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Princess Mary’s beauty secrets

Woman’s Day beauty editor Mary Zavaglia headed to Denmark to interview ‘facialist to the stars’ Ole Henriksen, the LA-based Dane who advises Mary on skincare, and Soren Hedegaard, the Princess’s personal make-up artist.

Ole Henriksen is the man responsible for Princess Mary’s healthy, glowing complexion.

His products are delivered to the Palace, and when Ole is in Denmark for his numerous TV appearances he is invited there to meet with the Princess. Now he shares his special skincare tips with us …

What do you love most about Princess Mary?

I love her natural beauty, and that is what all Danes love about her. They are into a natural look, more so than other parts of the world.

For example, Princess Mary invited me to lunch ? and she greeted me totally free of make-up, totally groomed, perfectly shaped eyebrows, stunning eyes, beautiful skin, gorgeous, freshly shampooed hair that moves … Everything was about romance and naturalness.

Her body language was very feminine ? the way she draped her body on the sofa. She always has eye contact and she spoke only in Danish ? fluently, with no ifs or buts. She speaks beautifully, and you sense she cares about people in her path. The staff love her, too.

When I walked around the Palace with Princess Mary, she wore high heels and was dressed in a beautiful velvet tuxedo. With her fashion sense and her perfect figure, she is the Danish fashion ambassador.

How often do you go to the Palace?

I can’t really divulge too much, but I am invited soon as Princess Mary wants to say thank you for the way her skin looks. She has told me that she has never received so many compliments on her complexion.

You must be proud that her skin looks so good …

When I have a happy customer, whether it is her or anyone else, I feel fantastic. But I also believe Princess Mary has a glowing complexion because she is in love!

Ole, what are your skincare principles?

Keep it simple ? less is more. I advise my clients to use products with high concentrations of antioxidants and natural active ingredients, which results in firmer, smoother, even-pigmented skin.

I also believe in stimulating the skin with refreshing water, rinseable cleansers and scrubs. Lastly, use a daily moisturiser and eye cream.

And what are your top five products?

  1. Ole Henriksen Pure Perfection Anti-Aging Creme, 57g, $99.

  2. Ole Henriksen Truth Serum Collagen Booster, 30ml, $82.

  3. Ole Henriksen Invigorating Night Gel ? Firming Treatment, $69.

  4. Ole Henriksen Sheer Transformation ? Renewing Creme, $58.

  5. Ole Henriksen Ultimate Lift Eye Gel, $85.

Tell us about your book, which has just come out in Denmark.

It is about living in the moment and how to stay in touch with your senses. I cover the topics of wellness, including diet, exercise and keeping your life simple. This is my first book and I am happy to say it will be translated into English and next launched in Australia.

You travel a lot. Any travel tips for us?

Yes. I always bring my own food on board ? I think plane food drags you down and makes you feel tired. I slather my hands with hand cream that has a rosemary aroma, which is very uplifting. I also use my Blackcurrant Complexion Oil, which gives skin a beautiful gloss. And my Fresh Lips is a must-have. It stops chapping and drying of the lips.

Would you consider doing a kids’ range?

Definitely. Parents ask, “What can I use from your range for my children?” I suggest the Clarifying Body Wash, as it is 100 percent soft and soothing ? and my Lavender Body Oil, which can be used on rashes.

Have you bought a gift for Prince Christian?

Yes, I have bought a fun swimsuit and of course I will bring the Princess a copy of my book!

Is Mary in your book?

No, I did not take such a liberty as to ask her. I respect her desire for privacy. But she is a very available person with a great memory of places and people.

Who would have thought? She met this guy and a few years later she’s a Princess. And this is the oldest monarchy in the world. She’s part of an amazing history.

When I met her last time, she was about to meet President Bush, but that’s just like another person. I mean, for her now, if it isn’t Queen Elizabeth, it’s President Bush or whoever!

Mary watch

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Over-plucked eyebrows

Question:

For eyebrows that have been over-plucked, what options are available to fix the problem other than tattooing?

Vivian Thai

Answer:

Investing in a great eyebrow kit which contains a powder and cream eye-shadow and a pencil is one solution. Laura Mercier has a great kit, which is available at David Jones. I would also suggest that you visit your Estée Lauder counter, where they have a special brow specialist who will be able to help you create the perfect brow shape for your face.

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Mounting dog

Question:

I have just adopted a nine-month-old Westie and we also have a two-year-old Maltese female. The Westie has just been desexed but will not stop mounting our female dog. How do I stop this as it’s really upsetting our little bitch?

Jenny

Answer:

The first thing to note here is this is not a sexual thing at all! It is dominance behaviour and the Westie is trying very hard to establish itself as the top dog in this doggy relationship (which it may well be, in a temperament sense). Usually in these cases the dogs will just work it out themselves. The Maltese will either tell her in canine body language that okay, you’re the boss and there’s no competition, the Westie will stop the mounting or there will be a power battle. I would suggest you only get involved if the Maltese is distressed or it escalates into aggression.

Dogs operate with a hierarchical pack mentality. The dog world is not a democracy — someone needs to be the boss! It sounds mean, but if you feed the Westie first and treat it as top dog you would have fewer problems, as everyone then knows where they stand. Otherwise, leave it to them to sort out. The puppy could just be being a bolshie brat and the Maltese may well get sick of it, run out of patience and put Westie in her place! Some obedience training for the Westie wouldn’t go astray to keep her under your control at least!

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Wedding joy

I have been brought up in a strict Italian Catholic family. My whole life has been organised from day one, including my arranged marriage.

When I was growing up I was always the one to miss out on fun activities with my friends and fellow students, as my father thought a young lady should be at home helping the family. I always had to make up excuses to my friends as to why I wasn’t allowed. They soon got the picture once we became older and realised my life at home wasn’t quite like theirs.

After I finished Year 12, my life went downhill. I was never allowed to see any of my school friends unless they came over to see me. If I wanted to go out, my older brother had to tag along and I still had to be home by 12am on the dot. I wasn’t even allowed to have a job. Just after my 21st birthday, I ‘met’ a young man by the name of Robert. My father introduced us. I always knew I would end up marrying him.

As I got to know Robert a little better, I realised that one of his best friends James was the guy I had loved throughout high school. We never went out because I wasn’t allowed. I know he felt the same way as I did towards him, but we both knew it was impossible for us to be together. James was a few years above me at school. All the girls loved him and he always had a new girlfriend. I was so jealous of them.

Robert and I were soon engaged, without one night to be spent together before the wedding day. The wedding organisation was fun and exciting — in a way I knew I would be out of my father’s arms. I was so happy when Robert asked James to be one of his groomsmen. I couldn’t wait to see him, just to rekindle that high school feeling I had for him. I had to keep it to myself, though.

James knew how I felt for him throughout high school and I presumed he felt the same way. I could tell by the way he would look at me now. Every time he would come over I would catch him checking me out and if we were to walk past each other he would always make that effort to touch me in the slightest way.

Two nights before my wedding, James came over to see Robert and me while we were renovating our house, putting the finishing touches in before our big day. The boys decided they were going to order pizzas and have a few drinks.

While Robert was out getting the drinks, James and I began talking about high school. He told me that he knew I loved him and he felt the same way. Before I knew it, he leant over and kissed me. I felt so guilty but at the same time so happy — this was my only opportunity without being forced by my family.

One thing led to another and we made love on the empty lounge room floor in front of the heater. I finally felt free. This was the only thing I had ever done without any of my family having anything to do with it. It only lasted about 20 minutes, but that 20 minutes I will never forget.

We both knew we had to keep it a secret. We didn’t even have to say anything. My wedding day came and went. Robert never suspected a thing.

I feel so guilty to this day but so happy at the same time knowing I finally did something on my own without asking permission or being told. My family would disown me and never talk to me again if they knew. That’s the best part, at times, although I will make sure they never, ever find out.

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Cowlicks

Question:

I have wavy hair with a huge cowlick at the front. I desperately want a fringe but know that’s fairly impossible for people with cowlicks. Is there any fringe I can get apart from longish bits framing my face?

Abbie

Answer:

Unfortunately, no. If your cowlick wasn’t as strong you could get away with a heavy fringe but in your case you would be constantly fighting with your hair. The best cut would be a low side part with a sweeping side fringe. This is very flattering for most face shapes and hair textures.

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Skin allergies in dogs

Question:

What do I do when my dog has skin problems?

Answer:

To soothe skin allergies in dogs, take some tea tree oil (about a tablespoon), add it to one bucket of warm water and bath the dog with the oil and warm water. Repeat in a week and the results are outstanding.

Emily Hobden

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Cheque mate!

I had known David for years; not well, but well enough to know a lot about him and his lifestyle. He was a man I could not respect, a well-heeled, very social, party-loving type. Good looking and free living, he was very popular. He had an established professional career, an income to die for and was very generous with his money; indeed, he splashed it around as if there was no tomorrow.

An inveterate womaniser, he was particularly generous towards his succession of girlfriends. Over the years I’d known some of these women, as we were all in the same loose social network. To all of them he had been free with expensive gifts, sometimes spending thousands of dollars on presents, holidays, restaurants and hotels for his favourites. Most people thought him a good fellow, liked him in his own right, but liked him even more because of his openness with his wallet.

David made no secret of the fact that he was divorced and had three children, but, unlike the others, I knew his ex-wife Liz. We had done our nursing training together and remained good friends, though we didn’t live in each other’s pockets. David himself was unaware of my friendship with Liz and I made sure to keep it that way.

My problem with David was that I knew for a fact that he was mean and ungenerous towards Liz and the children. He was forever behind with his maintenance payments, baulked at paying the children’s school fees, never took them away for holidays and thought he was a jolly good fellow for remembering their birthdays.

The unfairness of it all enraged me. Liz worked hard and long as a nurse to keep her family going and meanwhile this irresponsible man lavished his money on a succession of women and a fast lane lifestyle.

The day came when I needed to consult David in his professional capacity. It went against the grain to be the means of contributing to his income, but I knew no-one else in the field and the matter was a minor, one-off issue.

We faced each other across his desk. Our business concluded, he named his fee and requested a cheque there and then. Fair enough. I wrote out the cheque in good faith; at the same time he printed out and signed my receipt. I handed him the cheque and he placed it on top of the litter of papers on his untidy desk. He was distracted by a phone call and when he had finished he picked up the receipt, the papers dealing with my business and my cheque and handed them all back to me without checking them.

I saw his mistake and should have said something immediately — with anyone else I would have. I have never been a dishonest person. But this time I didn’t. Something inside me made me take advantage of this unlooked for opportunity to mete out some natural justice. I took the cheque home, tore it up and kept his signed receipt.

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Book reviews June 2005

Call Me Elizabeth, Wife, Mother, Escort – A True Story

by Dawn Annandale (Time Warner $29.95)

When Dawn Annandale’s marriage falls apart she is confronted with a pile of debts and a burning desire for her children to stay at their posh schools. Needing to make a lot of money very quickly, she decides to become an escort. This book chronicles Dawn’s double life as a middle-class mother and professional by day, call girl by night. A frank and compelling story with graphic sexual scenes – not for the faint-hearted.

The Harmony Silk Factory

by Tash Aw (HarperCollins $29.95)

The life of Johnny Lim, a controversial figure in 1940s Malaysia is dissected by three people, his son Jasper, his beautiful wife, Snow and typically English expatriate, Peter. According to who you believe, Lim was everything from a dangerously successful black marketeer to a communist leader and a staunchly loyal friend. Tautly written and interesting.

Death By Water

by Kerry Greenwood (Allen & Unwin $19.95)

In Greenwood’s fifteenth instalment of the classic Phryne Fisher whodunit series, the classy, rich, charismatic – and always stylish – investigator goes after a jewel thief who has targeted the well-to-do passengers on a cruise liner. Heaps of interesting passengers and crew, deadly doings and an entertaining denouement, makes for a fun journey at sea and an entertaining, deck-chair read.

Darkhouse

by Alex Barclay (HarperCollins $29.95)

A new and exciting voice in thriller writing, outstanding for its terrific pace and build-up of suspense. This riveting page-turner begins after New York detective Joe Lucchesi shoots the perpetrator of a dreadful kidnapping case and takes a year off in Ireland with his wife Anna and son Shaun. When Shaun’s girlfriend disappears, local police suspect Joe who decides to undertake his own investigation. The end is surprising – and unsettling. Encore!

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Family Baggage

Exclusive extract from the Great Read in the June issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly: Family Baggage by Monica McInerney, published by Penguin/Viking.

It was all coming back to her, Harriet Turner realised. The key to being a successful tour guide was to think of herself as a duck. A mother duck, to be precise. A thirty-two year old mother duck in charge of twelve elderly excited ducklings.

She glanced back over her shoulder, doing a quick headcount of her tour group. Good, all twelve were still in sight, obviously tired but upright, at least. They’d follow her obediently as she led the way off the plane, through passport control and here into the baggage collection area of Bristol Airport. Ten grey-haired women, two balding men, none of them under sixty-five years of age, all in comfortable clothes and sensible shoes. Each sported a large ‘Travel Turner: Tours Tailored Just for You’ nametag on one shoulder and a homemade ‘I’m on the Willoughby Tour!’ badge on the other. Some looked bedraggled from the long journey, but more than half were still smiling. The excitement of arriving in England had obviously lifted their spirits. Harriet was glad to see it.

Her protective feelings towards them had grown with each step of the journey. She’d arrived at Melbourne with each step of the journey. She’d arrived at Melbourne Airport two hours early so she could greet each of them personally. On the plane she’d regularly checked whether they were too warm or too cool and if they needed anything to eat or drink. During their overnight stopover in Malaysia, she’d kept a close eye when they crossed roads, walked across bridges or ate anything that might have bones in it. All the simple rules of being in charge of a group had come flooding back. Of course she could do this, she told herself for the hundredth time since her brother’s surprise phone call. The tour would be a success. She’d do everything she could to make it a success.

They were among the first passengers from their flight to arrive at the baggage carousel. Harriet found a prime position, near the start of the conveyor belt and close to the exit. She was taken aback when the group clustered in a circle around her, looking up with big smiles and expectant expressions. It took her a moment to realise what they were waiting for. The customary Turner Travel welcome speech. James, her eldest brother, had begun the tradition, marking the start of each group tour with a little poem or funny speech beside the baggage carousel. He was usually so organised he had copies printed to hand out to the group members as souvenirs. Harriet’s mind went blank. She had been brought on to this tour at such short notice she’d hardly had time to learn the itinerary let alone write a funny ditty.

She look around at them again. They needed much more than that. She could see it in their eager expressions. She tried to ignore the curious looks from the other passengers coming into the baggage area and racked her brains. A rhyming game she ued to play as a child with James and her other brother Austin sprang to mind. She’d have to give that a try. She threw out her arms again, hoping she looked confident and theatrical rather than weird and scarecrow-ish, and said the first lines she could think of:

“Here we all are on the Willoughby tour

Through Devon and Cornwall, across several moors

I hope you’ll all have a wonderful time

And quickly forget this very bad rhyme!”

She cringed inside even as they rewarded her with a burst of laughter and applause. “She’s definitely Jamie’s sister,” she heard one of them whisper. She was saved from attempting an even worse second verse by the sound of the conveyor belt starting up with a metallic groan. Everyone sprang to attention, their eyes fixed on the emerging luggage.

As the first bags trundled past, Harriet felt a tug at her sleeve. She looked down. It was Miss Talbot. At seventy-three, she was the oldest member of the tour party. At four foot eleven, she was also the tiniest.

Her soft wrinkled face was all smiles. “That was a lovely poem, Harriet. You hit the nail right on the head.”

“Oh, thank you, Miss Talbot,” Harriet said, smiling back. She had known Miss Talbot for as long as she could remember and was very fond of her. The little white-haired woman not only ran the Country Women’s Association craft shop in Harriet’s home town of Merryn Bay but also knitted most of the contents. She specialised in yellow matinee jackets and small knitted penguins with crocheted orange beaks. She was also well-known in town for buying her clothes from children’s wear shops. Harriet glanced again at Miss Talbot’s travelling outfit of pink tracksuit and matching shoes, trying not to look too obviously at the groovy Chick logo embroidered on the front.”How are you feeling? Not too tired, I hope?”

“Oh no, Harriet. I snoozed like a bug in a rug the whole flight. And those little meals on trays were just delicious, thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome, I’m glad you liked them.” No matter how many times she’d tried to explain, Miss Talbot remained convinced that Harriet was responsible for every single thing that happened on the trip, the meals included.

Miss Talbot gave another happy sigh. “I just can’t believe we’re here at last. All these years of seeing Willoughby on TV and tomorrow we’re actually going to meet him. I know I’m old enough to be his grandmother, but it really is so exciting. He’s such a dreamboat.”

Harriet grinned at the old-fashioned term, fighting an urge to pick up Miss Talbot and give her a cuddle. She wasn’t actually sure whether Willoughby was a dreamboat or not. She could never admit it to Miss Talbot – or any of the others in the group – but she only had a dim recollection of the Willoughby TV series on which their entire trip-of-a-lifetime was based. All she knew was it featured a dark-haired detective disguised as a postman solving crimes in beautiful seaside villages in Cornwall.

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Nutrition

Question:

I am confused about what’s best to feed my miniature poodle. Which is best: raw meat with vegetables or cooked meat with vegetables?

Marinette Schemali

Answer:

Making a homemade diet for pets isn’t as simple as it sounds. You need to be sure they are getting all the vitamins and minerals and enough protein and fat, which is very different to our needs. And primarily meat-only diets can be hugely deficient in calcium (surprisingly, to most people). In the wild, a carnivore would eat the whole carcass of their prey — skin, bone, stomach contents — so meat alone isn’t enough. You need to give fat, protein and carbohydrates in the right proportions, using rice, potato or pasta, veggies and meat, as well as raw bones and supplements.

I usually recommend feeding as at least half of the diet a good quality commercial food that is complete and balanced so there is no chance of a nutritional deficiency. Then supplement with fresh food. As for cooked or raw. I’d say raw — it’s more natural for them. As for specifics, be guided by your vet, as different weight, age, life stage and circumstances mean pets have very particular needs and without seeing your pet it is difficult to formulate exactly what is right for you and your precious poodle.

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