MEAGHAN SMITH PERSONAL STYLIST

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I’ve been going to the races since I was a little girl.  My mum & dad would take me and my two sisters to the Melbourne Cup every year.  It was a big family outing to the city from where we lived in what was then, the country.  As a little girl, holding my mum or dads hand wandering through the crowds, the races were a visual feast for my little eyes.  We’d stand outside the Members Enclosure and peer in at the glamorously dressed ladies, marvel at the big beautiful colored roses and we’d find very entertaining the jokers dressed as superheroes or in cleverly designed outfits made out of beer cans.

It was this introduction by my parents, as a little girl, that fueled my love and fascination for racing and a racing social event, today.  I’m quite the seasoned racegoer now, but as a young woman in my twenties, beyond excited by a day at the races with my friends, I learnt the hard way.  I left home looking lady-like and came home red as a beetroot, shoes in hand, with the early on-set of a monstrous champagne headache.   Not a good look.  So I thought, after years of experience I’d pass on the things that I’ve learnt about surviving the races in style.

• You don’t need to dress traditionally.  You don’t need to wear a hat.  You should, however, try and dress so that you feel comfortable, chic and stylish – not exposing too much flesh and not like you’re going clubbing or the beach.  Remember it’s an event held during the day, so the dress is day wear, not evening wear.

• Don’t carry an enormous handbag.  Carry a small clutch or wear a small shoulder bag.   It’s more elegant than lugging around your big every day, carry all sack.

• Don’t overdo the fake tan. Remember the aim is for you to look naturally tanned, not resembling a mandarin.

• Carry lipstick, band-aids, painkillers and a couple of safety pins….just in case.

• Don’t wear shoes that haven’t been worn in – even if it’s just around the house while you do the housework.

• Don’t wear brand new, never worn shoes.  You’ll last an hour and you’ll want to go home.  If you don’t love or are inexperienced in wearing high heels, opt for a wedge – particularly if it’s raining.  The heel won’t sink into the grass and they’re much more comfortable than a stiletto if you’re on your feet all day.  Consider wearing gel cushions in your shoes and maybe even carrying a little pair of fold up ballet slippers  in your bag for the trip home.  DO NOT LEAVE THE RACECOURSE CARRYING YOUR SHOES AND WEARING NOTHING ON YOUR FEET.

• Wear shapewear so you don’t need to suck in your tummy all day.

• Slather on the sunscreen.  You don’t want to have to back up on Oaks Day, after Cup Day, with a sunglasses mark on your face.

• Take something to throw over your shoulders (a trench, pashmina or Nana’s fur cape)…..just in case it gets cool…..& put them in the cloak room.  Don’t forget to collect them at the end of the day.

• Have a very big breakfast and then don’t forget to eat during the day.

• Don’t have your first glass of bubbles til at least midday and alternate each glass with a glass of water.   It might seem like a great idea at the time to make the most of the free flowing drinks, but nobody wants to open the Herald Sun the next day and see a photo of themselves looking like this…..

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I’ve never once looked in the mirror and thought, “Gee I’ve got good hair”.   In fact quite the opposite.  It’s thin, frizzy, lifeless, and I have a cowlick in the front which makes it difficult to control the fringe.  Through the years I’ve tried many different colors and styles, trying to come up with something I was happy with.  It wasn’t until I found my current hairstylist that I finally started to learn how to wear it so that I was comfortable with how it looked.

When I look through past photos of me and my various hairstyles, (after I cringe) I can recall exactly where I was in my life and how I was feeling at the time. I got a perm when I was in high school because it was the “cool” thing at the time – and of course I wanted to be accepted and liked, so I followed the crowd.  I cut all my hair off when I had a relationship breakup – to start afresh and to tell the world I was grown up and didn’t give a damn if “boys don’t like girls with short hair”.  The blonde streaks were (the nineties) when I was struggling with insecurity and identity – trying to be somebody I wasn’t.

Aside from the few sprouting greys and the constant battle to make it look thicker than it is, today I feel pretty content with my hair.  I’m comfortable that it represents me and who I am. It’s pretty close to the natural color, I try to work with it, rather than against it, I purposely spend less time with the blow dryer and I comfortably feel that I don’t need to conform to a style or a look for anyone else.

What does your hair say about you?

In the same way that your clothes and your style represent who you are, the cut, the style, the condition and the color of your hair can tell a story about you without you even opening your mouth. Your hairstyle can reveal a lot about your personality.  Your hair could be saying….

• I don’t like change
• I couldn’t care less what you think
• I’m petrified of ageing and desperately trying to hold on to my youth
• Life is a bit out of control at the moment
• I’m easy going, playful, adventurous and fun
• I’m not really sure how I want to look
• I can’t be bothered
• I’m comfortable with my age
• I’m in control
• I’m self conscious and insecure
• I don’t make time for myself/I’m not a priority/The way I look is not a priority
• I’m a nonconformist/I’m rebellious

Is that what you want it to say?

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My strongest and fondest memories of my Nana Smith, my Dad’s mum, are her beautiful garden where she’d take us exploring to pick flowers, her lovely thick wavy hair and her big brown eyes, how she played cricket with us in her backyard – with a homemade cricket bat, the way she boiled water for our baths, given that her and Pop didn’t have hot water in their home, how she chatted to her daily visiting magpie, who wandered in her always open back door, the Nestle Coffee & Milk she would make us for breakfast, along with toast cooked against the open fire, after a sleep over, her made with love knitted cardigans and jumpers and her love for the Geelong Football Club.

It was my Nan, after growing up in Winchelsea near Geelong and supporting The Cats herself as a young girl, who passed on and instilled in us a love of football and of her beloved team.  Even before I was born she’d knitted me a navy blue and white striped football jumper.

Each Saturday she would listen on her little transistor, until the game got close and she would turn it off and go out for a walk around the backyard.  Her nerves would get the better of her.  And after the games, Nan would cut snippets and posters out of her local paper about the players and their performance and send them to my sisters and I to read and stick on our bedroom walls.

When new people come into my life, it often takes them a little while to understand my fascination with football.  Why is such a girly girl, obsessed with all things fashion and beauty, so passionate about a football team? You see for me, it’s so much more than the actual game of football.  It’s about the connection I have to my family.  A special bond I’ll always have with my Nan, my Dad, my sisters and my nieces.  I savour the precious moments and the memories we now have together, of our time spent at the football.  Last Saturday we all met at Southgate for breakfast, after which we caught a water taxi down the Yarra River to the MCG.  We cheered together, we sang the song together and afterwards we celebrated together.   It was the perfect day.

My advice is that if you can find something that connects you with your family, whether it is a love of camping, sport or food, you’ll be very fortunate indeed. You’ll have something that will bind you together forever.

When my Nan passed away, at her funeral we put a Cats scarf on her coffin and played the Geelong theme song as she was carried out of her little church in Trentham.  The Cats meant the world to her.  I still think of my Nan when the Cats win today. The saddest thing about Geelong winning the recent premierships is that our Nan isn’t here to experience it with us.   She would have been so proud.  She would have cut out the posters and stories about the players and sent them to us in the mail like she did when we were little girls.

**NB: Take lots of photos of your loved ones.  When I went looking for a photo of my Nan this was all I could find.  At least I know it was taken on probably one of the happiest days of her life – her only child, her son’s wedding day.

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 I received an S.O.S text message from a girlfriend this morning.

“Help!!!  I bought a dress online.  Black chiffon with a ¾ sleeve with lace and just a sack on me.  I did all the measurements and it fits but it is the wrong style for me. I am ashamed to say that it was very expensive”

Immediately I called her because I knew the dress she was talking about was for a function she was going to tomorrow and I knew she had taken my advice and shopped online. So I felt some responsibility.  When I spoke to her she said she’d done everything I’d told her to do.

• Taken her measurements to make sure it would fit
• Enquired about the return policy
• Asked questions about the fit
• Checked how long delivery would take
• Made sure the dress was her style
• Asked herself whether she’d be able to wear it in different ways and therefore be able to wear it on several occasions

She did everything I told her to do, BUT it soon became apparent during our chat, that she had neglected to ask herself (possibly the biggest and most important question)

“Will this dress flatter my shape?”

When the dress arrived, promptly and conveniently to her doorstep and she excitedly tried it on, the answer was no.  The dress did not flatter her shape.  In fact it did the opposite.  It made her appear bigger and boobier, than she is.  She “looked like a sack of potatoes”.  The fact is, she actually has a very voluptuous, womanly figure that would look amazing dressed in the right style and fabric.  But a dress like the one she had purchased made her look completely shapeless. Her boobs were squashed, making them look larger than they are, her neck looked short and her face looked chubby.  Worse still was the dress was over $300. This is a lot of money for her. Like most of us, she can’t afford to make costly shopping mistakes.

She’d finally taken my advice and bought something online and it hadn’t worked out. Certainly I felt a little bit bad that I’d encouraged her to dabble in online shopping and on this occasion it hadn’t worked out, but I reminded her that the most important thing when shopping in stores, online and even in your own wardrobe, if you want to find something to wear that makes you look and feel great, is to wear something that flatters your particular body shape

Fortunately, after she emailed me a photo of herself wearing the dress, I was able to give her a few ideas, (with the use of some cleverly placed accessories and a suitably shaped jacket) as to how she could make the dress work for her so she could wear it tomorrow.  But I was very quick to remind her that if she didn’t want to continue to waste her money on bad buys, she needed to learn and understand the styles that suited her body shape best.  Then she needed to get into the habit of assessing every part of the garment, until it became second nature and she knew immediately as soon as she put something on whether it was right or wrong for her.  Otherwise, she was going to have a huge wardrobe full of clothes that cost her a lot of money and that didn’t make her feel good about herself.

Ask yourself, are the clothes in your wardrobe making you look like the voluptuous, curvaceous, attractive woman that you are or are they making you look like a frumpy, shapeless sack of potatoes?

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