Friday, September 27, 2013

Beauty In A Hurry – 3 Minute Make Up for Busy Mums


My days of trying out endless beauty treatments and stuffing cupboards full of beauty products are long gone.  As a time-pressed Mum who flip-flops between countries, often living out of suitcases, it's no longer practical to have anything but a fast, simple and reliable beauty regime.  I know plenty of people feel you have quite enough to do chasing after a wee one to be worrying about such trivial things but I've always found a few minutes spent perking up my face and making things slightly more presentable can make the world of difference to how I feel. 

I've got a basic 'ready to face the world' face which takes minutes to do.  Usually I start with a quick dab of brightening moisturiser.  I've dabbled in Clarins Beauty Flash Balm, Clarins Double Serum, Elemis Pro-Radiance Illuminating Flash Balm or whatever magazine freebie/sample I can lay my hands on (regularly popping into swanky beauty shops and asking for samples has served me well so far and a few small tubes makes packing all the easier). I'm not entirely convinced that they work miracles but I always hope that if I layer on as many light-reflecting products as possible, something will end up dazzling and distracting from my dark circles.  

Then I conceal away, usually using Laura Mercier Undercover Pot, which is no-nonsense - especially on those bags and if I remember, I pop a little Laura Mercier Brightening Powder under my eyes.  I've gone through phases of YSL's Touche Eclat if I've found a good deal at the airport and I made sure to stock up ahead of Liv's arrival. Maybe it's just a placebo effect but it made me feel like I was ready for battle.  If it's a bad day skin-wise I might dab on a little BB cream before the concealer but I try to let my skin breathe as much as possible and only ever use foundation if I've going somewhere special.

Generally with make up, I try to buy mineral based products.  There's some debate as to how effective they are but since I switched a few years ago, my skin has never been better, despite all the hormonal ups and downs.  I invested in a whole range of Laura Mercier products at the time and most of them are still going strong, which is impressive.  I particularly like her mineral primer and mineral powder for lightness despite full coverage.  Her Eye Basics, which is essentially an eyelid primer is amazing for keeping eyeshadow in place and preventing that gunky crease I used to get after a few hours. Given the prices, I bought a product or two each month for a few months until my make up bag was well stocked and only the Eye Basics is starting to run out, which is pretty good going.  So once you swallow the initial pain, the prices work out pretty reasonably as a little goes a long way.  Another decent alternative, which is much more affordable, is the UNE Natural Beauty range that's pretty accessible in the UK.  Boots and Superdrug often have deals, so if you're lucky with those, it's even more of a bargain.  Their eyeshadows and creamy blushers are particularly good.   

Anyway, back to my face.  If I'm looking peaky, a swirl of Laura Mercier Bronzing Powder usually does then trick but I always go for a pop of blusher on the apples of my cheeks.  I alternate between an UNE Breezy Cheeks Blush, which is a cream-to-powder formula or Benefit's Posie Tint.  Don't be freaked out but the neon pink colour - it bends beautifully into a fresh flush.  Occasionally I might follow up with a spot or two of Benefit's High Beam but just a touch or it can be a bit overbearing.

And then it's the eyes.  Even if I don't bother with anything else, I curl my eyelashes for a few seconds using Jemma Kidd Eyelash Curlers (another freebie) to make me look a little more awake.  If I can be bothered with primer and eyeshadow, great, but usually I skip all that and just put a touch of eyeliner on the outside corner of my eyes for a little feline flick (I find an idiot-proof felt-pen type works best), and a coat of mascara.  I recently discovered Max Factor's Eye Brightening Tonal Mascara.  I've got bluey/greeny/gray eyes so wasn't really sure whether to go for the blue or green-eyed option but plumped for the blue one and it seems to works a treat.  It's called Black Sapphire and has touches of sparkly blue, which sounds a bit retro but I promise is very subtle - it seems to add a tiny brightness and it's such a light formula that I never get any clumping, despite my lack of application skill.  Then it's just a final slick of eyebrow gel in an attempt to tame my monster brows and I'm good to go.  

Writing it down makes it sounds terribly complicated and fiddly but I really do manage in a couple of minutes, usually squinting into a tiny hand held mirror, so I can dart back and forth rescuing whatever product Liv's just helped herself to.

Painted nails make me feel more competent and that somehow I've vaguely got it together.  One of the bonuses of living in New York is the plethora of cheap nail bars.  They're gradually trickling over the pond but the UK is still nowhere close, especially on price.  When Liv was tiny, I managed a few successful mani/pedi vists while she was snoozing in her pram but now there's no chance.  She's far too interested in what's going on and wants to be constantly entertained, which is tricky with no hands or feet available.  So now I resort to occasional home efforts while she's napping.  I used to always try out new and crazy nail colours but now it's not very practical carting them around and I don't have the time for correcting unfortunate choices, so I just stick to some basics:  in the summer I go for a bright coral pink on my toes and sometimes hands.  Otherwise it's a dark purple on my toes (Rimmel's 385 Hot List) and usually a very neutral rose pink or greige on my hands, as I find it more forgiving in hiding chips.  Though if I'm throwing caution to the wind, I'll plump for purple hands too.  I should point out that it's a subtle deep purple - muted and with almost brown tones.  

To avoid yellow stains, I always use an undercoat, then it's two coats of colour and a final very important coat of top coat for shine and protection.  I find Sally Hansen's Insta-Dri a lifesaver, despite the awful name, as it pretty much sets like concrete in seconds.  And you never know when naptime will suddenly end!  Pre-baby I used to paint my hands at work, as I'm too impatient to stay still with wet nails but found I could stay still while typing, so I would do a coat, type for half and hour, do the next coat etc. and those manicures would last really well.  Now I find my hands a bit more of an afterthought but toes are pretty easy to fit in with a little one and the colour lasts for weeks if not months.  In fact before this morning, I’d last painted my toes in July!  There were only a few scraps of polish left but I didn’t have any nail polish remover so I was just waiting it out until it occurred to me to try lightly buffing with a nail file, which removed the last traces perfectly – a handy fall-back!

Otherwise I'm pretty simple in the beauty department.  I use my Clarisonic Mia 2 in the shower if I remember.  I'm blessed/cursed with super thick hair that only needs washing every 3 days but takes an hour to dry and straighten once washed, so I rely on my Parlux hairdryer for fast drying and wide-plated GHD straighteners for taming the frizz.  And my only regular beauty indulgence is eyebrow threading every other week but really that's a necessity as without it I look like Frida Kahlo.  I know big brows are in right now with Cara Delevingne and Lily Collins rocking the look but they've not always been around to help me and it's been a while.  Fortunately I have several pairs of Tweezerman Slanted tweezers and terrifying magnifying mirrors stashed all over the place, so I am never far from an emergency monobrow solution.

So that’s me.  What are your fail-safe beauty basics, shortcuts and tricks?


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A Grey Area



We've just moved into our very own apartment in Manhattan.  The comedy of the buying process is another story but let's just say things are certainly easier and more transparent in the UK.  But now we're in, the fun begins - decorating!  
This is the first time we've ever started from scratch - we arrived with nothing but a few suitcases, so it's exciting to be searching for everything anew.  As you can imagine, my Pinterest boards have taken a bit of a battering but discovering all the New York interiors shops has been great fun.  We're getting there on the basics and things are feeling less like glamping but increasingly in the search for furniture and colour schemes, I'm finding myself drawn to grey.  Grey, grey and yet more grey.  We all know about that sodding book but what is it about this colour that feels so fresh and elegant and now?  
I've been particularly impressed with grey's versatility.  It's fantastic as a neutral background for making other colours and metallics pop.  It's a great partner for light and darker wood.  And of course there's such a range of gorgeous tones to choose from with dark inky charcoals, silvery greeny-greys and feathery blue-grays.  And then there's the ability for grey to make textures look super luxe and expensive - wool, felt, leather, suede.  Even plastics suddenly seem smarter in a dark matt grey. 
Grey is no longer seen as dreary and depressing, or an unfortunate 80's throwback (got to love the retro black, red and grey colour scheme).  It's a calming constant in our homes that can provide both lightness and warmth.  And the paint names are a hoot:  Farrow & Ball's 'Elephant's Breath' and 'Mole's Breath' and Benjamin Moore's 'Dragon's Breath'.  I don't know who decided that stinky animal breath was an attractive image but the marketing strategy seems to be working!
So I'm hoping this grey era is not just a phase, especially given the price of aspirational breathy paint...



Monday, September 23, 2013

"You are the butter to my bread, and the breath to my life" - Julia Child


A quick note about butter: please use it with abandon.  

Salted butter is the only way.  And for heaven's sake, if you can't get your hands on butter, don't substitute with margarine, spreads or other horrid imitations.  No one wants a fake 'buttery taste' - they just want the butter.  The only exception is that in certain cakes (like my banana bread) a flavourless vegetable or sunflower oil is a decent alternative.  And if you love butter as much as I do - try making your own.  It's surprisingly easy and a great party trick.  

Pour a tub or two of double cream into a mixer.  Using the whisking attachment, whisk the cream at a medium speed until it's thick.  Continue whisking but keep a close eye on it and suddenly the magic will happen: buttermilk will start spurting out of the whipped cream and sloshing around the mixing bowl.  You may need to take cover with a tea-towel.  And there you have it - buttermilk and butter!  Separate the two and be sure to keep the buttermilk for using in other recipes.  Then squidge the butter together and rinse several times until the water runs clear (this stops any residue buttermilk souring the butter).  It's easiest to shape the butter into a ball in a bowl of cold water, and then pat it dry before salting (preferably with sea salt).  

I like to press my butter into tiny wide-lipped pots, smooth the top and garnish with yet more sea salt for an elegant accompaniment to home-made bread for a gathering but you can get even more fancy with stamps or flavourings - monogrammed herb butters anyone?  In the unlikely event you have any left over, the salt should preserve it in the fridge for a couple of weeks. 

Being such a greedy child, most of my memories are food-related and I distinctly remember being in kindergarten and having grown mustard and cress in old yoghurt pots filled with soggy wads of kitchen roll.  After waiting patiently for the cress to grow, we were finally able to harvest our straggly cress and our teacher showed us how to make butter for our cress sandwiches.  We were seated in a circle and a jam jar of cream was passed round and round for each of us to shake. My memory gets hazy at this point but I seem to remember after a long time we finally had butter.  I tried replicating this recently while away from my mixer but didn't have much luck.  It might just have been my lack of patience or 20 other willing hands!



Thursday, September 19, 2013

Jumping In At The Deep End


I'm a fully paid-up member of the perfectionist club.  An 'all or nothing' type of person.  If I can't do something properly and to my ridiculously high standards, I'd rather not do it at all.  And it all seemed to be working well for me until recently.  Until I became a mother.  

Now I no longer have the time or ability to be a perfectionist.  My previously sharp brain is fuzzy after back-to-back pregnancies and countless sleepless nights and time is a luxury I can't afford.  And frankly, if I do happen to chance upon a scrap of time at the end of a day, I'd rather use it to wallow in something totally self-indulgent like box sets, my Pinterest addiction, or a wedge of cake; than waste it fretting over tiny details, obsessing over mistakes, or ironing.  In fact one of the truly great discoveries of motherhood, other than the astonishing hijacking of your heart, is that clothes don't actually need ironing.  To be fair, friends had told me this for years but I just didn't risk believing them, so diligently wasted days of my life ensuring every item I wore was crisp and freshly pressed.  Apart from pants - even I knew not to sink that low!

But while the ways of a perfectionist had ensured a lovely home, a successful career and being generally pulled together, I was starting to wonder how much I was missing out on.  How many opportunities were wasted because I didn't have time to throw myself into them totally and utterly?  Did anyone else really care about my gruelling standards other than me and my pride?  I was increasingly seeing peers bravely pursuing projects and risks that I had toyed with the idea of myself but didn't feel I had the time to give them my full and undivided attention, so had put on the back burner.  Because I couldn't bear the thought of trying something and failing.  Being a perfectionist was really a convenient hiding place from the truth - I was a coward. And it was holding me back.

I've been meaning to start a blog for years.  Oh I've attempted to make a start several times.  I designed logos, I researched how to code, I even commissioned a template.  But I never got round to actually publishing anything because I wouldn't risk sharing a creation before the package was completely polished.  And I didn't feel I had enough time to achieve perfection.  So of course, nothing ever came to fruition. 

It's taken my pouty-lipped daughter to show me that life is all the richer for abandoning unnecessary chores and getting by on half-measures. Seeing my to-do list multiply and half-finished jobs pile up is a small price to pay for the pleasure of watching her destroy my architectural masterpieces with a squeak of delight.  And judging from her squeals, I gather food is all the more enjoyable when smeared all over your face, body and anything within reach.  

Watching her sleep all splayed out with clenched fists high above her head, completely oblivious to trail of destruction left in her wake, I'm reminded not to waste precious time trying to perfect things and that if I need to get anything done, I'm really just going to have to get on with it.  Before she wakes up....

So now I'm facing the future as a recovering-perfectionist and I'm proud to say I've just rattled this out during nap-time and have only proof-read it the once.  Well once properly and a final skim-read but that's real progress!  So bear with me while I attempt to be brave and jump in at the deep end.