I cannot tell you how many expensive brands of nail polish I own. Nails Inc, Essie, Chanel…I own many MANY bottles from all of them, and I love them.
What would you do if I told you that there was a high-street product available for less than a tenner that could genuinely make you look younger overnight?
Unless you haven’t turned on Twitter, Facebook, the telly, your radio or in fact left your house and are currently in hibernation (you lucky, lucky bugger) chances are you know full well that today is meant to be blue Monday.
Firstly,you made it through the worst week of the year - congratulations are in order! No wine, no sugar and no bleeding fun, crap fricking weather and the return to the commute all blow, so we thought this was the perfect time to introduce a new feature; the Sunday Rundown.Comments (
Didn’t get what you wanted yesterday? If you are one of the poor souls for whom Christmas bought windscreen wipers (yes, really…not me I hasten to add, my husband likes his nuts far too much to even consider it) then have no fear.
Our round up of the best Boxing Day beauty bargains is here. Simply go to the drawer, retrieve the other halves credit card and enjoy!
I must admit to some reluctance at writing book reviews. Whilst novels are probably my life’s greatest passion (alongside lipstick, obvs.), I never want to be one of those wanky, smug gits who ruin a book you might love by discussing it in depth before you can have a chance to make your own mind up, like the utter tree-rots who ruined Edge of Reason before it even came out.
The year is 1991, the town Lisburn, Northern Ireland. Scrunchies and shell suits are in, and no girl worth her salt shops anywhere that isn’t C & A or Tammy Girl. It is just before my ninth Christmas and I, along with many other army brats are awaiting the arrival of the festive military Santa (aka, my dad).
It goes without saying, particularly for anyone following us on Pinterest that we both love a bit of halloween. For me, that means pumpkins, crap sweets and a face full of 'spooky' slap. I love, love, LOVE to experiment and play and am permanently inspired by seeing the work of other artists, bloggers and Youtubers.
For as long as I can remember I’ve had the hands of a 90 year old man. On one of my very first beauty courses, when learning how to manicure, I was told I had hands that looked like they’d worked. I was eighteen. The most work I’d done was try on clothes in Topshop while pretending to stocktake, so not exactly spinning cotton in an 18th century factory. However, my beauty therapy lecturer was a giant hag so I didn’t pay any particular attention.Comments (