There is a large notice posted on the door of the supermarket Nail Bar announcing that it is "Closed for a Private Party."
Nosy as ever - what is it about the word "private"
I don't understand? - I peered in. A party of little princesses, each dressed in their finest party dresses and wearing silver plastic tiaras on thief carefully coiffed hair, were being treated to a kind of En Masse Manicure. Everyone appears to be having
a great time. The mother of the Party Girl has certainly nailed it this year.
I wonder what party games they will play when their painted nails are all safely dry? Pass the Nail Polish, perhaps? The party
cake will be in the shape of a bottle of Pale Pink Glitter Polish and it will be cut into pieces with a silver nail file. No prizes for guessing what will be in the girlies' party bags.
It is rare that I find
the time for a manicure. I used to call in very occasionally to the Beauty Salon at the Health Club when I was still a member there. I always forgot how long it took my newly polished nails to dry so by the time I had (i) found my card in my purse and handed
it in payment; (ii) bought myself a skinny latte in the cafe and carried it to a vacant sofa; and (iii) arranged myself and my bags comfortably on said sofa - my once beautiful nails were invariably scuffed and not-at-all-lovely. I hope the nails of the Little
Princesses fare better than mine.
I haven't completely missed out on the fun of a Nail Polish Party - I had a most enjoyable experience the afternoon before My Boy's wedding when the Bride-to-Be, her mother,
her bridesmaids and I all enjoyed the attentions of a couple of manicurists in a Cardiff Nail Bar. I seem to remember that they had a kind of drying machine so my nails did not suffer their normal fate.
this many of you will deduce that, despite my Great Age, I am still something of a Novice in all matters Nail-Related. In fact, as I mentioned in a recent blog, I've never been too clever on the make-up front. Somehow or other I missed out on the School-Girl
Experimental Make Up Lessons. What was I up to, I wonder, while all my friends were practising with the mascara and the eye-liner?
On our Beach Day last week, while lining up at the Fish 'n' Chips stall for
some chips to share for our make-shift lunch, the Youngest of the Darling Daughters and I found ourselves on the end of a question by the Chip Maker turned Quiz Master. What, he asked us, was the most popular cosmetic product? Quite what this had to do with
fish and chips was beyond us but we were too polite to say so. I ventured a guess at lipstick but my daughter was absolutely certain I was wrong. "Mascara!" she stated, emphatically. So what was the answer? I asked the fishy one. He shrugged his shoulders
and said he didn't have one, it was just an interesting conversation. I rather think not.
We posed the question to the Middle of the Darling Daughters when we arrived back at our Beach Camp on the sand. She
agreed with her sister. Mascara has it! Unless, of course, you know differently...
Through the mists of memory, I remember watching my dear Mum apply her make-up. A dash of powder from an enamel blue compact
with swans on the front of it. An outline of "lippy", pressing her lips together and surveying the result somewhat critically in the mirror. What was it for? I recall asking her, twisting the lipstick in my hands. "It cheers my face up," was the honest answer.
So there you have it. It must be why, without thinking, I answered the Chip Man's question the way I did. Mascara undoubtedly emphasises the beauty of your eyes. Nail varnish adds glamour and elegance, a well-groomed
look that the Little Princesses in the supermarket Nail Bar are just beginning to appreciate. But lipstick?
Well, it cheers your face up, doesn't it?
the unvarnished truth.