LOCKDOWN LIFE
The Life-Changing Magic of…Mascara
What lockdown has taught me about self-care
Before we all got banished to sit out Covid-19 in our houses, tucked away from the world in our nests, I had a very specific weekday morning post-shower routine. Towel-clad, I’d pop in my contact lenses, so I could actually see myself, and then I’d begin.
First, unguents. (I’m a devoted fan of an overpriced serum, and let it never be said that I’d forget a decent slathering of SPF). Then, hair. (Mine’s a pathetic excuse for hair, really – it’s baby-fine and very blonde, neither use nor ornament, but it still needs taming). Next, clothes. Usually a skirt suit, a fitted dress or a trousers-and-blouse combo; whatever, it would always involve high heels. Finally, with all the unguents absorbed tackily into my face at last, I’d meander back to the bathroom, heels clacking, ready for the makeup stage.
