Day 14: Beauty is an Ugly Business

Today, I had a first-hand encounter with the darker side of the beauty industry.

Later this summer, I’m off to a Sunday wedding celebration in Galway. Lovely, except for one tiny issue: I won’t have time to get my hair done that morning. So, today was trial-run time.

Armed with rollers, clips, and copious amounts of hairspray, my miracle working hairdresser, Geraldine,  transformed my head into what looked like a tribute to a 1950s housewife crossed with Enda Sharples. The plan? Sleep in a hairnet tonight and wake up with full, bouncy hair. The reality? We'll see. I may also wake up looking like I wrestled a hedgehog in my sleep.

And yes — I am aware that the hairnet is a passion-killer. But go on… ya still would!

Meanwhile, the AIMS Awards weekend is fast approaching. As you know (and if you don’t, where have you been?), I’ve been trying to lose a generous few pounds to squeeze into that dress. After a reality check on Day 7 I unfortunately lost the run of myself.

 Enter: Skims. 

Yes, those magical body-shapers from none other than Kim Kardashian herself.

THESE ARE MY CORRECT SIZE!

. They technically fit. And by "fit," I mean I had to do a full cardio session just to get into them. But the dress? Still says no. Loudly.

So, Plan B it is. Possibly involving a different dress, less Lycra, and significantly more vodka.

Challenge status: Mildly suffocated but still showing up.
Mood: Compressed, coiffed, and cautiously optimistic