Epiphanies often arrive in the most ordinary of circumstances - while you’re lolly-gagging your way along the road to Damascus for example - and this week’s epiphanies were no exception. The first arrived as I flicked through a women’s magazine at a local garage, while waiting for a friend to get a W.O.F. for her car.
The “low spender” amongst them spends a mere $1300 per annum. The “big spender” forks out $1800 a year - on eyelash extensions alone. Well worth the expense she says because, on the weekend you can “get up and not have to bother with mascara”. This woman’s total annual bill is $17,700 which, in addition to long eyelashes included make-up, facials, nails, tanning, hairdressing, a personal trainer, dietician and a permanent hair removal process which handily reduces the number of times “you panic because you realise you haven’t had a wax”. It was a revelatory moment.
The scales fell from my (un-mascaraed) eyes. I do not spend nearly enough money - or time - on personal grooming! Until this moment I’d believed that it was enough to wash my hair with whatever shampoo was on special at the supermarket, shave my legs - at erratic intervals - with a plastic disposable razor, and dab on a bit of cut-price lipstick from Postie Plus. Exercise was a quick canter round the block or a ramble with the dog. Dressing up was a change of lipstick and a change of T-shirt. In extremis, it might involve putting on a skirt. Preferably without removing my jeans.