Some updates on Operation Foxy by 40…
This is 66
The Mothership is back into orbit after a month in the UK. The pinnacle of the trip was a jaunt to Manchester to see her beloved band Heart in concert, to belatedly celebrate her 60th.
I had no expectations other than fervently hoping that those giants of 70s rock and 80s balladry would play Barracuda, the greatest song ever about a toothsome fish. They did play Barracuda, plus three Led Zeppelin covers as an encore!
But the best thing (aside from Mum’s deliriously happy face) was simply revelling in the wonder that is the sisters Ann and Nancy Wilson, aged 66 and 62 respectively. Ann is still belting out the tunes and Nancy remains kickass on the guitar.
As well as their enduring talent, I was struck by their style and energy. I’m 24 – 28 years younger but my style and energy levels felt about 24 – 28 years older.
And the chicks in the crowd – mostly Mum’s vintage – were all dressed up. Lots of gloriously enormous hair and tottering heels.
It hadn’t occurred to me to show up in anything but the jeans and top I’d worn all day. When do I have fun getting dressed? Bloody never! I’m determined to lift my game.
I also liked that Ann wore knee-high leather boots, but they were flat. That’s the kind of adulting I aspire to.
Scribbling on my face
“Learn to use eyeliner” was another thing on the perpetual New Years list, so I booked a lesson with a makeup artist. She did one side of my face and I had to try to replicate it on the other. So I was actually putting on makeup, instead of eating toast and watching people on YouTube putting on makeup.
It was a brilliant afternoon. While I can be very lazy about beauty stuff, I love talking about beauty stuff. Tell me about your four-step skin care routine that finally eliminated your dehydrated flaky lizard face, said no one, ever… but Colette politely listened. And she was also up for chatting Japanese sunscreens! And mascaras for sensitive eyeballs!
Putting on the makeup was hard. Colette would do all these delicate ninja moves with the brushes on her side, then I’d be all Slip Slop Slap on mine. She mercifully stepped in to assist on many occasions.
And the eyeliner. I suffer from what I affectionately call flabby eyelid but Colette called a “slightly hooded eye” so I had to learn the voodoo tricks to stop the eyeliner transferring to my eyelids. Basically the key is:
- lots of practice
- a good primer
- keep looking straight ahead
- take it SLOOOOOW
Ooh there’s your life metaphor!
“So I assume you’re going out on the town tonight with your glamorous face?” Colette asked.
“Suuuuure,” I said, then went home to eat reheated spinach pie in my bathrobe (selfie) and catch up with Countryfile on the iPlayer.
A month on, I’m getting pretty good at doing one eye, but the other one just never quite works out. More practice needed!
Keeping up with the youth
For about a year I’ve been installing Snapchat on my phone, looking at it in confusion, then deleting it again. But I decided I was far too young to be having the 2016 equivalent of a “Can Someone Under 10 Please Programme This VCR” moment, so I read some articles and signed up properly (I’m helloshauny on there).
Snapchat is baffling but utterly compelling. It reminds me of the early 00s of blogging, when everyone was enthusiastic and experimental, and everything looked a bit lo-fi and rubbish. In this age of careful curation, I love the unpolished, tiny windows into my Snapchat buddies’ worlds. Among my faves are:
- Sara Lando (shipoftheseus) for witty insights into her artistic process and life
- Caroline Hirons (carolinehirons) for beauty banter
- Tracy Benjamin (tshutterbean) for food, kittens and hilarity
- Chris Froome (chrisfroome) for Tour de France behind the scenes
- Gelato Messina (gelatomessina) for gelato, derr!
I’m pretty much just putting emojis on top of photos, and I still find navigating the app near impossible, and I haven’t figured out the face filter thingies yet. But it is great fun and you can never have to many ways to share your cat spam, right!?