I recently ran out of foundation. I don't wear it every day but I like to have it there just in case I wake up with a severe case of the uglies. Which happens more frequently these days.
And that just cements my new motto that snorting coke* and getting very little sleep on the weekend is not nearly as damaging as having kids and being sleep deprived every day.
Kids = haggard
That is the rule.
So anyway, I had to replace my foundation. Once upon a time, this was a simple process. Buy a mid-range product in a shade to best match my skin tone (Ghostly Pale, Practically Goth, Geez Get Some Sun It's unAustralian) - done! Back in the day, foundation was the solution to everything. It could disguise every night-before sin (including hickies). Just paint it on and voila! Porcelain skin.
Lately, I've been noticing some disturbing changes. You know those ads on teev where the old lady talks about how, oh dear, their make-up is settling into their fine lines? what can be done?
I am the old lady.
It always seems to be painfully apparent in the car when I'm peering at myself in the visor mirror (while driving very carefully). It was here I discovered I need botox between my eyes and a foundation that doesn't settle into my fine lines.
So, dammit, I went to make-up land and chose myself a new foundation…… in a remarkable anti-ageing formula.
Anyhoo, I have a birthday coming up and I don't wanna go on and on about how old I am but I am pleased to report that this make-up appears to be the non-settling kind.
Happily, I have no need for "hide those greys" hair colour….
* Haha, look at me, pretending I could ever afford to snort coke on any kind of regular basis. No, sadly, I was much more likely to drink 13 scotch and coke UDL cans and pass out. Sad little bogan, I was….