If you follow me on social media and regularly read my blog, you’ll know that things went a little quiet last month. I decided to take some down-time from blogging to concentrate on some real-life projects I’d been neglecting. Every weekend is usually spent taking blog photos, editing them and proof-reading blog posts for the next week, so it was lovely not to have to worry about any of that for a while.
I absolutely love this time of year because it means I can start wearing a dark lip again and not look like a total weirdo.
The only issue I have, is that most of my favourite dark lips aren’t matte lipsticks, so I always end up smudging them or having to reapply them a lot throughout the day. (Generally though, I usually get so frustrated that I go to the toilets and rub the bloody lipsticks off, until it looks like I’ve been punched in the mouth!!)
I have a story to tell about finding the right pair of boots for autumn! About a year ago, I bought a gorgeous pair of tan coloured boots from Debenhams. They fit really nicely and they look quite smart, with not too much of a heel on them. The only issue is that because they’re tan, they don’t go with anything I own. At all.
So I recently went on a mission to find the perfect pair of boots in black. This is a bit like my dungarees story, but thankfully much, much shorter!
Back in 2011, I was feeling ridiculously adventurous and wildly free after another bad break-up with another complete asshole, so I spontaneously booked myself some plane tickets round the USA for three weeks (I’ve written a little about this in my reverse bucket list post). Part of my stay included a long weekend in New Orleans and I packed in some amazing things.
So I’ve previously written about my makeup storage, which you can read here, if you’ve not read it before. This was all going well and fine, until I decided to tip my lipsticks out onto my bed to try and find a specific one, not realising that the lid of one of my lipsticks had fallen off.
Cue hot pink lipstick all over the light grey duvet cover and over all my other lipsticks. Cleaning that mess up is half an hour I’m never going to get back!!
I really enjoyed writing a chatty post for August, so I’m back with a little bit of a catch-up on all the fun (and not so fun) things I’ve been up to during September!!
Last weekend, Rachael and I travelled up to London to check out Friends Fest! We’d had the tickets booked since March, so you can bet we were super excited. Well, I was, after a coffee and a Bagelman (sausage, mushroom and cheese!)
Working a full-on 9 to 5 job and then going home to make dinner, do some housework and try to find some time to blog as well, it’s sometimes really hard to switch off and have some me time.
But now I have some beautiful products to help me wind down in the evenings and they just help to make life that little bit easier 🙂
- pets my cat a lot and doesn’t bother to wash my hands afterwards. Pet people can relate. Right?
- does a full on vlog while I’m cooking to explain exactly what I’m doing; except there’s no camera there videoing me 😂😂
Back in the 90s, I was one of those children who, rather than scoffing chocolate and biscuits, always used to devour a packet of Polos pretty much every day, almost like there was no tomorrow. I always used to keep a packet either in my pocket or in a hand-me-down bag from my mum, which inevitably led to Polos falling out all over the place, getting all dirty with pocket fluff or breaking in the bottom of my bag 🙁
I was also one of those weird kids who used to suck their Polos until they were really, really thin, break a section off and pretend I had my lip pierced by using the POLO® as a lip ring!! Erm… Just me then, yeah?