I've been visiting my lovely Amsterdam friends this weekend - they are about to produce child number 2 and they have a hard job ahead of them, making sure that number 2 is as cute as number 1. Anyway, after a lovely weekend en famille I got the last flight back from Schiphol to CDG this evening.
Because this flight gets in pretty late, my only option for heading into town is the train. This would normally be my last choice - it's hot, it's slow, it stinks and it's crowded. The Air France bus is quicker and drops me off at the end of my street. Which is handy. Anyway, the bus had already stopped running, so I was consigned to the train.
As you'd imagine, on the way to and from the airport there are often flight crew members heading to / from work. On the train tonight there was an Air France stewardess who looked wiped out. Judging by her bag she was fresh back from Shanghai. But I digress. The point is that she got on the train looking exhausted.
She put her bags down and started to rummage away. Before you could say 'please keep your clothes on Madame, this is a public place' her uniform jacket and top was off and she was standing in her skirt and a grubby looking vest. The colour would be best described as 'hot wash grey'. She undid the button of her uniform skirt and, pulling a pair of black trousers from her bag, proceeded to wriggle into them under the skirt.
Off came the skirt and out of the bag came a succession of black and grey 'upper body garments' which combined to make a startlingly stylish outfit.
With her clothes now back on, she tied a scarf around her head and proceeded to put on her make up. She gave herself a pair of smoky, Amy Winehouse inspired eyes, and buffed up her cheekbones. Then the scarf came off and she ran some kind of putty-ish product through her barnet.
When she got on the train she looked like a generic Air France stew. Nothing special, a bit dowdy and absolutley knackered.
Alighting from the train she looked like Agyness Deyn having a beatnik moment. Stunning.
Now, I'm quite used to seeing girls put on a bit of lippy on their way to work in the morning, but I've never really witnessed a transformation like this before.
It was all I could do to stop myself applauding.