Now I don’t say this to make you cry but I have never had a dressing table. I have always done my make-up standing up in front of the nearest mirror. But they are pieces of furniture are still so aspirational – perhaps it’s the sign that a girl has grown into a woman? I remember very clearly my Grandmother’s kidney-shaped dressing table. At 6 o’clock every evening she would go upstairs to close all the curtains then sit at her dressing table to apply a fresh coat of lipstick before coming back downstairs and pouring a large pink Gin (the first of two) and listening to The Archers.
My mother also has a dressing table. She sits at it every evening to remove her make-up and apply her moisturiser. Way back in the year 2000 when The Mad Husband and I were on our honeymoon, we spent a night in The Hotel Bristol in Genoa. It was proper posh. The room was bigger than our flat and there was an antique dressing table in front of the window. I immediately unpacked the contents of my make-up bag and sat down. And stabbed myself in the eye with my mascara.
Years of applying my face standing up have rendered me incapable of sitting down. It’s also partly eyesight – without my glasses I need to lean in pretty close and if there’s a table in the way I’ve got no chance of getting it all blended and flicked and properly applied.
However, I still see a surprising number of clients who want a dressing table. And I love the idea. Not only does it bring a sense of occasion to the everyday action of getting ready to face the day or go out in the evening but it also gives you somewhere to put everything (the bathroom since you ask) and so I when I found this I thought you might like it. It’s 114cm wide and 58cm deep and there’s a small shelf below the mirror and above the table for extra storage. If I wouldn’t render myself blind by having it I could be tempted.
It’s on sale at Urban Outfitters for £266