I am a product of the 1970’s and 80’s… and I can’t shake off the love of blue eye shadow. The only problem is, it doesn’t seem to be ‘in’ at the moment. Admittedly, I haven’t spent hours trawling the internet, in search of a suitably azure palette, and my quest has been limited to actual shops – but time after time, I’ve returned home, disappointed. Until recently, that is!
Having spent what felt like a lifetime at Specsavers, being harassed to within an inch of my life by a nice but pushy lady, who was attempting to upsell me to more expensive frames (which came with a ‘special offer’), I finally managed to escape the store, almost surprised to find that there was still day light to be enjoyed. My partner and I decided to go for a little wander, and to cut a long story short, I came across a branch of Superdrug, remembering that: I want blue eye shadow! Not brown, dark grey, gold or beige… blue. I just have to be in luck here, I thought, as I realised that one entire wall, from front to back, was lined with make up stands, including a couple of familiar names, and many I didn’t even know existed. I started off with great optimism, but by the fifth or sixth stand, it began to click with me… the reason they aren’t selling it is because no-one wants it (apart from you) – you are going to have to get with the times, lady! I ran the gamut of every make up product you could possibly wish for, and back again, overwhelmed and befuddled… and then I spotted it! An £8 box of magic colours, that transported me back to a time when I would hang my head upside down, furiously backcomb my hair, and glue it in place with half a can of hair spray (I once couldn’t sit up straight in a sports car, on a blind date, because my hair was too big… which is more than can be said for the date. He appeared to be of normal height, whilst behind the steering wheel, but that was only from the waist up. Unfortunately, his legs had decided not to keep up with the rest of his body, growth wise. And before anyone rushes to lynch me, he wasn’t disabled, he was just very short in the leg department. And that wouldn’t have been a problem, at all, had he not been a first class, arrogant prick! However, on the plus side, I did get to have a little drive of a Pontiac Trans Am that night, but that’s another story altogether).
Anyway, I now have several shades of blue to choose from, though I suspect that it is obvious that I am a product of some other place and time… a lost soul caught in a time warp (“… it’s just a jump to the left, and then a step to the right…”). But it will be back, I promise you – and then I will be smack bang up to date again!