How can we answer this question?  Everyone is beautiful in their own way and everyone perceives beauty in others differently.  I think it’s important to feel beautiful and my services are geared to help you feel beautiful every day.

Colour is the quickest way to transform your look, and how you feel. I can certainly assure you that wearing the right colours for you will ensure you reflect your personal beauty to look radiant, youthful and confident.

I recently came across this poem, along with the picture. It sums up the lives of many busy women, particularly mothers, who’ve reached their more mature years and don’t always realise they ARE beautiful.

She was Beautiful…

… but she didn’t know what that meant.

When she was a little girl
they told her she was beautiful
but it had no meaning
in her world of bicycles
and pigtails
and adventures in make-believe.

Later, she hoped she was beautiful
as boys started taking notice
of her friends
and phones rang for
Saturday night dates.

She felt beautiful on her wedding day,
hopeful with her
new life partner by her side
but, later,
when her children called
her beautiful,
she was often exhausted,
her hair messily tied back,
no make-up,
wide in the waist
where it used to be narrow;
she just couldn’t take it in.

Over the years, as she tried,
in fits and starts,
to look beautiful,
she found other things
to take priority,
like bills
and meals,
as she and her life partner
worked hard
to make a family,
to make ends meet,
to make children into adults,
to make a life.

she sat.


Her children grown,
her partner flown,
and she couldn’t remember
the last time
she was called beautiful.

But she was.

It was in every line on her face,
in the strength of her arthritic hands,
the ampleness that had
a million hugs imprinted
on its very skin,
and in the jiggly thighs and
thickened ankles
that had run her race for her.

She had lived her life with a loving
and generous heart,
had wrapped her arms
around so many to
to give them comfort and peace.
Her ears had
heard both terrible news
and lovely songs,
and her eyes
had brimmed with,
oh, so many tears,
they were now bright
even as they dimmed.

She had lived and she was.
And because she was,
she was made beautiful.

– Suzanne Reynolds, © 2019
Photo credit: Nina Djerff
Model: Marit Rannveig Haslestad