Up until last week I’d never heard of Forever Living the Aloe Vera Company. Invited to the launch of a good friend of mine’s new business with the brand, I was intrigued to say the least. Rocking up at her house on a Thursday evening, I’d done a bit of research but wasn’t too sure what to expect. I love organic and natural products, but I also love full scale high-tech scientific ones too with their super-glossy packaging and million pound budget marketing campaigns.Comments (
A bit of a quick one this, fun for a Friday. Each and every summer, since he was old enough to make a preference, my son has grown his hair, then at the very start of the school holidays has it shaved and cut into a (sort-of) Mohican. Last year I even allowed him to dye the tips with some very temporary colour that didn’t work at all, as a concession to nine-year-old edginess.Comments (
Even the least interested in cosmetics amongst you will undoubtedly have heard of Touché Eclat. YSL’s complexion enhancer (NOT concealer) is a legend in beauty circles for hiding the darkest bags and illuminating the dullest complexions. The perfect consistency blend, a great range of tones and iconic packaging have made it incomparable: you won’t find many make-up artists without it in their kits and no A-Lister gets through those ‘naked faced’ pap shots without it.Comments (
I make no apologies for the fact that this is very definitely NOT a quick tutorial. This is a long, slow, comfortable screw against the sofa of a treat, which not only should not but simply cannot be rushed. A good manicure is not done in five minutes and nor should it be (although I do have a ten minute version I will share at a later date). Firstly, getting a salon finish takes time and patience and secondly, your emotional well- being benefits from you not rushing through every element of your personal care routine.
So I’ve been growing my hair FOREVER. Or at least that’s what I always say I’m doing. Gets a bit long, chop it off, grows and gets a bit long, chop it off. Round and round it goes and I’m never satisfied with whatever cut I have. I’ve had a crop (mistake), multiple bobs (all a mistake. Including a blonde one – this was the biggest mistake of them all.) Three fringes (mistake), what my sister likes to call a mullet (mistake) and how it is now i.e. boring and long (not a mistake, just shit!) Dying it shades of brown (mega adventurous), and kind of ombre but not (have highlights underneath instead of on top), the combination of this and heat styling has left me with split-ends from hell.Comments (
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It is no secret amongst my friends and family that I am a major foodie – I love to cook. From the traditional to the experimental, no recipe is off limits and I most enjoy learning how to be better in the kitchen; like many with a passion for food I aspire to ‘chef’ standards (although admittedly I tend to come closer to ‘decent home cook’).Comments (
Whilst the web has allowed us to source unusual beauty items at the best possible cost, it can blind us to the hidden jewels located just on our doorsteps. Beauty and lifestyle products made by smaller companies without massive SEO and PR budgets and Artisan creators of items that you won’t find a review of on every blog out there, because they are under the radar – and all the more special for it.
Increasingly I’m becoming more and more annoyed with boys and their metabolisms! Yes men suffer with their weight too, no doubt about it. However, what bugs me is their ability to lose it quickly by cutting out beer for example, or retain reasonable bodies with zero effort. A woman would need to cut bread (in fact ALL wheat and chuck in gluten too), chocolate (scrap that ALL sugar), and dairy out of her diet to achieve the same result. (Am aware this isn’t strictly true hard-core fitness peeps, but stick with me.)
Nothing and I do mean NOTHING makes me happier than a good bath. Yes I know all of the arguments about sitting in your own filth. I care not. Hot water (made hotter at regular intervals by the judicious twisting of the hot tap with a big toe – my kids call it ‘mummy soup’ and with good reason), some lovely bubbles, a glass of Prosecco and a book is truly my idea of utter bliss.
Despite that I normally don’t get particularly excited about bubble bath solutions (or bath elixirs, bath soaks or any other wanky term the industry comes up with to essentially describe the same thing).
Until now.Comments (
That time of the month. Not the most glamorous of topics - it is a time we all seek to keep on the down low, but with spots, greasy hair and bloating to contend with, not to mention the monthly emergence of the psycho (just me?), it isn’t that easy. And those ridiculous adverts promoting menstruation as a ‘nice’ time don’t help. “Have a happy period”? Oh do fuck off now, there’s a dear.
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As all make-up lovers know, everyone has their favourite products. That one palette or kit that we use over and over; our best friend on busy mornings and work nights out. The lipstick that even when you are knackered never fails to give you a lift, the bronzer that hides the evidence of the 2 am bedtime despite a six am start the next morning.
One of the loveliest things about being a beauty addict, is that feeling of finding a new favourite. I test so much, from so many brands that every now and then I get a bit hypercritical and jaded. When I find something I truly adore, it stays close to me forever.Comments (
In the context of a ‘finished’ look, I notice nothing quicker then elegant, well polished nails. In the context of my own look, I hide filthy, broken pegs behind my back. I know that if well maintained hands are vital for giving the right impression, I am almost certainly rocking a more ‘trampy-layabout’ vibe. Pete Doherty would consider my nails unseemly – they really are that bad.
Like Lucy Pretty I have fine hair. Unlike Lucy mine is also straight. As in poker straight – no kinks, no bends, no volume. At all.
I was one of the few people who never bought into the GHD trend of the early ‘noughties, because all I have to do to make mine look like a flat sheet that sticks flat to my scalp is wash it.
My teen dreams consisted of an airbrushed version of myself; with naturally lustrous, thick waves. My dream became grown up girl visions of hair that did anything that wasn’t just hanging there like wet spaghetti.
give me the beautiful hair my precious......