Confession is good for the soul, go ahead and unburden yourself! I promise I won’t judge.
Dear Aunty Brown,
I have sinned and can only pray that you will clutch on to your wimple tightly during my tales of horror.
When I was 8, I developed a nail biting habit in primary school because everyone else was doing it, but it hurt my teeth so I moved on to snacking on pencils. For those interested, I discovered wooden ones were the most satisfactory.
I constantly grew bored with my haircut and demanded changes out of the blue. So my aggrieved mother had to work away in the bathroom many-a-times whilst I fidgeted. The results weren’t very pretty, as one class portrait would show:
That phase lasted well into my teens. In fact, soon after my A-level exams, I got Dad to chop my long hair into something which barely reached my chin. By that time, my Mum was fed up with playing hairdresser and catering to my demands. Thinking back, I can only blame sheer teenage laziness for not heading to a salon in the first place. From the looks of some past photos, I dare say my parents did get their revenge on my impulsiveness.
I was also a complete disaster at lining my eyes when I was younger. I bought a Rimmel black kohl pencil when I was 14 for the school photos and tried not to poke my eyes out on the day in front of the school toilet mirrors. The result was panda-esque eyes as the line was around 2mm+ above my lash line.
The whole tanned/bronze look was such a foreign concept to me around the same age that I actually applied an entire satchel of Rimmel bronzer that came free with Bliss on my face and scared my friends to death. The only upside was my teeth looked so much whiter in the process.
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| An excellent demonstration of why less is always more.... Image from dlisted.com |
There, don’t you feel better now?
Hmm…I’m actually cringing at some of the embarrassing mistakes in the name of youth. It’s also rather worrying that these words will now be immortalised forever on cyberspace. Then again, the realisation that I’ve managed to navigate my way through the maze of dodgy haircuts and suspicious makeup applications to morph into the beauty goddess that I am today is rather cathartic and rejuvenating. Thanks, Aunty Brown!
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?
Just recently, at the beginning of March so not too bad there! Of course, my hair did go unloved by the hairdressers for over 9 months before that. I simply don’t see how people can keep up with the recommended 2 months trim magazines always sprout on about. I went to a salon in London this time and headed for an indulgent shopping trip straight after on Oxford Street. Was rather impressed that a MUA from the Nars counter at Harvey Nichols could tell I came straight from the hairdressers, and I remember thinking my stylist must have been a god and my locks were the epitome of salon perfection that the MUA spotted it straight away! That train of thought lasted for less than a second as she proceeded to brush away small pieces of hair from my face. Then a desperate grasp for the mirror ensued and I frantically tried to dash the pieces away in embarrassment.
You have a choice: bad hair or bad nails?
Bad hair is so visible, but I do notice bad nails too. I’m one of those people who even paint her toe nails especially for yoga and then spend the duration of the class admiring my manicure/pedicure. But gun to my head, I’d say hair.
What is the oldest item of make up in your collection?
Nothing too bad – a bunch of No 7 basics (powder compact, kohl pencil and brow pencil) that I bought at the start of university, meaning they’re just under 3 years old. I only started to go overboard at Boots et co during university, away from my parents’ watchful eyes!
Which trend still makes you cringe?
The SJP poodle look from the earlier days of SATC was never big on my list of trends. Matters were made worse when people tied said poodle hair into a pony at the top of their heads.
To be honest, a current trend that I cannot get is the harem pants one. The pants look awesome on the hanger, but oh so wrong on a person.
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Thank you so much for sharing Cassie. If you would like to take a turn and unburden yourself in the Friday Confessional you can email me at modestybrown@googlemail.com. It's open to everyone: if you have something to confess, I'm happy to hear it!
Lol, I do my nails for yoga too and always take a look at other peoples to see if mine are the nicest! Kinda goes against the yoga philosophy but it makes me happy!
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