I have to shower twice a day, and that’s without the days in which I exercise. I use a soap bar, gels are too drying. My perfume for the last 30 years does fuck all now, I’m not quite in the headspace to find a new signature scent for day to day, so Chanel it is.
I discovered the long pyjama tops, you know, the ones that look like a hotel pyjama tops, but finish at my knees. So if I’m hot at night, I just get a leg out and cool down instantly.
I’ve gained about 15 kg. I’m bloated half the time. Elasticated trousers all the way, COS and Anthropologie do them well without looking shit. Cotton, silk and cashmere all the way.
I still wear dresses, mainly from White company and Me and Em.
My hair is thinning and falling at an alarming rate, I use deep conditioners, I am lucky it’s not grey anywhere but the temples, I don’t die it, but it changed my colouring, so I can’t wear cream, for example, or baby blue, but crisp white and navy works.
I’m embracing my wrinkles and jowls, and hooded lids, but I moisturise to an inch of my life and Charlotte Tilbury ‘s magic cream gives a subtle shine. I must wear blusher, or else I look ill.
I do pilates every week, I swim, run and do body pump, walk the dog, walk to work and back etc.
I’m grateful and don’t give a fuck at the same time, I’m just looking after myself the best I can.