Liz Jones writes:
I think the reason I never had children was because I worried (quite seriously) about how on earth I could retouch my eyes and lips during the chaos of labour. (…)
I probably look like a clown, but even a clown is better than just me, unadorned and exposed.
To be honest, I haven’t cared much when people have commented on my addiction to make-up (a male friend once told me he had always found me ‘oddly brown’).
I have embraced new technology: I had my eyebrows, which never quite recovered from the shock of being plucked into a Sarah Moon/Marisa Berenson arch, permanently tattooed. (This was for a hospital stay when I knew I would not be well enough to draw in the gaps the next day.)