Confession is good for the soul, go ahead and unburden yourself! I promise I won’t judge.
Dear Aunty Brown,
I feel I must confess.
I’ve had this secret for a while.
I am a beauty blogger.
And I’ve been a beauty blogger for a long time now.
But I have a guilty secret.
And the desire to share is overwhelming.
Sometimes, Aunty Brown, I …
Oh the shame, it’s just too much.
Sometimes I …
Not every day.
Just (of course!) on the days I wear make up.
|You mean you don't wear it everyday? Where's the damn smelling salts...|
Sometimes, I don’t always take off the remainder the following day either.
Once, I got asked how I achieved a specific effect with a particular eyeshadow.
And the answer was:
“I applied it first thing yesterday morning, and haven’t washed my face since”
Which wasn’t the answer I think my friend was expecting.
Ironically, I have beautiful porcelain skin, (according to some of my readers) and very rarely get spots.
There, don’t you feel better now?
|Artist's impression of what this poor soul looks like. Hair style and colour choices may not be representative.|
Aunty Brown has a few more questions though; it’s true that I’m the nosy type.
When was the last time you visited the hairdresser?
A couple of weeks ago. He’s a bad, bad man, my hairdresser, but he’s exceptionally talented and wouldn’t let me leave until he had me looking like a million lire (37.8p at today’s exchange rates). I would have said a million dollars, but I’m fully aware I fall far short of the expected conventions of beauty.
Which bit of beauty trickery couldn’t you live without?
My brown paper bag. It’s the only way I can make myself acceptable on the tube.
You’ve overslept and have 5 minutes to get out of the house. Are you going out with dirty hair or no makeup?
Dirty hair. You shouldn’t wash it every day anyway. Mine gets a proper wash once, maybe twice a week. The rest of the time … well, how do you think I hit upon the brown paper bag trick?
Which trend still makes you cringe?
Trend I followed: wet look perms. Trend I despise: Concealer lips. Closely followed by lavender lips.
I don't know about you, but Aunty Brown's gone off for a lie down in a darkened room. Filth, pure filth! Dear Anonymous blogger, you want to hope that Mrs Hirons doesn't hear of this!
If you would like to take a turn and unburden yourself in the Friday Confessional you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. It's open to everyone: if you have something to confess, I'm happy to hear it!