Today I shall be transforming a father’s daughter into a stunning, glowing bride. I will place her dupatta upon her head with great respect and honour the fact that I am the one she has chosen to beautify her in this memorable occasion. I gather my boxes of goodies and make way to the freshly painted green door. I am instantly inspired by the decorated mehndi plates with burnt out candles and gold, blue, red, green glitter and tinsel relaxing on the door step… She smiles and welcomes me in.
As I enter, the heat of excitement and music filled air hits me. As we enter her bedroom, filled with memories of her childhood and a quiet stillness, I begin to set up my equipment. Foundations? check, Eyeshadow palettes? check, Hair tools? check, my special added treatments? check. I placed the chair in front of the mirror ready for my bride to take her seat. Whilst preparing my brushes for perfect application I could see from the corner of my eye that she was taking one last long look at her self in the reflection. Maybe attempting to capture her last few moments as girl and mentally preparing herself for the next step in her life in becoming a woman, as her mother had always said.
I begin to part her hair, brushing the back section towards me and tying to create a foundation for this large but simply elegant bun to later support her respected diamonte studded dupatta. I stubbornly backcomb the front section, constantly spraying countless amounts of hair spray and smoothing all stray hairs with wax. Once the bun was recreated and the delicate swirls of loose hair framed her face with some pined beautifully back, my eyes began searching for the hair jewellery.
As the sun shone through the window the jewellery glimmered as it was laid so perfectly across the bed. I placed the tikkah in position and pinned it appropriately with a tiny bit of glue to secure it in place. My bride coyly looked in the mirror, a short but very pleased smile appeared, she was happy. The sweet smelling jasmine filled the air as I pinned it into the bun, placing diamonte topped pins to shine through the netted dupatta.
Sweeping a gentle cleanser across my brides face, toner then adding moisture back to her supple young skin. I begin my work as I transform this girl into a stunning bride. Priming her eyelids to begin with then washing her lids with many different colours, sweeping over different bridal colours and using skills of contouring to enhance my brides natural features. The thick black gel liner glides across her lash line out to form the perfect flick, whilst the glue awaits to be applied to the false lashes. Curling my brides natural lashes with a few sweeps of mascara, then lining up the false with the real to blend harmoniously. Soft emerald green glitter is smudged under the lower lash line, smoking out her hazel coloured eyes and filling in her sharply threaded eyebrows with a light brown to frame her face.
Blending and blotting the foundation all over her face, using different tones to contour and highlight, I create the perfect base. Setting it with soft powders and concealing all but few marks. Adding a little more contouring to shape my brides face I ask her to smile to fill the apple of her cheeks with a warm and deep plum blush. With silver hints of highlighter on the tops of her cheeks shimmering when it hits the light. Lips lined and plumped with a deep red matching of her Bridal Lengha. Completing her look with her large yet royal designed earrings, 3 necklaces, glass bangles and hand jewellery.
As she stood facing the mirror all left to do was place the dupatta upon her head. My bride was ready, she once again glanced at the reflection in the mirror, a woman she didn’t recognise but smiled back at her with reassurance. Her mother entered the room filling the atmosphere with more emotional prayers and childhood feelings. Tears flowed but no makeup was ruined, all was ready and my bride was escorted by her brothers down to the living room for memories of future generations to see captured memories of this day. Her mother thanked me as I gathered my prized possessions and made my way down the stairs. Whilst walking past the camera flash filled room my bride caught my eye and mouthed ‘Thank You’. A feeling which I am unable to describe but left an overwhelming feeling with in me. As I left the house and began to pack my car I turned to see the colourfully lit home and witnessed a father bidding fair well to his much loved daughter.
Be My Bride.