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I’m sorry, I know I’ve been quiet recently, but I’ve been recovering from having my appendix removed.
*sniff
However, now I am finally off the woozy drugs, my brain is finally getting back in gear and I can write again, feeling that I make some sort of sense…
When I was in hospital, I lamented about how my beauty regime slipped. I have limited stuff available and the hygiene regime of constantly using antibacterial gel, although brilliant because it kept me bug free, played havoc with my skin. It was literally flaking off my hands.
When I left hospital, I was in no fit state to pack to return to The Rents so, gold star to them, they packed for me. And the result?
A rather eclectic collection of outfits, that I never have assembled before, but might see the dawning of a whole new style for Deafinitely Girly, and a rather bizarre bag of beauty bits.
You see, Pa was in charge of wash bag and he threw it together from a man’s point of view, so I got:
Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, the randomest collection of make-up ever – once again, encouraging me to go for new looks, and a hair brush.
Now, in the first week, when all I could do was lie down and stay awake for 20 minutes at a time, this was fine. But this week, I am more mobile, I can look in mirrors, and it ain’t pretty, let me tell you. My face needs exfoliating, my nails are a mess, my hair – don’t even go there, I can’t put bronzer on as I don’t have a brush, and my eye brows are threatening to put me on a par with Yeti.
Problem was, there was nothing in my wash bag to rectify that.
This called for an emergency outing to Superdrug for some supplies – it as in fact my first jaunt into the outside world and I have to say I was a little nervous, not least because I looked like Yeti and people were staring.
Anyway, after not being in a shop of any kind for over a week, it was fab to start in the pink shop in The Rents’ local market town. It sits, prominently on the High Street, next to New Look and has 3 bursting aisles of goodies.
But, I had to control myself. I was here for de-Yeti-ing essentials – that would also be pampering enough, pink enough and fabulous enough that they would cheer me up.
First, I found the make-up section and managed to resist buying at least 20 things I didn’t need, and the blusher brush I did need.
Then, just by that, I found the nail polish remover – perfect for sorting out the botch job I did, two days after my operation when still high on painkillers.
In this section, I also discovered the cutest miniature Bourjois Nail File and some tweezers – bye-bye hedgy eyebrows…
This led me into the miniature section, where I treated myself to a St Ives Apricot Scrub for my face, which promised to be invigorating and it really was.
On a roll, I popped some mini Batiste Dry Shampoo in my basket – for the days when I can’t face washing and drying my hair but want to look erm… less Yeti.
Finally, at the till, where all the goodies lie temptingly, I spied some Antibacterial Hand Gel – perfect I thought, to use in conjunction with a hand cream – to keep me bug free during my recovery.
At the till, this all totted up to a not-painful-at-all £13.11, which considering I splashed out on mini versions – often not that much cheaper than full-size versions – I was very happy with.
All that was left was to get home and get cracking on my makeover.
Hmmm, maybe I’ll have a snooze first…
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I love the little glass nail file. Couldn’t live with out it!