lusty reunions require a serious beauty regimen, just ask Rach.

Brrr….it’s cold outside. But when a special occasion (did someone say hot date?) springs into the iPhone calendar it’s time to give the beauty routine a shake-up.

When the sun becomes as illusive as Johnny Depp, it’s so easy to hang up the beauty routine and let things go a bit wild… An extra day or two (or ok, week) between leg shaves, cancelled bikini wax appointments, toes that have forgotten what the word pedicure means, a diet that’s major food group is pasta (ok, ok, pizza).

It’s hard, I know and as I type I am considering NOT putting on the Lycra and heading out into the frost to go for a run. One reason that might persuade me? I have a hot date coming up with my hubby. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen him and I want to look fab with a capital F when we reunite next week.

Cue Beauty Boot camp on steroids.

I’m putting the frosty weather (and the tears) aside and have embarked on a beauty rampage to try and get myself set for the long-haul flight to see Simon, while also attempting to look appropriately warm-weather for the London summer. I’m not after miracles but I do want to look less bedraggled, more beautiful when I unite with my London-bronzed husband. (Ok, that was a bit Mills and Boon, but it’s been weeks, bear with me)

The beauty bonanza started with a trip last week to Harr in Elwood to see my friend Mark Rippon. The man can do a mean highlight and isn’t afraid to tell you how your hair is. Which I like. I don’t want pandering, I want honesty. Oh but do tell me I look spectacular as I leave, honestly or not.

Since then I have had a brow appointment which I managed not to cancel yesterday despite the rain (WaxFX in South Yarra really should be on every girl’s speedial) and the New York manicure that I had at a media day on Monday which was held at Westfield Doncaster’s tricked-up spa, Beaute 2001. Their New York mani may just be my most favourite thing of the moment. Oh, it’s heavenly, they use a spanking new CND formulation which is part polish, part gel. Result?  Endurance plus. Nails are one thing that never go out of my proverbial beauty window, even in the depths of an ice-storm, and I’m telling you my nails are still perfect five days later – and I mean perfect.

The week has also included a leg and bikini wax at the Beauty House in Elwood and a Guinot Hydradermie Facial. Admittedly the facial was because I someone kindly organised it for me; I can’t honestly promise that I’d have left the balmy 23C of my office had it been left up to me to book. But I’m very glad I did. I love a machine in my facial and this legendary pumping facial by Guinot has plenty of mechanical trickery.

At home I’ve had mineral baths to sooth my frazzled brain, Elemis masks (love, love, love), the odd Pantene 3Minute Miracle Treatment. And the running. (note I still have not gone yet)

What a week. Now, as long as no hair grows and my skin and hair stay sane, I’m all set to run into my hubby’s arms like Rachel McAdams in The Notebook.

Thought lusty reunions were easy, fellas? Think again.

6 sleeps and counting…

Sal x