Some late night thoughts 💭

  

As I drove to a bridal makeup this evening I thought about how different it used to feel driving to a nightshift at the hospital. The dread, fear and anxiety just aren’t there anymore. A whole year (and a smidge) on, I really don’t miss my midwifery career. I think I thought I would…but I don’t. The only part I miss is that very specific relationship you build with a woman as her midwife. 

Working on labour ward, I’d rarely met the women in my care before their admission and suddenly they needed to trust me completely to care for them during one of the biggest events of their life. The need to build that rapport and relationship quickly was vital and something really quite special. 

You know what though? I think I’ve found it again. Bridal trials. Yes, bridal makeup trials. Now, I know that sounds bizarre but hear me out. A woman’s wedding day is HUGE. It’s a day she’ll never forget. A day there’ll be pictures of forever….and she’s trusting me with her face! I’m not saying delivering somebody’s baby is the same as painting their face…but also it kind of is!

One of my first brides last year commented on a post of mine after we had her makeup trial:

“You walked into my house as a makeup artist and left as a friend.”

There it is - that bond, that trust, that relationship. We’re not always good at recognising our own strengths, but actually, I know that I have a skill there and am so happy that I still get to use it as an MUA.

Clare xx