The dressing table isn’t about makeup. It’s about a moment.
A small, quiet pause before the world starts asking things of you.
Mine in reality isn’t glamorous. It’s cluttered, chaotic, and hiding at least three lip glosses I thought I forgot I had, covered in dust. This is where I arrive for the day.
Some mornings I’m focused. Efficient. Almost put together. Other mornings I stare at my reflection like Hagrid arise from my chest.
But this is where the reset happens. It’s where you think without trying to think. Where your brain gently sorts itself out while your hands are busy doing something simple.
Brush. Blend. Pause. Breathe. Tiny conversations happen here.
“ Liz let’s just get through today.”
“Liz you’re fine.”
There’s comfort in the routine. And in a world that rushes you out the door, this little space says… sit down first.
Even if all you leave with is slightly uneven eyeliner and a reluctant sense of readiness. Because sometimes that’s enough.
A dressing table isn’t about how you look when you leave it. It’s about who you become while you’re sitting there.
Now this one, well she is tidy and clean and looks amazing in my virtual space. Unlike my reality of chaos.
CREDITS
Aurellia dressing table from Chez Moi at the Equal10 Event
Isabelle Cheren 