Ever since Dr Perricone, the beauty world has been not-a-little obsessed with salmon (every launch seems to have at least three versions of it on their canapé platters). But apparently, according to an article in today’s The Daily Telegraph, most women aren’t eating their recommended dose of omega-3-rich seafood, which is at least twice a week. Salmon, tuna, mackerel and sardines offer the best benefits - not just for good functioning of the heart, brain and eyes, but also for their anti-inflammatory, free-radical-fighting qualities at skin level, which basically means: you get stronger, younger skin. If, like myself, you’re a vegetarian, you can get your omega 3s via flaxeed oil - either take supplements or add oil to a smoothie. It’s not as sexy as smoked salmon (oh how I miss a blini), but it does the trick.

At the risk of entering into the too-much-information arena, I went for a wax this morning and was berated for not having enough hair. “You’re becoming hairphobic,” tutted my super-waxer Vera (from Sydney’s popular V Beauty salon). Aparently I am not alone. Her regular clients are becoming more regular (every two to three weeks rather than the old monthly rebook) - and having more body bits waxed each time. “As well as the usual requests, some clients are even asking for their whole stomachs, arms, hands and even toes to be waxed,” said Vera. Doesn’t sound like that occasionally talked-about Brazilian backlash is anywhere near here, huh?

There Have you read Beauty Junkies by Alex Kuczynski? If not, you should. It’s about our (well, mostly America’s) crazy obsession with cosmetic surgery and is full of must-know info and warnings, as well as smattering of good ol’ juicy gossip. So I was up into the wee hours reading it, only to wake up with decidedly junkie-looking eyes - dark, puffy, red, just like I’d been out partying all night. I have a zillion eye de-puffers in my bathroom but the best fix-it I’ve ever found is the cliched chamomile tea-bag trick. Simply drain two and place over eyes while you relax for ten minutes. Then voila: puffiness is down-sized, the area looks a little brighter, and the redness has mostly drained right away.

Monday 9am -  … to my inaugural diary entry. I always wanted to keep a diary. You know, the kind with a padlock that you keep under your pillow and spend sleepless nights filling with professions of grade-four love for Gavin or Wayne or Jayson. But I’ve never been able to read my own writing, so that was the first problem. Then came (for those of you old enough to remember) Twin Peaks and Laura Palmer and the whole journal-keeping concept suddenly seemed kind of creepy. (I still have nightmares about dancing dwarves from time to time). But these blogging days make it all seem much safer. Not to mention more legible. Although sometimes I may ramble, for which I apologise in advance. But I do promise to keep you tapped into what’s happening and hot on the beauty scene - what the editors are raving about, what launches to look out for, trends as they hit the magazines and catwalks. I hope you will enjoy! Kat x