It has been a grey and wet day here, and my thoughts have moved to a makeover day that I attended some time ago.

I can’t remember where I saw the advert, but it was competitively priced, offering a day of just ‘Me’ time, with numerous clothing options available, and a full makeover with a professional makeup artist and photographer in a studio in London.

I remember that it was a grey day then too. Steve drove me up there first thing in the morning, picking me up again later that evening.. the outside of the building gave no hint of specialness, but when I entered the studio, it was incredible.

Over the course of the day I had two hair restyles, one temporary blonde wash, three makeup sessions, and more clothing choices than I could ever fit into a wardrobe at home, let alone afford.

I had to wait for the photo’s to arrive maybe two weeks later, and to see Steve’s reaction to the final cost, but even he was amazed by them. The photo’s the studio sent through were the best of the days photo session and showed me with a number of different looks, almost as if I was a different woman in different worlds.

I love those images as I look beautiful in them, in my eyes, but where Steve loves how I look in them, he also loves me just as much when I am in a turtleneck sweater and jeans. So maybe where a makeover day is incredible me time, pampered and let loose on my hidden alter egos, true beauty is not something seen by yourself, but by those closest to you who see beyond the clothes and makeup and that is what is truly important.

(But some of the pictures are up on the wall here nonetheless)

Trouble xx