Today, whilst vacuuming any item in the house that stood still, which was pretty much everything seeing as Small Child was back to preschool and Other Half returned to the world of work, I decided to finally throw away what remained of my eight year old Benefit Kitten. I truly adore Benefit products as they appeal to my kitsch, girly side and will find any excuse to snaffle something up if I walk past one of their counters!
For those of you who may be unfamiliar with this particular product, it's a cutesy looking box containing a powder puff filled with fine glitter shimmer. You gently pat it onto any exposed toned and tanned parts before venturing off out to wow your captive audience!
Not only do I have fewer tanned and toned parts that I wish to expose these days but there seems to be a severe lack of social occasion where I have an excuse to get them out! And rather than highlight them, you'll more likely find me checking them for excess wobble, strapping them down, sucking them in or just covering them up. So, as I cleared all my paraphernalia off the dressing table in preparation for a good going over with the Dyson, (life doesn't get anymore exciting than this on a Monday let me tell you!), I tried to think when I might last have used it. Apart from applying liberally for a friends seventies themed fancy dress 40th birthday party in November, I realised that I'd last "puffed with abandon" on our wedding day nearly five years ago!
To misquote Britney, which I'm sure happens a lot, I'm not a girl but definitely a woman; a woman who has to face up to the fact that she can no longer justify this sort of thing gathering dust amongst her vast array of beauty junk. Lets face it; the woman who used to do quite a good impersonation of a sex kitten has turned into a cat, albeit one who can still sometimes scrub up in order to pass for something resembling feline as opposed to plain old mangy!
And I'm glad that my time of nights out on the tiles have been replaced by nights indoors, curled up on the sofa next to my very own Tom cat! Whilst I still like to get glammed up when we venture out together, I no longer feel I have to sprinkle on the glitter; especially as it rubbed off all over his dinner suit when we got together at the office Christmas party all those years ago! Hhhmm.... perhaps that fairy dust did have magical powers after all!