Oh The Shame!

The other day MG suddenly announced that I had to take him down to the local garage, so he could pick up his car, which had been in for repair, I dropped him off and decided to go to the supermarket as I needed a few bits. Somewhere amongst the tinned tomatoes and pasta sauces, I happened to look down and to my absolute horror, I realised I was wearing my slippers.

Not that anyone round here would notice or even care, it is in fact quite normal to see people in their slippers in this rural corner of France.  So this obviously means I am turning native, I am only a few steps away from 'The Nylon Floral Tabard' teamed with white farm wellies or galoshes, a look which is oh so fashionable in our village.

Tabard

When I got home from the supermarket I scrutinised myself in the mirror, what a fright, my roots needed doing, my hands are starting to look like I have worked the land for most of my life, and my feet, well, the less said the better and I could do with a good old waxing session.

Immediate action was called for, I booked myself an appointment at my hairdressers, ( in my former life, I had my hair cut and coloured once a month and I went for a wash and blow dry every week, now I just seem to go to the salon when my hair is too awful to bear).  I also intend to make an appointment with the local beauty salon for a manicure, pedicure, and full leg wax.
 

I love make up but I don't wear it very often round here, perhaps a quick flick of mascara and some lip gloss if we are going out locally, I do put on the whole box of tricks when we are away, I am very good at moisturising and sunscreen, which is a must in this climate.

I don't have to worry about clothes, I have a wardrobe full of beautiful, classical clothes, which I hardly ever get the opportunity to wear, unless I go somewhere, I suppose the advantage of this is that they remain as good as new. It's a good job I have never been a slave to fashion as all my clothes would be seriously outdated now.  No these days my attire is restricted to jeans, woolly sweaters, fleeces and wellies in the Winter and cut off denim shorts, T shirts and espadrilles in the Summer.

Current Life Everyday Footwear

In my former life I used to have a serious shoe hobby, I still do but it is dormant at the moment but soon awakens within fifty paces of a good shoe shop, good job there is no decent shoe shops round here, in fact France is not very good on shoes except at the very top end of the market.  Step over the border to Spain or Italy and temptation lurks everywhere.

 

 Former Life Footwear

Well after all my pampering I would like to do something sophisticated like go to the opera in Toulouse or spend a few days in Paris but with an influx of Summer guests soon to descend on us, I will have to Spring clean the house, oh joy, the polishing floors and cleaning windows type of cleaning something I have skilfully managed to avoid or put off until tomorrow but tomorrow is now upon us.  My sophisticated sojourn will just have to wait.