Today, ladies, I have a more special story for you. I asked her my mother to share with us the first experiences related to beauty. So if you are curious to find out what were the first makeups or the first care products of a chic teenager in the '70s, I invite you to read on.
As hard as it may seem to believe, female coquetry has existed since the beginning of the world, so whatever the times, better or harder, women wanted to be as beautiful as possible (I think it was noticed that I simply did not say " beautiful ”) and as soon as they managed to hold on to their mother's heels, they went on to attack her beauty arsenal: lipsticks, powders, perfumes and whatever else they found, practicing for a long time in front of the mirror for the ultimate moment when they were to turn their backs. representatives of the opposite sex. How long did the training last? The funniest part is the one no one sees, is it, girls? Less for mothers, but who can believe them?
I was no exception, although my mother, gifted by God with a spotless complexion, with eyebrows that should not be thought, did not give me much opportunity to wreak havoc with her beauty kit, but it was my great luck to I have an older sister, who took care to make available to me (that is, to have where I could serve myself without big fashions) everything my heart wanted: creams, eye makeup, pencils, powder, lipsticks and not to forget the nail polishes, which went away very quickly, because I was wiping them more than sitting on my nails, because where was I going to go to school with my nails done? I have to say that my sister is 4 years older, so a comfortable age difference when you are 14 and preparing to take the world by storm and at 18 she was already fighting battle after battle and winning them easily. Tall, blond, and with green eyes, she wreaked havoc and perfected her makeup technique without much trouble, at a time when the only models were the artists in the magazine. Cinema or the stars in feature films because the televisions were black and white.
Now it sounds funny, but even then it wasn't too tragic because the cosmetics industry was not non-existent in our country, and the "luxury" stores had districts where they could find quality products and who could afford them. At the shops on Calea Victoriei, at Michael's tail, la Unirea, la Crane or at Bucur Obor there were Helen Rubinstein, Pond's, Caron or Chanel products. As a student, after each exam, I pampered myself with a visit to these stores and at least a bar of soap, I still bought myself because I couldn't do more, but I kept up to date with the news. My mother may not have used make-up, but I must admit that she was very wise, and she was the one who brought liquid eyeshadows and French nail polish from a trip, thus encouraging their use but also giving us the opportunity to understand what quality means. . But back to the beginning!
I think that at the age of 14 I started to show interest in my sister's cosmetics: eye pencils and eyelashes. I had solved the part with my lips a long time ago, the whole house being only the pieces of grapes, pink and red. There were also boxes of red lips, but they were not among my favorites.
I liked to sit and watch her when she put on make-up trying to "steal" from her art of makeup because at that time you had little where to get inspiration and everyone could do it alone or exchange experience with friends. I had my older sister, so she kept it TUTORIALS live, if I hadn't gone crazy and cut myself off!
After a while I discovered her “Catifelin” hand cream and what a treat I had until I was cut off from the portion! It must be understood that in those days we had little money in our pockets and everything that went through our heads had to be procured from what we saved, that I just couldn't go to my mother to give me money to buy make-up! And at Perfumery there were enough products that caught my eye, but I didn't really have a place to use them anyway, and if I took them it was just to tell my friends that I had them too.
I liked the summer the most, where the Poles came with everything I dreamed of: make-up, mascara boxes for eyelashes, false eyelashes, nail polishes, eye pencils, eyelash curlers and to our great joy my mother bought us everything we wanted . I always admired in my mother the wisdom she showed, she did not forbid us and although she did not use them, she gave us the opportunity to have makeup but, she forced us to use them outside of school and in moderation. Today it may seem strange and restrictive but for us it was not a problem, I knew we had them and we could use them and we had where: we went weekly to the Opera, to the Athenaeum, to the theater and on visits to relatives we were allowed to use them and especially on vacation, so I didn't perceive the restriction as a chore.
But skin care was a much more serious problem. When the problems with the pimples started, "Juvenal", sulfur soap or the unbearable "Borax" appeared, but if necessary, with pleasure. Rinsing the face with chamomile tea or compresses with blue eye tea was another stage of care. Or the blackheads, which I heard had to be removed, or left alone, or had to go to the beautician. Anyway, I went to the dermatologist because I was afraid of bigger problems, but I calmed down quickly. "Doina" milk and cucumber milk emulsion have worked wonders over time. Then there was the cream "Apidermin" and the indispensable "Nivea". When you were young and I was very, very young, skin problems are not that big, but overuse these days can cause problems, but in those days what could it mean too much for us? Maybe if you were monkeying in the house every night in front of the mirror, but that wasn't really the case.
What I liked most was the part with eyelash mascara: the mascara was solid, you moistened the brush with water and then you ran it over the product and the great adventure of eyelash mascara began. When removing make-up, it was worse that I didn't have special eye make-up removal products, so I used all the "Doina" cleansing milk and a bit of sting. But we heroically endured that well, who had beautiful eyelashes?
I hope you liked my mother's story 😀