BEAUTY NOTES.

Auckland Star, Volume LVII, Issue 252, 23 October 1926, Page 26

BEAUTY NOTES.

(BY A PARIS BEAUTY SPECIALIST). It's queer how much of our lives depends on trifles, and how sometimes the turn of a conversation will give an inspiration that means much. A chance experience of Jeanne's —she is my helper in my beauty shop, you know—haa given mc another idea. Said Jeanne, "I helped one woman on the road to slim hips to-day. If she doesn't have them now, it won't be my fault." She asked mc if I thought she could wear an over-blouse she liked. It was dark red, with a round neckline, just the wrong kind for her, and it was slightly gathered into a band that went round the hips like mine,—again the wrong kind for her figure. "And you told her what?" I asked. "I told her red was not her colour, because her eyes were too pale, and never to attempt anything with a deep band at the lower waistline, until she had grown at least three inches slimmer in the hips," answered the truthful Jeanne.

This was when my inspiration came to mc, and it continued to grow as Jenne talked. "You see," I told the fat lady, that I am your assistant beauty-specialist," Jeanne said. "She immediately became as amiable as a lamb, and asked mc what she could do to reduce her hips." Jeanne put her hands on her hip's, and started swinging one leg up aa far to the front as she could, then out to the side, as far as possible, and then as far back as she could.

"I gave her this old faithful legswinging exercise," she said. "I know the good woman will be panting for breath until she grows accustomed to it. I told her 6ix times to the front with each leg, six times to the side, and six back."

"You might have added, that when she feels more dead than alive from the

unaccustomed fatigue, she could lie on her back on the bed, and cycle, as if she were riding a bicycle, up-side down," I told Jeanne. Jeanne's readiness to help, and her enthusiasm .to do anything that tends to bring more that's harmonious and beautiful before, the eyes, is always pleasing to mc. It brought mc back , to my inspiration. "Jeanne," I said, "What do you think of oar imparting a bit of our French knowledge of clothes, to our foreign clients who need it? Now, I may be prejudiced, but I believe our chic Parisiennes owe their world-famed success in dressing to their knowledge of playing up to their own particular, parts." Just here, a "victim," in the guise of a 'client, came in. It was little Mrs. Martin, "Ah-ah,** I thought to myself, "here is the chance for Mademoiselle Musette, (myself) to give a bit of tactful and well-timed advice. - . > .Her neck is beginning to show.those long lines from the.ears down—and how she dreads it!. She begs mc to iron them out! I comb her hair straight back, so it won't be in the way, and do all I can for the poor dear. I tell her to relax, and think of something at all, or nothing at all, and then I proceed like this: I stand behind herf and, starting at her temples, I push* my finger-tips together at the middle of her forehead; and then, t rub them with *.*oft massaging movement straight back over the top of her head to the base of her neck. From here they separate, and go round'to the front of her. throat, and then to the. base of her neck in front. This 1, do 'for a long, time, and-she follows it up with an olive treatment before she goes to bed at night. I taught'her to do it this way: , Dipping three fingers of her right hand in olive oil, she massages the left side of her neck with. • rotary motion,