The tweets went down something like this:
@stylingyou keen for a mid-week play?
@woogsworld for shiz
She’s easy, that Mrs Woog.
So, I organised children/family/husband to cope with my absence, Mrs Woog organised her’s and next thing you know it, we’re rendezvousing over a sauvie and sashimi salad at Jackie’s Cafe in Paddington with the Maxted Thomas girls. The MT girls are gorgeous AND they have a hotline to Benefit boutique around the corner and Brad Ngata hair salon in Surry Hills … which comes in VERY handy when the very next morning you have to enter a room filled with stunning beauty editors.
I’ve raved about Benefit at Paddington before but you’re going to have to put up with some more. The Benebabes here all rock but special call out must go to Bianca (the brow guru) and Tiffany (she just knows what product I NEED next even before I do). My brows get the wax, shape and tint treatment. I love how quick and easy it is to get a perfect frame for your face while LUSTING over the gorgeous product displays. I’m seriously a marketers’ dream. It all looks so pretty … and so, well, essential.
Next thing I know, Mrs Woog has her fingers in her mouth whistling for a cab and we are hot-footing it for a date with Brad Ngata’s blow dry king, Remington, at the very quirky Surry Hills salon (it’s in an old terrace house with lots of cool little room as a relaxed vibe). Remington is tasked with taking my hair from flat to fab … but so it still looks good in the morning. A wash, blow-dry, lots of mousse and spray and a whirl of the ghds (check out the video … for tips. Apparently getting great curls is all about the hip shake) and I’m done.
Here’s the finished product … it’s meant to be a bit Shirley Temple because then it will be perfect for the next day. And it is. And the day after. I may never wash my hair.
Ok, so where were we?
Makeup and brows. Check.
Hair looking fab. Check.
There’s clearly only one thing left to do. Crack open the champers.
And this is where Mrs Woog doesn’t play fair. She takes me to the Opera Bar on the Harbour and then asks me a very personal question (no, not the one about where I would like to get a tattoo) …
Ahhh, Mrs Woog, that’s SO not playing fair.