down I looked like a haggered old bint (albeit with great hair) and when she had worked her magic I looked..I looked….HUMAN! Human with a flawless complexion and dramatic eyes. Hoorah!! Of course this lasted approximately 18.5 minutes before I stepped outside into the glaring sun, but nevermind ;) Also, note to self: Scuttling around on all fours on a roof terrace trying to avoid being seen having a cigarette is not a good look, neither is it beneficial to said hair and make-up. The only problem is, I LOVE MAC make-up and – typically – was asking the artist what everything was as she was applying it. As a result, I have just gone and spanked a load of cash on the MAC counter in Debenhams. Bad times. Though I can particularly recommend the primer and the mattifying loose powder. Amazing stuff.
All in all it was a wonderful day, one of the best ever. The funny thing, though, was that despite looking all elegant and lady-like, I was still my true self…By that I mean whilst greeting my other half, M, the conversation went in the following way:
M: You look gorgeous – like an angel.
Me: Cheers dude. I am sweating like mad in this frock! Can you hold my flowers whilst I have a fag and then go for a wee?
It’s like the age-old saying: You can’t polish a turd
;)
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