Damp, drizzle, hair frizzle. No wonder the barista in my local cafe said write about hair and humidity when I said I was procrastinating with a topic for my weekly column.
Actually, she didn't tell me to write about flyaways, she instead wrote the suggestion on a piece of paper
because she's lost her voice. It's not winter to blame for her compromised vocal chords, she's a singer and has been told to rest up for awhile. This has made the daily swing by the cafe an extended entertaining pantomime with Post it notes - and another way for me to drag out a deadline.
After the weekend just past, I'm thinking of resting up as well. I started on another beauty cupboard sort out and realised raking the leaves on the back lawn had more appeal. It proved quite satisfying, thinking I had saved the slimy grass from slow suffocation in time for a good spring sprout, until I looked out the window this morning. Another pile shaken down.
Which brings me back to the beauty stuff. There's too much of it, piling up. This may sound like nothing to complain about, but it's actually a curse. If anyone asks me what to use on their skin or their hair, I start off like a questionnaire to narrow the choice.
So many products, so little time, it's overload every time a consumer walks into a shop. New categories of things you never knew you needed are popping on shelves. At Viva we try to test a fair few and give you a heads-up on the trends to watch for. For this week's issue I've written about facial essences and have reproachful little piles of next-generation primers and optical diffusers to wade through.
