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 😀
38 comments
Very much! 🙂
I'm glad you liked it 😀
very beautiful 🙂
And it seemed to me a story worth telling 😀
Beautiful story, beautiful and your mother, you have who it looks like this is clear!
Thank you, Camelia! He'll be glad to hear that. He always suffered because people said he looked more like my father :)))
I also spent my childhood admiring Mother when she put on make-up and perfume… .. beautiful memories… thank you>: D <
What cosmetics did your mother use? 😕
My mother also has some very interesting and funny stories, as well as my aunt who flirted with the art of makeup. I am inspired by your article and maybe I will make one myself after interviewing my family ladies 😀
Leave me a link if it materializes 😀
Juvenal was so effective! Too bad it doesn't happen anymore!
My mother told me about him. Before, everything was so simple! Now when you buy an anti-acne product you ask yourself many questions, including whether or not it will make you worse.
How beautiful, I really liked this post. I remember drawing myself in the mirror with my mother's green lipstick, as if it were yesterday 🙂
It seems like a story from another era. I have always been fascinated by my mother's care ritual. She didn't use too much makeup, just an Ada green pencil (with which she made smokey eyes only with her fingers) on more special occasions and blush, in a pleasant pink, from a Cobra box, if I'm not mistaken . Instead, I never saw my dear mother leave the house without lipstick on her lips, a lipstick in a shade of brownish pink, not too intense, which complements her skin very well. Also, the cuticles and nails were always neat, and every week he applied nail polish. Every evening she removed her make-up with the Doina emulsion, in a small, white bottle with a purple inscription, which smelled divine.
I really like how he told me. I had no idea about solid mascara! :))
It made me think about how I was hanging out with my mother's purse. It's almost useless, because she only had a Ruby Rose kit, she didn't like mascara and she doesn't like it even now, in vain I tried to give it to her and make her do it. use.
I used to go to school, like my classmates did, and I washed myself well before I went home. :))
I started visiting you every day! Super 😀
iuuui! thank you! 😀
we should see each other again, live, not online!
interesting
my mother used Ada pencils and the indispensable Doina. maybe it was better without so many cosmetics with e-shirts and parabens ... and our mothers had a special beauty, don't you think?
and my mother kept telling me about the trade with the Poles on the seaside :).
And when I was a teenager, I went through my mother's products. I still remember that he had all kinds of eye pencils, a wonder, ink and makeup. She had a bag kept with products from her college to show us what products were then. And what I appreciated about my mother was the fact that she bought the first make-up products as a gift without me asking for them.
How much I liked the post! 🙂
My mother only made up with lipstick, mascara and powder, so it wasn't until high school that I started to put on my make-up, learning from my colleagues.
You have something to be proud of, your mother is a real talent 🙂 I really liked the way she told the story, and thanks to the idea Ioana, really nowadays we only talk about what appears in America, Europe, what to do we have, too, but since then no one remembers, no one tells, so congratulations to both you and your mother: *
Beautiful story, I liked you, your beautiful mother, to have a lot of health, to have happiness, joy, everything you want.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart and I'm very glad you liked it! <3
very smoky, it reminds me of my childhood :)) when I applied mascara and if it was dry I applied a little perfume in it and that's it 🙂
Very nice article!
The article is very nice, it's a bit long, but it's really worth reading to the end. We all think that we remember Doina body milk and Nivea face cream in a metal box.
This post is very beautiful. Kiss my mother too, she's beautiful.
You have a very beautiful mother
I enjoyed reading this article!
how nice he said
Beautiful story! I read it breathlessly! My mother didn't wear make-up when I was little (and not even now) except on occasions (where she lends me my make-up) but I know she always had a RubyRose kit in her bag, a black ink and a lipstick with a dark red tint, which only it suits her. I rather put yams in my grandmother's lipsticks, which were much more numerous, and when I went to visit N., my mother's friend, it was a real delight when she let me rummage through her make-up. I remember that he had a very creamy cream green eyeshadow but I liked it so much :)) today, I wouldn't even touch it unless I wanted to turn into a sea creature at a ball :))
Superb story 🙂 I was really amused by the part with “cut me from the portion” :))))
Do you know what I'm thinking?!… When I will have children too (for sure I will have a little girl someday :))) and someone will tell her that her mother could not sleep at night because she did not have a lipstick from Dior: )))))))
Big kiss for your mom: *
ps: and for you of course: *: *: *
Omg your mother is adorable, she's super beautiful. Mai vreeeem 😀
I was enchanted by my mother's kits when I was little..now I started to collect and collect them… .I can't stop!
Hello ! I was born in 1953, so I know that period. I started with nail polish and lipstick (bought from Poles) at the age of 16, advised by my mother. She was born in 1921, she was pretty, she used lipstick, cream and face powder, nail polish. I was fascinated when she took me to the hairdresser: I sat with my fingers on the manicurist's table to varnish my nails. I also learned from my mother to put my hair on the "moatze". Then I started using the Helena Rubinstein dermatograph pencil. There were expensive cosmetics, few brands, but good ones and it seemed that some could be reached even if we were not rich. I think I'm pretty and I use everything I need in terms of cosmetics. But my mother was beautiful and her pictures seem taken from the movies of the 40s and 60s! Good luck!
beautiful story..beautiful and mommy 🙂
What a beautiful article. You did a wonderful thing by letting your mother share such memories with everyone. I remember my mother telling me such stories.