Triona McCarthy: Hello Kitty
Check out the cat-eye look for feline fun. According to our purrfect puddy tat, Triona McCarthy, it’s a cute look that’s surprisingly easy to achieve
I’m feeling all feline this week. I purchased a pair of Prada’s purrfect cat-eye sunglasses and a leopard-print pair of Jimmy Choo shoes, and now my new additions are influencing my beauty routine, too. Kate Moss always pulls off the smoky, cat-eye look, but in today’s photograph I’m doing a more traditional, pared-down version, which is decidedly more versatile, too.
It’s a cute look, paired with the season's lust-have leopard prints, as seen on the runways of Sonia Rykiel and Moschino. Here’s the necessary products. Liquid eyeliner is up first. My favourites include Shiseido Fine Eyeliner, left, €26, YSL Easy Liner, €24, and Rimmel’s Professional Liquid Eyeliner, left, €7. Before you break out the eyeliner, prep your eyelids with an eyeshadow primer, such as my favourite, Urban Decay’s Eyeshadow Primer Potion in Champagne Shimmer, €18. This helps to keep liquid eyeliner from smearing or from fading too fast.
If you have trouble applying liquid liner, then draw your cat’s eye with a pencil eyeliner, then trace over it with liquid. As for the rest of the face, you should opt for polished skin and an understated, nude lip to keep the emphasis on the eyes, or alternatively, go for classic red, like I have in my picture. Right now, I’m loving Trish McEvoy’s Instant Pick-Me-Up Lips Shimmer, a lip tint, right, €27. The most perfect shimmery pink, it goes on glossy, then it becomes a long-wearing stain.
Looking a million bucks shouldn’t cost a fortune. One of my money-saving solutions is not to skimp on a quality foundation, but, instead, to skimp on where you apply it. Only dot it on your cheeks, chin and nose, and then blend any extra up to your hairline. Foundation on the forehead just creases and cakes. That’s if you’re not Botoxed, of course.
Healing with Tea
It’s my mum Margaret’s birthday today — that’s her pictured, left. It’s been a tough year for Mum, losing her daughter, Tricia, and moving back to Schull to pick up the pieces, but we’re fighters, and we’re healing with lots of cups of tea. So this poem by Dennis O'Driscoll is for my mum, on her birthday.
Calling the Kettle No matter what news breaks, It's impossible to think straight Until the kettle has boiled. The kettle with its metal back Strong enough to take the strain, Shoulders broad enough to cry on; Plump as the old grandmother In her woollen layers of skirts Who is beyond surprise or shock, Who knows the value of allowing tears to flow, of letting off steam, of wetting the tea and, Her hand patting your cheek, Insisting — as she prevails on you to sit and drink — that things could have been much worse.
I’ll never be a green goddess like Gwyneth Paltrow, right. Recently my lil sis Laura — the lean, mean, fat-fighting machine — took me to a Bikram Yoga class. Well, I made a holy show of myself.
I had been really cocky on the way in, showing off to the teacher, but afterwards I was so morto about myself — I was the fattest, most ungainly person in the room — that I thought telling him I’d had twins a few weeks earlier would make him take pity on me. “More like Octomum,” is what Laura muttered.
So I’ll stick to my own version of green goddessing, with the Green Angel Pure Indulgence Body Soft Gift Set, €29.95. Comprising of three of Green Angel’s hero products — Seaweed Body Lotion with camomile and neroli; Lavender Soap with organic palm and coconut oil; and Seaweed Hand Cream with neroli, Lavender and vitamin E — they’re just dynamite if you want peachy, perfect skin. Bought individually, the products cost €41. www.greenangel.com
Oooh! I like to make sparks fly wherever I go, so I’m McLovin’ this season’s lust-have limited-edition, The Sparkler in Boudoir Pink, right, €19.95, from the Body Shop. The gorgeous, boudoir-style bottle full of iridescent sparkle-dust makes me feel like a Fifties’ movie star.
You just point the nozzle anywhere on your face or your body to release a burst of pearls and glitter, so that you can sparkle from head to toe. It makes me light up like a Christmas Tree-na!
Triona's most wanted
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad, Buy all of the things I never had, I wanna be on the cover of ‘Forbes’ magazine, Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen . . . Loving Travie McCoy’s Billionaire at the mo’, and I was singing it to myself as I wandered through the Brown Thomas Marvel Room at its store on Grafton Street in Dublin.
The Marvel Room is filled with exquisite objects of desire, from design houses such as YSL, Hermes, Tom Ford, Prada, Cartier, Mulberry, Louis Vuitton, Anya Hindmarch and Lulu Guinness. But it’s not all billionaire-budget stuff — there are goodies from €10, such as the YSL colouring books. I just had to buy the Fairy Tale Coffrets, below, €60, made by luxury French candlemakers Cire Trudon.
They contain an illustrated fairy-tale, a fragranced candle and a 15 ml room spray, all inspired by Jack and The Beanstalk. This is perfect for my naughty niece, Lucy. The idea is, as you read the story, you light the candle and use the room spray at key points. It smells of freshly picked beans, green and earthy.