I have realised that my beloved cowboy boots are on their way out. The (faux) leather is peeling (so lovely) at the toes and are starting to let heavy rain in when once they were the perfect summer boot for showers.
So I thought perhaps a new pair for my up-coming birthday. Great. I never have many things I really want so a new shiny pair of boots for the summer would be just the ticket.
I’ve had enough of the winter now. The cold blasts of air through my clothes, the way the damp weather makes my hair frizzy and dry all at the same time, and the dry skin crying out because of all the drying central heating and layers upon layers of clothes I have to wear to stay warm.
And it’s not just the weather causing my skin to rebel and attempt to turn into tree bark, the fact my bathroom has no heating and turns into a place I want to spend as little time as possible makes me less inclined to strip off in there for any kind of beauty treatment.Heck, even shaving has to be done in the shower and because my hot water tank is the size of a thimble I have to turn off the shower if I want to shave my legs or wash my hair.
But this weekend isn’t too bad. Yes it’s raining outside but at least the Continue reading →
In an attempt to stop the temptation of shopping I am merely going to show some of the sale items currently on offer that have caught my eye recently. Repeat after me… I will not buy everything….I will not buy everything…I will not…oh maybe just the one then 😉
Last month I went on my first ever ski holiday. I had missed out on the school trips as a teenager and well the opportunity had never come up before. I have to say I was nervous, scared even but not of the idea of skiing (although that did spook me a fair bit). No, the first thing to cross my mind was “what the hell do I take?” followed swiftly by “will I actually need to take a full on suitcase?” as most of my previous holidays involved either hand luggage only or a shared suitcase.
I had months to worry. All that time to try to research, I asked friends who had been before and spent hours looking at photos trying to figure out what people wore on these skiing vacations. To me it felt like I would need a massive suitcase and several bags. It all came flooding in and tried to overwhelm me. Packing for a cold weather holiday had never happened to me before. It was alien. Normally I would throw together a heap of sun-dresses, shorts and flip-flops and have plenty of room for goodies picked up abroad.
Several months ago I was sent a range of different home spa treatments to try. Amongst them was a small tube of Spa Find’s Stabilizing Mud Mask. Last week I decided to give a go and see if it improved the look and feel of my skin. Now I don’t normally buy face masks as I find gentle steaming much nicer plus it has the added benefit of helping to clear my sinus at the same time.
So I sat down and applied the mud in areas that currently needed attention. In the winter my skin tends to break out in dry patches as the cold wind and central heating play havoc. So I hoped that the mask would alleviate the spots that appear where my face has dried.
When I have an afternoon off for running errands I invariably end up having a little look in TK Maxx. And more times than not I walk out with at least one blouse. And this week was no different. Three blouses. Each was under £20.
Finding a new hairdressers is a tricky business. For most women our hair is a very sensitive matter; it can shape our days and when it finally sits in the right way and stops being static and fluffy, make us feel confident and downright sexy. So if we happen to get a haircut that doesn’t look the way we asked for it isn’t the end of the world, of course it will grow back, but it makes us dread going again.
Many years ago I had a horrific haircut. A friend a at a very well-known salon in Derby was about to put the finishing touches to my new bob by adding feathering to the front sections. Back then using a razor was popular and I sat in the chair with my hair combed forwards not knowing what was going to happen next. Instead of softening the ends she took my hair and said:
“You know, you’d look great with a micro fringe”
And two seconds later ta da! I had one. I was horrified. Not only had I not asked for it but it made my head look like a crazy oversized round thing that out had grown its hair. And worse still, in two weeks I was going to celebrate the Millennium and had a huge night out planned. The micro fringe was possibly the worst thing that had ever happened to my hair. Even worse than when I managed to tangle a huge clump of it in a round brush (that had to be cut from my hair). Needless to say we fell out and I never spoke to her again.
After that going to the hairdressers was a frightening experience. It took about a year to grow out the fringe and I have never had a bob again since.