Thursday, 9 February 2012

Hero beauty product - No 7 Beautiful Skin Dry Skin rescuer

It's been bitterly cold here, in London recently (and it seems throughout most of Europe).  


I have very dry, sensitive skin and I do suffer dreadfully during winter. The cold outdoors makes my skin red & sensitive and the central heating indoors dehydrates so I'm always on the look out for products to help me cope with all these varying conditions.


Boots No 7 Dry Skin Rescuer is one of those products. I'm not going to beat about the bush here - it's brilliant.  It's instantly hydrating.  You know the feeling when you're really thirsty and you have a drink of water?  How amazing it feels?  That's a little like what it feels when you apply Skin Rescuer.  Instantly soothed and hydrated.  It also acts as a barrier cream because it takes a lot longer for my skin to dehydrate after I've used it. 



I always carry a tube of this in my bag now and apply it throughout the day.  It's an absolute life saver especially if I'm shopping and constantly going from cold outdoors into heated stores.  Obviously I can't use it like that when I'm wearing make up but applying it before I put on make up also works well.

I can't recommend it enough.  You can buy it in the UK here.  It doesn't seem to be available on the US Boots site.

Saturday, 4 February 2012

and another birthday...

And so the years pass...  Yesterday I turned...  um...  46!  Even I can't kid myself any longer that I'm young.

This was really brought home to me a few months ago when I was waiting for a bus.  I arrived at the bus stop a couple of minutes early and there were already two young girls there.  When the bus arrived, I was quite happy for them to get on first - after all they'd been at the bus stop before me - but they stood aside to let me, the older lady, on first!!  Naturally I smiled and thanked them but inside I was screaming, 'No, no, no!  Why are you letting me on first?  It's not as if I'm old or anything.'

But I am.  I'm now 46.

On the bright side, I had a great day.  I had lots of cards, texts and presents from friends & family all over the world.  We went for a walk in the park, which was lovely, then my boyfriend took me to see The Artist which was one of the best films I've seen in ages, (I'll be posting about that later).

But the best thing about 46 is that being 18 is far behind me.  I hated being 18.  All that angst is so tiring.

Monday, 23 January 2012

Phew!

It's been very busy since New Year.  I've been working but most exciting of all, my wonderful boyfriend is moving in with me so we've been moving his stuff, etc.

On the down side it means that I haven't had much time for blogging.

I'll leave you with this picture I took in St. James's Park last summer...


Monday, 2 January 2012

Something happy to start the New Year with... Pelican by The Maccabees

I'm a little obsessed with this track.

It's got all the elements of a classic pop song - a great sing-along tune; dark lyrics which belie the light heartedness of the music; depth which only grows with repeated plays.  I especially like the strange, almost jerky guitar riffs the likes of which I don't think I've heard before.

Pelican by The Maccabees.

Friday, 30 December 2011

2012 and all that

I'm generally not one for New Year's resolutions.  It just seems like setting yourself up for failure and recrimination. I mean if you haven't lost weight etc in the previous year, you're not going to do it in the coming year simply because it's a New Year's resolution.


Having said that, I was touched and inspired by this post by the lovely Ines of 'All I am - a redhead'.  


A few years ago, my wonderful father was killed in horrific circumstances and my life & the lives of all those who loved him were changed forever.  In amongst the turmoil, the terror and grief of the aftermath I came to the conclusion that life is a fragile, fleeting, beautiful thing and we all have a duty to enjoy our lives to the fullest.  


Enjoyment is a different thing for everyone so it's impossible to lay down ground rules but I'll say this... 


Let those around you know how much they mean to you.  
Don't be too sensible.  If you really want those eyewateringly expensive shoes, buy them.  When you're 95 and looking back over your life, what will you remember, how you conscientiously paid the gas bill or how much pleasure you got from your lovely shoes?  Remember to be responsible though.
Take time to appreciate the small things in life - a breathtaking sunset, a delicious meal.
You can never laugh too much.


Happy New Year everyone!  I hope 2012 brings you everything you want and more.  x 

Saturday, 24 December 2011

The Great South London Christmas Tree Hunt

I think we all have a picture in our heads of how the perfect Christmas should be.  I know I do.

A couple of days ago, I decided that my lodger, my boyfriend and myself would spend an evening decorating our Christmas tree.  I had a vague scene playing in my head with the three of us sipping Gluhwein/Baileys, nibbling on mince pies with festive music playing softly in the background and regaling heart warming & amusing Christmas related stories from our pasts whilst placing the decorations on the tree in an aesthetically pleasing manner.

Well, the Christmas music was located on my iPod and the Baileys & mince pies were duly bought so all that remained was to get the Christmas tree.  My living room's not very big so I needed a Christmas tree that could sit on the table and allow us to use the table at the same time.  A tree that was no more than 2 foot high.  Last year we managed to get one without any problem.

We started off at the smaller branch of Sainsburys near the flat - only big trees. Waitrose - again the trees were too big.  Lidl - nothing. We looked in the markets/florists/street sellers nearby - all their trees were enormous.

I was still confident at this point that we'd find one pretty quickly. It's about a mile's walk to the next tube station with lots of shops along the way and I was positive that we'd find one somewhere along that road.  Rapidly it became clear that we weren't to have any luck and I started to panic silently.  My lodger was relying to us to find a tree to decorate!  Of course she wouldn't have minded at all if we'd gone home and told her we'd have to do it another day because we couldn't find a tree but I'd succumbed to the traditional pressure to Have a Perfect Christmas.

Mentally I started to consider alternatives.

A plastic palm tree!  Why not, Jesus was from the Middle East after all so it'd be more ya' know, authentic!  I'm sure my Christmas decorations would look fine on it.

A vaguely Islamic looking sculpture!  Yay for multiculturism!

A yucca plant!  Hey, I'm an alternative kinda gal!

Buy a huge Christmas tree, re-arrange the living room and store the furniture in the bedroom!  Sounds fine!  Gotta have Christmas spirit!

Tape a Magic Tree air freshener to a stick!  At least the living room'd smell nice!

By the time we reached the big Sainsburys near the next tube station, I was ready to try anything.  They were selling fir branches & my boyfriend suggested taping two branches together to create a kind of cloven hooved, two trunk tree, then putting it in a flower pot with loads of soil.  I wasn't quite desperate enough yet to have a dual trunk tree but I certainly put it on the short list.  Then I found a little 6 inch high tree.  It was the sort of thing that office workers would put on their computers but frankly, as far as I was concerned it was The Answer.  Slightly short but it was a Christmas tree nonetheless!  Luckily my boyfriend convinced me that my 2 inch high Christmas angel would just crush it.  He was right of course.

But we still had no tree.

We started off back home and I must admit I was staring wild eyed down all the side streets hoping to see a hitherto undiscovered market stall specialising in small Christmas trees.

You've guessed it.  There was nothing.  What was it about south London and their enormous living rooms with gigantic Christmas trees?

We were nearly home when I spotted a newsagents selling small plastic Christmas trees and I nearly cried with relief.  So I bought myself a slightly rusted tree-like structure covered in green plastic 'leaves'.  Christmas was saved!

Ladies and gentlemen, without any further ado, here it is...  our bent, rusty, plastic Christmas tree!  It's not perfect but it's ours and we had a great time decorating it in spite of everything.


I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't stress too much over the details.  Just relax and enjoy the time with your loved ones.  That's far more important than perfection.  

Happy Christmas everyone! xxx

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