Les Marchés au Puces - { The Market of the Fleas }

When I discovered this wee little dolls' cupboard and dressing table I simply had to buy it for Bijou! I had such a love affair with my dressing table...or duchess as it was called in my home. It was purchased for my 10th birthday I think and it housed many a china bunny ornament, lacey doilies, a few gazillion scrunchies and a stray banana clip or two. Oh and those rolly ball lipglosses that smelt like cherry and made you look like you'd been eating greasy fish and chips! Memories....from the corners of my mind...misty watercolour memories.....

With the arrival of high school days I added my first foundation (either a calamine lotion pink concoction or a tandoori orange hue...colours I alternated between for many years....oh the horror!!) And a little chemist shop palette of brown eye shadows and a few hand me down lippies from Mum.....frosty browns no doubt. The name Russett rings a bell!!

Many an evening was whiled away singing into a deodorant can (Impulse of course!) listening to the Top 40. Winding my hair into little teeny buns in the hope I would magically transform my straight as sticks hair into Portia de Rossi waves from Ally McBeal. It was here I discovered tweezers too...and let me tell you I wish I'd found them sooner because my formal photos ain't pretty...are you picturing caterpillar eyebrows...oh yeah!!


Now my dressing table is lucky to be used. When the going's good I slap on tinted moisturiser (no cosmetic counter lady I do not have time for the foundation brush!) , curl my eyelashes (poppet thinks this is hilarious) a swipe of Mac cheek tint and some Chanel mascara. A smear of lipgloss and that's as good as its gonna get. And I've gotta think that that's a good thing....all those hours holed up in my bedroom as a teen pondering my pores, applying and reapplying makeup in an effort to create the perfect "no-makeup" look and lamenting how come I didn't come with Linda Evangelista cheekbones couldn't have been healthy.

Well now I've got something far more beautiful to play with...and she won't clog my pores, isn't tested on animals, doesn't stain my collar and makes me feel like the most gorgeous woman on earth! Mumma loves you to the moon and back my girl.

For other wonderful treasures please head over to the lovely Sophie's blog and indulge in some serious vintage ogling.