It was segregated as some of the sisters wore niqab, which was really nice and meant that I could wear a nice outfit and some make-up.
I got my neighbour and her friend to do my my own, my mums and my mother-in-laws make-up. Most of the make-up on the table below is mine despite the fact I hardly ever wear much apart from kohl and the odd slick of lipstick on a day when I need a little pick-me-up.
The make up artists were great fun, we laughed and joked and they chased my nosy boys out until I let them play on the computer, so that they would leave us alone.
They did an amazing job, my mum looked so pretty and mum-in-laws cheekbones stood out making her look regal. I got so many compliments, including one from an Aunt who I thought would be the last person to say something nice.
There was also the obligatory cheeky comment from Gorgeous who told me my face looked clean and not a bit spotty and that I should look like that all the time.... :/ (I don't have spots!)
It felt quite nice to treat myself.
