Dotty

I am including this as an attempt, firstly to shame myself into not being such a slut and secondly to make the rest of you who do feel sluttish to feel much better about yourselves. Those who are virtuous already know you are virtuous and I shall try to be genuinely happy for you.

Today (1st May 2009), from left to right, we have:
Telephone: I HATE having a telephone in the bedroom and have attempted to hide it behind my jewellery box: but I’m not sure that is very effective.
Jewellery box: it is an object of beauty and within lie fine gems, costume jewellery and handmade painted pasta chains from my boys: every single piece has a story, a memory and is nearly as evocative as scent.
A duster.
An empty can of furniture polish.
A necklace which should be in the jewellery box.
A rather revolting off-cream pillar candle with purple thistles painted on it. I think one of the boys chose it for my birthday – but it could have been Mr Dotty. It will have to go.
Another smaller beautiful box that currently has no real purpose – but I know it will one day. Sometimes I put my specs in it – more often I don’t.
My darling little pink notepad: I LOVE it.
A make-up mirror bought and left behind by my sister-in-law when she stayed to look after the family while I was in hospital. It gathers dust, and shouldn’t. (Ooh – could use duster!)
An essential oil vapouriser and a huge bottle of lavender oil.
Perfume – should be in a high-up basket.
No 7 Essential Moisture foundation: should be in make-up bag.
Instructions for some drug or other.
Empty blister pack of some drug or other.
Glass which needs washing.
Penknife.
Box of matches.
Specs (on top of box of matches).
I can make you sleep CD by Paul McKenna.
Ball point pen on top of CD.
Make-up bag!!
Jo Malone pillow spray (pressy from lovely s-i-l).
Another set of instructions for some drug or other.
CD Player/alarm clock.
A bear called Paddngton CD.
2 used facial wipes.
Another empty blister pack.

There – now don’t you feel better? Knew you would….
Oops! Missed an empty lightbulb packet hiding behind the pretty pink notepad…

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I’m not very good at this stuff. I’m 42 and still trying to get into the habit of cleanse/tone/moisturise once a day, never mind twice. In the past I have tried several methods to try and get the habit: the more usual one was to buy ever-more expensive products. Now poverty (and reality) has struck. I did try Tesco’s ‘bnatural’ range – and it is actually lovely, but then, having gone down the natural route, I became more obsessed with more natural. Having borrowed India Knight’s book ‘The Thrift Book’ (how thrifty is that?!), she recommends the oil cleansing method using a mixture of castor oil and olive oil (www.theoilcleansingmethod.com). I have ordered the castor oil online: Boots don’t stock it because, to much sniggering and giggling, it is no longer recommended for its ‘original’ purpose. India Knight’s book is, by the way, well worth buying and is a joy to read, as well as being full of very useful and do-able advice.
As for make-up – even more hopeless. I do try and make the effort: a light foundation if I can find it, blusher if I’ve managed to find the foundation, lipstick (I try and keep some lying around in the kitchen, car, handbag, coat pockets just to remind me I should be using it) and mascara a couple of times a year. I’m going to try and do mascara a bit more as it does make a big difference to my face. The other thing that I am never without is Elizabeth Arden’s 8 hour cream. Great for chapped lips (and ears in -24º Warsaw winters) but also as a lip gloss. The smell is divine and reminds me of trips to the cinema with girlfriends where we would pay the extortionate fee of £8 per seat and have a private room with our own screen and waitress service bringing jolly good G&Ts. I do find smells the most evocative of the senses. Perfume: Organza by Givenchy (although I’m fearing it may be nearing the end of its life) and Bulgari. I used to wear much heavier oriental scents, but whether it is the baby-factor or just growing up, they now sit on me like a rather daft over-trimmed hat.

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