Thursday, November 5, 2009

Who's Cheating?



I'm not cheating, honestly I AM NOT. Ok, so my behaviour is slightly bizarre at the moment (my mother is in town); yes, I'm locking myself into the bathroom (but only to write this blog) and yes, there are strange expenditures appearing on my Amex (but that's between my dermatologist and I, a girl has to have some secrets). So why would anyone think I am?

Well, the other day as I perusing my favourite UK newspaper online, I saw this great article on - yes the A game!!! It wasn't exactly the same, in fact it was a pictorial equivalent. This journalist was saying how she has hated every photograph ever taken of herself until...wait for it...she had the 'Cover Girl' makeover!

'Cover Girl' makeover, isn't that a makeover by that ridiculous 'Colour me Beautiful' company who trowled on the foundation and told my friend Kendall, never to wear peach. Now this may be true. But looking at these pics of Lucy Cavendish, aforementioned writer, there's a great improvement.

And damn it! Now, I want to be a cover girl too. Who wouldn't? What's great about this idea is, it captures in FILM your A game. It can be a constant reminder that you can look that good; instead of looking 'that bad' as I do 364 days of the year. And it's not cheating either, it's just assistance.

So what to do?

First, we need to clear up the pressing 'cheating' question. And the Fashion Froth has it, we pipped Lucy to the post, posting on 28th Oct vs her 29th publishing date.

Second, if anyone is going to London (Mrs G, you are already there and I hope still reading your Froth!), trundle along to Harrods' (that most English of shops owned by that sweet Middle Eastern man) Urban Retreat and hand over your $1,000 or so.

Otherwise, I suggest we have a 'Cover Girl' night. We need a make up artiste, hair and a talented photographer (yes I'm thinking of you Natalie). I have no talent for any of the above but I can happily mix Martinis (or the like).

I'm serious. I too, would love one good photograph of myself. Not in a dangerous Narcissistic way but just so I can look back when I'm 80 and say, 'Oh I didn't look too bad on a good day'. Or to give to my parents/husband for Christmas to remind them they didn't raise/marry a troll - even though I'm a close relation on a bad morning.

Anyway, if you need more convincing, read my copycat friend at:

www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1223692

Another thing I must mention this week is another article I was horrified to bump into in the same publication! Its theme was 'Flats are Back' - now I don't care for this kind of dangerous, mindless heresy. Of course I love the pretty and inviting brogues, moccasins and loafers they were showcasing but I've been wearing them since I was SEVEN! And now I need heels before I am so old I shall just fall over in them.

The only saving grace in this ridiculous piece, was that it DID add that these cutesy little pumps would only look cool in the following conditions:

a) you have 40 in stick legs like Alexa Chung
b) you are about 22 like Alexa Chung
c) you are recognised as a world wide style maven who "interprets" fashion in a unique way like Alexa Chung
d) you wear them with your rockstar boyfriend's jacket and pull it together with an amazing belt that Armani just gave you because you ARE Alexa Chung

For this senseless article se www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1223577.

LOVES

Long Long woolly tights which are contrarily sexy when worn with very short shorts so they become a great legging and stretch your legs by 2 inches.

Thigh boots, my amazing friend and fashion designer Vanessa, just confirmed, on a phone call from London, that if worn as a legging, I am not too old to wear them - (so this is double love to V and the boots)

The service where they come and find one pair of trousers, skirt, tee etc that fits your child and updates their wardrobes with only things that fit. They did it every season and give you a shopping list of things to buy, that they REALLY need so your child doesn't have to go around pretending they love capri pants and three quarter length sleeves, as poor Luciana does.