Today my husband made a video of me playing with my daughter. As I was watching it afterwards my heart sank: I did not recognise the sturdy, frumpy, lacklustre and matronly middle aged woman that I saw. I was shocked, and I was sad. How did that happen?
So I am resolved to do something about it, to the extent that one can fight the inexorable passage of time.
There are a few positives, which I'm clinging on to cheer myself up: I cycle and do yoga regularly and am relatively fit. I have a good head of hair with no grey. I am on the whole happy and fulfilled at home and at work. But I look like a bloody frump, so here is my list of targeted interventions:
- Cleanse face every night, no matter how utterly knackered (major slacker)
- Give away about 80% of my wardrobe, made up of stuff I wore in my twenties and thirties (I am now 42, ladies, fourty fucking two!)
- Stop gobbling up all my children's leftovers. (I need not be a human compost bin).
- Buy some proper skin care and make up (no idea where to start)
- Take the 5:2 diet a bit more seriously. 5 kilos will do it.
And finally, and here is where I'd like your advice, despite having been rather contemptuous about it in the past, I am seriously considering investing on a personal shopper somewhere like Selfridges to renew my wardrobe with a set of good, fashionable essentials from the 21st century.
So where do you think I should go? What are your experiences with personal shoppers? Have you met any who were able to understand your needs and your style and advise you accordingly? What budget do you think I will need? Is this worth doing at all?
Many thanks. I am aware that this is rather a protracted rant. I promise to keep you all updated with my progress.