The perils of being a lady

I’m the first to admit I’m a bit high maintenance. On a recent night out with friends we somehow got on to the subject of how long we take to get ready in the morning. As I revealed I clock in at about an hour (rushing the entire way), the looks of shock on their faces told me that wasn’t normal.

I do wear makeup every day, which doesn’t help. And I’m both blessed and cursed with stick-straight, very fine hair. If you don’t wash that every day, you’ll have an oil slick by mid-morning! I have a standard bunch of outfits that I rotate, so that doesn’t take up too much time, unless you’re hit by a dreaded Fat Day. When that happens, it doesn’t matter what you actually look like, or how pretty the clothes are. Everything is suddenly awful!

I hadn’t realised quite how high maintenance I’d become until disaster struck: an injury to the ball of my foot that’s left me unable to wear high heels!


To be fair, the injury was probably caused by heels in the first place. I faintly remember an article from several years ago about a woman who managed to pulverise one of the small bones in her foot by wearing a beautiful, but painful, pair. I’ve resolved not to go to the doctor unless I absolutely have to. If anything is pulverised, I don’t want to know about it.

It does come at a time when I’ve been reconsidering the daily wearing of high heels. The much publicised ban on women wearing flats to the Cannes film festival bothered me. I love heels, but it should be my decision on whether to endure the discomfort. If you’re doing anything other than sitting for long periods of time, it can be downright painful.

So, even when my foot heals, I’m resolving to wear more flats. It’s a first step towards being less high maintenance. Maybe I’ll even try and scale back my makeup routine.

How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? Are you considering giving up any beauty routinesĀ for the sake of being more practical?