Made Up

I know it's not exactly earth shattering but it felt like a really big deal, going out in the world without make up on. I've braved the school run in the past but only in my car. At my girls' old school, I used to walk them there so I absolutely had to wear make up then. But inside my car, lit feels like a cocoon where no-one can really see in. I just dreaded breaking down in case anyone saw me in all my raw glory.

My daughters said they noticed no difference whatsoever. Just goes to show how it really can be a psychological mask. To be honest, I tend to wear quite natural looking make-up that is supposed to give the illusion of a dewy, young thing. On the occasions I've really gone to town with the slap, when I'm actually going to town, my children have called me Barbie Mum.

After my dog walk, I had lunch in the garden, soaking up the sunshine with my bare face, apart from the factor 50 suncream. I then went inside and caked on my usual cosmetics as I wasn't brave enough to go to work without. I suppose it's pretty, damn cool to have the choice whether to wear make-up or not; full on, barely there or nothing at all.