Me
During my recent visit to the London I was able to catch up with some of my darling, gorgeous friends and I couldn’t help but be reminded of my former self. A woman who washed her hair occasionally, dealt ruthlessly and regularly with her roots, wore nail varnish (toes and fingers), and put shoes on her feet to leave the house rather than crocs. I love my crocs by the way, won’t hear a word against them. But really, everyday? I am the woman that glamour forgot.
Never was this more apparent than when I met old work friends for lunch with my intrepid, and better dressed than I, Bibsey in tow. My ex-colleague, Big Gay Giant, said “you look really put together” and no sooner had the words “gosh thanks” left my mouth, than I caught his eye – a look that told me “lady, you have let yourself go”. He’s allowed. We went to the same drama school. Not at the same time you understand, but nevertheless we have a dramatic bond.
Non me
I wouldn’t go back to my former life. There was too much 9-5, too much public transport, not enough sunshine, and of course, no Bisbey. However, perhaps I have slipped a little too easily into the laid-back way of life here in the Spain. If I stopped to look around me a bit more often and I would notice that, while women here are dressed very casually, they are at least working that look. They are dressed-down gorgeously and on purpose. I, on the other hand, look like I need to be hosed-down and like I am dressed haphazardly and by accident.
I say in the title of this post that I am ‘the woman that glamour forgot’. But I think that it is in fact I who has turned her back on glamour. What a cow! I leave home, have a baby and what? Never wear lipstick again? Ignore my pretty shoes? Sounds like total bullshit to me.
And the point of all this, yet more, obsessing? Apart from just filling the blog columns of course, the point is that I would like to reclaim just a little bit of the old me. I can no longer claim that “I’ve just had a baaabeee”. It has been a year. I really should let glamour back into my life. And you know, in the immortal words of Patsy, Patsy Stone (probably) “all it takes is time and money darling”.
Oh. Bollocks.
