Today was my last day in the studio for 2016! “Studio??” I hear you cry… yep, for those that don’t know – I’m a Professional Makeup Artist. I paint faces and make people pweddy. Well, try to at least. Just don’t let me near your face if I’m hungry – the shakes can really cause havoc with eyeliner. Your sight is a gift people. Protect it. Continue reading
I’ve been looking forward to Christmas this year, in particular because we have a mini one to enjoy it with this time! That said, and before anyone dares utter a word… Continue reading
Once a year, me and my best ones like to get together for a Festive gathering.
Now usually, I am sold on this night out because it usually involves a lush dinner to start the night off. If you’re a regular reader of this blog (which if you are, THANK YOU and Merry Christmas!), you’ll know that a) I’m a home hermit. Going out takes a lot of effort, energy and forced enthusiasm and b) if it doesn’t involve some kind of food offering, then really… what’s the point? Continue reading
The plan never goes to plan. I mean, when you have the night to yourself, why wouldn’t you indulge in endless chick flicks, chocolate, wine (cups of tea) and trash tv all while lazed on the sofa? Continue reading
I give up. My phone has officially strummed my last nerve. I can’t do it anymore. What’s the point in a mobile phone if it dies on you by lunch time!? Despite what you may think, I HADN’T EVEN BLOODY WELL BEEN ON IT! Continue reading
So there I was, sat in the Dr’s surgery today, reading the gumpf that they pile out on tables (although this particular waffle was in Marie Claire magazine, probably from 2001 – those places are FILLED with vintage reads), and was drawn in by a fact or myth piece about how you can avoid a cold. Continue reading
Tomorrow is the start of December. The start of it being officially acceptable to do festive type stuff; put the tree up, drink mulled wine, wear knitted snowflake jumpers, listen to Buble’s Christmas album, and best of all… have a constant offering of Quality Street on the go (‘cept I don’t offer them). Continue reading