Archive | February 2012

Crows Feet & Crepe Paper

As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to realise that some of the best beauty advise must surely come from our mothers.

My mum asked me the other day if I used moisturiser on my neck and chest.  When I replied, ‘only in the summer with suncream’, she cringed and told me that in her opinion to stay looking younger, women should apply a moisturiser to their ‘decolletage’ – the fine stetch of skin that covers the collarbone and upper bust area, every day.  A number of women she knows haven’t moisturised there and have as a result gone all CREPEY!

So many women smother their faces morning, noon and night in a layer of the finest of facecreams but FORGET to moisturise those tell-tale places such as their neck, upper bust and even backs of hands.  An example of the latter must surely be Madonna.  When Mum and I recently saw her on TV, she was wearing a pair of designer leather gloves, (Chanel I think), with a sassy little black dress.    ‘I bet she’s wearing those gloves to cover her hands’, observed my Mum, who’d read that the Pop Queen’s hands have aged so much that she’s taken to hiding them in public for fear of people guessing her real age!  It’s no secret that she’s now in her early 50s, but whereas her complexion, hair and figure still look FAB, she appears to have committed the ultimate BEAUTY CRIME of not ‘moisturising’ the bits that give the ‘age’ game away!!

As a result of this, I now make sure I drench the skin on my neck and decolletage with an Elemis moisturiser, (Pro-Collagen Neck & Bust Cream), first thing in the morning and last thing at night and I apply a hand cream (I’m currently very fond of The Santurary’s Spa Essentials Hand Cream) to my hands, especially the backs, every few hours or so.  This way I hope not to look a day over 30 by the time I hit 40 in a couple of weeks time!!

AND with today’s date being the 29th February, I feel very lucky that I’ll be able to drag my 30s out for a day longer than I would have done if it hadn’t have been a Leap Year this year!  Does this mean that when I do actually turn 40, I will look a ‘day over 40’?!  Perhaps not if I ‘MOISTURISE’!!

15 days to go and NOT REALLY counting!!!




Banderas in Boots!

Oh the joys of MIDDLE AGE…there used to be a time when I could go to the cinema and see any film I wanted to, preferably one with a bit of ‘eye candy’ when it came to the leading actor – Daniel Craig, Jude Law, Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Antonio Banderas…

Talking of Antonio Banderas, I took my two young sons to the cinema to see ‘Puss in Boots’ earlier this week… but these days, as a ‘middle aged Mummy of young children’, I seem only to see my former heart-throbs in the form of animated cartoon characters!  So I had to settle for a fluffy, feline-faced, boot-bedecked Banderas instead – oh well, at least I enjoyed his sexy, Spanish voice!!!

On a bit of a cinema roll, my hubby and I also took our boys to see The Muppets this evening.  Both boys loved it and for the hubby and I, it was a wonderful trip down MEMORY LANE!!   However, I was reminded of my imminent slide into MIDDLE AGE again this evening when, half way through the film, my eight and a half year old leaned over to me and whispered into my ear, ‘Mummy, this song sounds like a really bad 1950s or 60s song!’  I realised, (a little too instantly), that it wasn’t a song from the 50s or the 60s for that matter, but infact from the (not so distant) 80s…it was Gary Newman’s ‘Cars’, which I actually quite liked at the time!!!!!   How outrageous to think that that song enjoyed chart success over 30 years ago!

On a less shocking note, I was pleased to read on-line that Jude Law is also turning 40 this year… so hurrah, I’m not the only one!!!  Here’s to all those born in 1972!


OMG…I’m officially OLD!

OMG, I’m officially OLD!

It’s finally happened.  The ultimate sign of MIDDLE AGE… or is it OLD AGE?!

I was in London yesterday on a girly shopping trip and when I stepped onto a crowded Northern Line tube train bound for Camden Town, the thing I’ve most been dreading about my ‘ inevitable slide into MIDDLE AGE’ actually happened…

…a young man immediately got up and offered me his seat!  I was MORTIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It must have been because I was laiden with shopping bags, yes, that MUST have been why.  Or perhaps it was the genuine 1930s fox fur I had draped around my neck.  The fox fur was a fabulous fashion find from a marvellous vintage clothing shop called ‘Decadent Vintage’ in Islington, (check them out at if you’re interested).  I’m currently collecting vintage accessories in readiness for one of my ‘3’ celebratory 40th birthday parties, where we’ll all be dressing up ‘vintage style’.

Oh well, for whatever reason, a charming 18 year old ‘boy’ gave up his seat for me, so I guess I should be grateful!  It’s not as if I have THAT many grey hairs, well just one or two, and I don’t have THAT many ‘fine’ lines… at least I can say I KNOW who JLS, Jessie J and Justin Beiber are!!

Talking of pop stars, I was shocked and saddened to hear of the death of Whitney Houston today.  What a waste of such amazing talent. I grew up with her music playing in the background.  Just listening to ‘How Will I Know’ and ‘Saving All My Love for You’ again this morning, I was immediately transported back to my early teens.  That made me fell YOUNG again!  The music industry may have lost one of its brightest stars, but at least her music will live on.  At just 48, she was definately too young to die.


Turning 40!

I keep saying to myself, it’s just a number.  Well okay then, just two little numbers, a ‘4’ and a ‘0’.  It really doesn’t mean that much….or does it?

Perhaps these two little numbers really are quite a BIG deal.  When I think about what ’40’ used to mean to me, I saw somebody who was most definately MIDDLE AGED…a little faded, a little jaded, a little wrinkled, a little crinkled round the edges… hey, after all, ’40’ is the age your parents are isn’t it? Or at least somewhere around that 40 mark….

I vividly remember my father’s 40th birthday party and somebody presenting him with the most HUMUNGOUS sized pair of pants you could possibly imagine…was he embarrassed?  I don’t know.  As an impressionable 11 year old, as I was back then, I think I was perhaps more taken aback then he.  How could someone think that just because MY DAD had turned 4o, he would then be given ‘carte blanche’ to let his waistline EXPAND into the 40 inch bracket AND think it was FUNNY?

On the other hand, I can’t actually recall my mother turning 40, despite it being only two and a half months before my father’s ‘coming of age’.  Perhaps Mum was more secretive about her milestone birthday…is that how women should be…SECRETIVE about their age?

It’s funny isn’t it, when we’re young, we do everything we possibly can to look older than our years.  Or at least, you do if you’re a teenage girl, as I was all those years ago. I can remember looking in the mirror and thinking, ‘I can’t wait til I’m 28…my face will look more beautiful, more mature, it’ll be the face that I’ll have ‘grown’ into…the face I’ll have as an ADULT.

The truth is, in exactly four weeks and six days, I’ll have reached that same milestone birthday that my parents did way back in the early 1980s and there’ll be ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I can do to change it…. Except perhaps LIE about my age, or reach for the bottle of Tippex and erase my birthdate from my birth certificate, then knock off a year or two or three or four….!!

I’ve decided to post a few comments in the run up to my BIG day to see how I’m feeling as I get closer and closer to…TURNING 40!