Yesterday I had the most lovely event at the Zoya by Tanishq store at Breach Candy and more on that later. But the panic began when I realised that I was the one on display. The previous event, with the prettiest two ladies in the same frame as me, convinced me that I needed to yes, take a good hard look at self and ensure that I looked presentable at least for the photographs taken for posterity, etc.
So. I decided. I needed help. Professional help. While I had been taking time out to get my hair done for some events, given my peripatetic life, some events got lucky and had me in silken glory others had Birds Nest Manral reigning over the do, and yesterday I decided that I would not be the Bride Of Frankensteing with Bellatrix Lestrange’s hairdo and got myself an appointment at the Lakme Salon.
Honest confession, I am normally terrified of salons and placing myself at the mercy of the good people who populate them because I hate the unwanted advice they immediately start dishing out, automatically making one feel like an unkempt hilly billy from the boondocks who isn’t fit to make a public appearance anywhere without having small children chase her throwing stones.
So there I was, shaking and shivering in my boots as a tiny dynamo called Noori Gazi took me under her wing, metaphorically speaking of course since she would need quite a wing span to get someone of my circumference under it, and began the arduous task of making me presentable.
The hair was washed and towelled dry. It was dried to almost bone dry levels and then a heat protect spray was deployed before the iron hit them strands. Within two shakes of a duck’s tail, I was smoother, more gracious and presentable. What I liked was that Noori insisted that I learn how to do it myself so I could do my hair at home if the occasion warranted well behaved hair. I got some hair advice, and instructions to get a hair spa done given that the hair definitely needed some TLC.
The make up was done. Subtle, I wasn’t looking for in your face smoky eyed siren look. Light eyeliner, mascara ( I confess, I have never used mascara, have never figured out how to apply it, have never had the patience for it, so it comes quite as a revelation to see how the eyes get opened up with just a wee bit of it. Some orangey brown on the cheeks (not my usual pink, mind you, which was quite disconcertening, because I’d always though of self as a pink cheeked one) and light pale pink on the lips and I was done. It was a different look. I’m normally the one with the pink cheeks and the red lips. This was subtle, not in your face, but nice and did take some getting used to. The word I had in mind was restrained. I’d like to add Chic to the restrained but I’ll leave that for other folks to say.
All said and done, the step by step tutorial Noori gave me has been amazingly helpful and I might try it out on self for my event today. And hope I dont end up looking like I slapped it on with a spade. Wish me luck.