Overdue Catch Up & Weekly Digest

I thought I’d do a general catch up and a Weekly Digest in one today because it’s been a while. Lucky you, eh?

The last few weeks have been pretty busy catching up and actually socialising in the sunshine for a change, something I am resolutely against (kind of). I’ve been blessed with the people in my life who actually make me feel cooler and younger by proxy. So that’s been nice.

A few weeks back we went to Margate for my brother’s birthday and I can honestly say I’m in love – to the point I’ve been googling jobs there. It’s not a viable option but boy would I love to live in Margate – it’s just got a vibe I can see myself embracing and I want in. Again, it’s pie in the sky but it’s nice to have a dream, right? – and you just never know!

Much as I love Brighton I do worry about the lack of bang for your buck, rent is astronomical (as with a lot of places outside London I know) and even if we are ever lucky enough to buy our own place, it will be hard to find a good deal. So sometimes I do fantasise about starting a new life in other towns, I’m sure that’s quite normal. Anyway, for now Margate has my heart and maybe the novelty will wear off, maybe it won’t – all I know is that it feels good right now!

And this leads me seamlessly into the things I am currently digging.

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Dreamland, Margate

The happiest place in the South of England? Possibly. And a great venue – I’m really interested in seeing Roni Size in August – either way I’ve been once and I’m obsessed.

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Mom Jeans

I’m so into Mom jeans right now. High waisted is apparently the style I’ve been seeking all my life and now it’s here I can’t stop. Any wardrobe should boast multiple pairs though so it’s practical if nothing else to stock up. Right?

L-R: Blue mom jeans, £30 ~ Blue/Black wash mom jeans, £16 (in sale) ~ Washed Black mom jeans, £32

REVENGE

Revenge (2017)

I’m not super crazy about rape revenge and this is exactly that, however I was pleasantly surprised by Revenge. I thought Matilda Anna Ingrid Lutz as the abused Jen was really interesting to watch and while of course this is horrible, it’s quite an aesthetically pleasing body horror with a soundtrack and imagery reminiscent of Quentin Tarantino.

Honestly, some of the colours and shots are spectacular.

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CYO This Line’s A Keeper Semi-permanent Eyeliner

This liquid liner does not budge and it’s a fine replacement for Seventeen Tattoo Me Eyeliner, which was brutally discontinued recently. Shame I spent £16 on the Kat Von D Tattoo Liner before I found this beauty, eh? The trials and tribulations of a riot grrrl, eh?

What are you digging this week?

Weekly Digest #1

With the dawn of a new job, I want to start getting into the swing of regularly writing posts that aren’t movie reviews (though obviously that will continue).

I’ve swiped the title for this series from Hannah of Ponderous Pieces because I’m a massive copy cat and couldn’t think of a better one.

Welcome to Week 1. These are the things I’m into this week:

Jeremy Corbyn 

He’s the one, pure and simple. He just talks sense as far as I see it and he’s cool, mucks in, talks to the people and makes his own jam. He’s the hero this country needs and deserves – and for the first time in maybe ever, I have hope in my heart for the future of this country.

#forthemanynotthefew

GLOW

Or Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. This show is addictive as hell and features Kate Nash. That might be all you need to know but there are also many other great things to note: fab 80’s costuming, beautiful ladies of every shape, size and ethnicity (so far they’re all being stereotyped, I hope this changes) and a central character that we’re actually supposed to hate on. Pass the motherfucking Lycra, yo.

I might write more about this show at a later date.

Lottie London Mermaid Glow

I got mine for £5.95 and it’s super pretty. Especially when you first transfer it to the brush. Glow, baby, glow!

Tesco Metros had really changed their look

Lost River 

Ryan Gosling‘s directorial debut from a few years back and I’ve only just got to it. I really enjoyed it. It has a dystopian feel with a stellar cast (Christina Hendricks, Iain De CaesteckerSaoirse Ronan) and tells the story of an underwater town that has a magical hold on the areas surrounding it (or does it?). It is much better than I’ve made it sound, promise!

New Beginnings

I’m a sucker for new beginnings. Fresh notebooks, clean sheets, new handbags – all those things that are just waiting to be filled (and messed up)! I’ve got one now with my new job and new colleagues, and I’m excited to see what the future holds (plus I’m maybe just a little bit nervous!)

What are you digging this week?

Thanks Hannah for the inspo and see you all next week. 

Love Your #selfie

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Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s Maybelline. It is Maybelline. And Rimmel, Max Factor, 17, Make Up Revolution, Bourjois… ❤

Sometimes you’ve just got to spend £27 in Superdrug on new make-up then come home and put it all on, despite having nowhere to go to show it off. I could find somewhere obviously, but Netflix.

I’ve been feeling pretty shitty about myself lately. I won’t lie, despite my vow to stop worrying about ageing, I still have the odd wobble. I sometimes look through pictures of myself, for instance and wonder if my eyelids have got extra baggy.

HOW PATHETIC.

Today I feel fucking fabulous* though, hence this picture of my moon face. I personally love the phenomenon of the #selfie. If a person is feeling amazing why the hell shouldn’t they share it? Yes, even the people who share 1,2,3 a day, even those in contorted positions, skimpy outfits – all.

All #selfies are beautiful because it means the taker is feeling great about themselves.

*My friend Panda says this when something is particularly fabulous, and when she bought herself a Mulberry handbag last year, she asked them to include a card saying “To Panda, you’re fucking fabulous”. They didn’t, but it’s still makes for a FF anecdote.

Make Up Your Own Rules

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After spending quite a lot of time away from home with family over the Christmas period, it was really lovely to be back in our own flat. I’ve talked about being a homebody before and this is never truer than in the Winter months when it’s cold and wet outside, and my sofa is willing to hold me while I watch Netflix.

But this is not a post about home comforts, it is a post about warpaint, or lack thereof. On returning home on the 27th, I half-arsedly unpacked my fluffy cat shaped travel bag, only to find that my make-up bag wasn’t there. No need to panic, I thought, it’s obviously in my handbag, where it normally lives.

Why I was expecting to find it in my luggage, I don’t know. Except, it wasn’t in my handbag either…

Not that long ago, this discovery would have send me into a tailspin, or at least straight to the nearest make-up selling establishment. I did send a text immediately to my mother, suspecting that it had fallen into the boot of her car (it had) but then I really started to think about make up and why I needed it so much.

I came up with this. I need it because I love and want it. I don’t need it because I can’t conceive of leaving the house without it. This is not something I would ever have been able to do a decade, even five, three, two years ago but now I can and do.

There is a freedom in being able to operate without having to think about your face, it’s true and weekends are usually spend bare-faced and slouchy. I like the feeling of being fresh and clean. I don’t run from people I know should I bump into them in the street.

But, and here’s the big but (tee hee); I love make up and really enjoy wearing it. When people describe it as warpaint, I know exactly what they mean. I’m just not myself without my signature liner (even when I’ve fucked it right up).

That can never be a bad thing as far as I’m concerned, knowing what works for you and which bits you love, therefore want to play up. It’s not vanity to want to present the best of yourself. Plus, for me, it’s about ritual and I have a pretty non-negotiable one:

Wake up at 7am
Hula hoop in front of the TV for 30 minutes
Do make up with a cup of tea
Get dressed
Brush teeth
Watch about 20 minutes of bad TV (I live ten minutes from work)
Leave for the day

My make up applying session is the only time I really spend with myself. It’s just about the only time in the day that I really look at myself and I think it’s important.

I mean, I wear glasses all the time and I love how cute (and smart!) they look but I do miss my face. I haven’t really shown it to the world without specs for two years and on the rare occasion that I have been caught off guard without them, I’ve been complimented on my eyes or make up, and that feels bloody great. Like I’m no longer invisible.

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Kiss and Make-up: A History of My Face

Photo via Google. Not me!

Following a chat with my team this morning about make-up, I thought it might be natural to turn it into a blog post.

A lot of you know about my relationship with nail polish – how obsessed I have been in the past with the latest products, trends and my own designs; how I had thought seriously about turning this into a business. How I still might.

But make-up on the whole has always been a part of who I am and talking about it this morning has brought back a lot of memories. I think the sensible place to start is at the beginning (right?)

My first memories of wearing my own make-up come quite late in the day, maybe around twelve or thirteen. My mum didn’t often wear it (though looking back she was definitely emphasising her peepers with super 80’s mascara), so there wasn’t much around the house. She had a small selection of ‘sensible’ basics that I had a good nose through but nothing too crazy.

So I didn’t really think about it much. I was a tree climbing tomboy though so it makes sense that I didn’t start looking at myself as a girl until adolescence hit.

Having said that my aunt, Sine has these red high heels that I insisted on putting on and clacking about her front room in for years. Until she gave them to me, to own, the best day ever! So I had some notion, I suppose.

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My first memories are of over using blue and brown mascaras and being rather heavy handed on the Coffee Shimmer. A metallic brown lipstick by Rimmel, I can’t imagine this shade particularly suiting anyone but yet there it was. Switched up with it’s subtler sister, Heath Shimmer pretty much all my lippy needs were covered.

I wish I had been more experimental with red. There’s a rumour that there’s a shade to suit every person (not going to limit this to just women), but I don’t know. I’ve always felt I look overdone every time I’ve tried a strong lip.

So I’m an eye girl. It’s all about that for me. As I shuffled into my teenage years I found black kohl and I’ll never give it up completely. It’s my signature and maybe it’s old, maybe it’s not cool anymore, I don’t care.

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The greatest compliment I have ever received from a stranger was, “You’ve got eyes like Bridget Bardot”. I credit my kohl for that one. I do know that it’s a strong look though and if I need to look a little less like I woke up in somebody’s bush (ding dong), I’ll skip it. I will never skip the liquid liner (also black).

As I’ve aged, I’ve learned that less is more. My mother always did say this would happen, as I caked my terrible skin in crud and layered on the spider lashes. She was spot on (pun intended).

I never really liked the feel of foundation on my skin, but it always felt like a never-ending battle. You were damned if you covered your face, damned if you didn’t. As I was growing into a woman, having bad skin made me feel inferior; less than a real person. There were times that I didn’t leave the house at all just because I felt so hideous.

Now I wear a primer, minimal concealer/foundation (thankfully I finally grew out of the adult acne of my twenties, I think it was down to stress), a subtle liquid flick and a coat or two of black mascara.

Kohl is optional but I only really leave it out of my routine if it’s mega hot or I have to lookEEMAbsoluteBlackLiner_tn smart. I will always love make-up, I think it’s an incredible tool for so many reasons, I’m just glad I don’t need to lean on it as much as I did.

So what are your favourite brands, products, styles? Do you remember Coffee Shimmer? Do you have any recommendations? Hit me up!