Last month Hubby took me away to celebrate my birthday (Ha! I managed to keep that quiet, didn't I? That is apart from all of you on Facebook who found out,)
He didn't so much take me away as I took him. I decided the destination, the hotel and which dates. I booked it all and told him the week before so he didn't have time to change the plan.
He's pretty good when it comes to birthdays, unless it's his own. He let's me have my own way for an entire day and doesn't complain about anything!
This year he was particularly attentive. We had a few days in Lyon, which, if you haven't been, is a fantastic city, full of shops, restaurants, beautiful buildings and oh, yes, shops. I was told that if you visited every restaurant in Lyon to eat lunch and dinner, it would take you over a year to visit all the restaurants there are in the city.
Hubby was happy. A city full of 'boulangeries', chocolate shops and delicious food.
On the day of my birthday having eaten our way through as many food outlets as we possibly could and feeling rather full Hubby and I passed a MAC store. Hubby looked at me and said:
"Why don't you treat yourself to a makeover? You may be a year older but why look it? It looks trendy in there."
He pushed open the door and shoved me inside. It was trendy all right. I felt like an eighty year old amongst all the young people there. Hubby urged me inside further, right into the path of Gok Wan the junior. Honestly, the person in front of me brandishing a large blusher brush was Gok Wan's little brother. He screwed up his eyes and looked at Hubby. I explained we were there for me and I needed a makeover to make me younger than I was. Hubby looked relieved and went off to examine lipsticks.
Hubby meanwhile, had found some lipsticks that he thought might suit me. He brought one over. Gok intercepted him and sent him back with back with pursed lips. He approached me with his hands behind his back.
"Are you sure you are not afraid of colour?" (I kept waiting for him to add "Girlfriend" but sad to say, he didn't.)
I began to wonder if it had been wise to come in at all. The man was going to turn me into a clown.
"Go on!" urged Hubby who had appeared by my side. "Be brave. You could do with some colour. You're a bit pasty."
I nodded after all I have never been very good at putting on make up and if I am honest I still have a pot of dull brown eye shadow that I bought in the eighties in my drawer. A pot of deep plum eye shadow and something very gold flashed before me.
Gok-a-like set to work on me, drawing on eyebrows, painting my face lightly and wafting brushes over my face. Periodically he would stand back, nod happily and then look towards Hubby for approval. Hubby, who never show emotion, just nodded.
After a good twenty minutes of being attacked by various brushes Gok-a-like told me to prepare myself for the result.
He pranced off to get the large mirror but before he let me look he gave my lips another slick of colour. He lifted the mirror and presented its face to me.
Hubby stared at me.
"Yep. It's different," he said. "At least you have some colour."
Deflated by Hubby's lack of enthusiasm for the Sex Goddess in front of him, I thanked Gok for all his trouble. He continued to fuss about, ensuring I didn't wipe my eye make-up off and making sure there was sufficient gold colour in the corners of my eyes. I let him finish and then thanked him for all his trouble.
"Don't forget this," he said as I made to leave the shop. He pushed a large carrier bag into my hands. Hubby had bought all the make-up that Gok had used on me. He'd sneaked off while Gok had my eyes closed and was putting extra eye-shadow on them and bought it all for me.
"Yes, that looks much better," he informed me as I happily plopped back outside into the sunlight. "You look much more youthful. Make sure you use it when we get back home. You have to stay one step ahead of this 'getting older' game."
I squeezed his hand and took him for a Häagen-Dazs ice cream.