I think the term is “while I was fixing my hair” in the ladies toilet I was joined by a lady who stood next to me “to fix her make up”. Henna on her arms she proceeded to also fix a spot that was emerging on her chin. I was going to offer Weleda skincare advice, as well as sharing my products, although thought twice due to the potential language barrier and didn’t want to interrupt what was clearly a pleasurable eruption.
Spot suitably administered, lipstick of the deepest red matching the blackest of black mascara, her natural beauty framed by perfect application.
She then proceeded to cover her full head of sumptuous hair, cascading over her shoulders, with a habib, and her hennaed arms, only her piercing eyes visible to the outside world
As I left I pondered how in different degrees we all hide beautiful aspects of ourselves in our own way from prying eyes. How we fix ourselves for our own pleasure, not for admiration from others, how I celebrate my femininity as a woman by wearing beautiful underwear, and no, it wasn’t the brightest of red on this occasion.
1 coffee Dubai Airport = 1 night stay for 2 in Delhi
In an attempt to lean well and truly into the 7 hour stopover in Dubai, not just to stay awake, to use the time productively, I treated myself to coffee, not realising it would possibly be THE most pricey brew of my life.
After rattling through emails in a very focussed fashion, that coffee certainly packed a punch, I remembered there might be a chance of my silver membership in the Emirates lounge still being valid.
I would say normal service was resumed although it's not normal. In the surreal world of international travel, the white clean lines, immaculate tables and pleasant staff I feel as if I'm in one of those many films watched over the years, sci fi made real.
Or is that just the coffee infused jet lag kicking in.
Nothing to Declare, are you sure?
Nearly made it through security. Lip balms, hand cream, toothpaste, all Weleda of course, in the little clear bag. And then, a hold up. Called forward. “Is this your bag Madam”. I’d forgotten my Citrus Deodrant Spray, my alternative to hand sanitiser.
Shoes back on and body scan complete, rushed to make team training webinar once through security. Found a corner spot in departure lounge and got all inspired about organising events to show our Christmas kit off and introducing people to the new Autumn/Winter catalogue. Feels a tad strange considering it’s going to be 40’ in Jaisalmer. Yet such beautiful stories of where the raw products are grown biodynamically across the world and all the awards Weleda have achieved for sustainable supply chains. One of the main reasons I’m proud to be a Wellbeing Advisor.
Training complete, through to the wonderful world of smelly stuff and expensive purses, Gucci to the left of me, Clarins to the right, beaming with Weleda glow I sale straight through to the gate.
One thing I love about travelling is seeing all the many faces of the countries we come from, all the different ages of humankind yet to know how similar we all are. No wonder children were getting hysterical, it was surely passed everyone’s bed time by the time we d had late supper on the flight.