I have glasses. Bet you didn’t know that about me. To be honest, I don’t wear them very often because my eyesight is actually OK, I just have something tedious called astigmatism – which I have just Googled and is apparently ‘an optical defect in which vision is blurred due to the inability of the optics of the eye to focus a point object into a sharp focused image’. Wow, that’s dull.
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The winter allows you to get away with all sorts of short-cuts and laziness when it comes to your appearance. Well it does me, anyway. Why shave your legs when it’s so horrendously cold you’re going to wear your opaque tights to bed anyway? Why file and paint your toenails when the mere thought of doing anything barefoot makes you shiver? Why worry about your hair when you’re just going to tuck it under a hood or put it in a winter-friendly chignon (i.e. neck-warming bundle)? Continue reading…
There is an area behind the TV that resembles liguine and EVERYONE in our house (including the toddler) understands more about it than me. I’m talking wires. They’re just not my thing. A TV, a DVD player, a video (still used due to the amount of Postman Pat available in this format from charity shops) and now a Wii. It’s a scary place. And if something goes wrong, then I’ll have to sit and watch a screen that says ‘Menu Options’ or similar until the man with the beard gets home. Continue reading…
I’m not really a hat person. Usually, my mop of hair is enough in itself to keep my head warm. But this winter I was forced by the extreme temperatures to become one, and it wasn’t a comfortable experience. I had to invest in a head-covering that did slightly more on a thermal scale than my manky tresses – but how much of a ‘statement’ was I meant to make? Continue reading…
‘Hardy’. ‘Tough’. ‘Outdoorsy’. If I could have a crisp fiver for every time I’ve been described as one of these… well, I’d be totally skint. Truth is, I’m a southerner. And even now, years after moving north of the border, I am frequently amazed at the fact that I have ended up living somewhere so poxy cold. I am often found standing by radiators, wearing an amount of layers normally seen on an OAP being cautious during a cold snap, and growling about the fact that there is clearly something wrong with the boiler/ thermostat/ world.
And don’t get me started on the beauty issues that go alongside living in the polar regions of the UK. No, actually, do get me started, because this is what today’s product chat is all about. Now, I’m sure that warmer climes come with their own dilemmas too, but frankly, I have very little sympathy for people who only have a bit of heat rash to worry about. So here are my five top tips for looking lovely when you feel like you live in Minsk. And I’m sure you’ll agree, they’re very, very timely. Continue reading…
Getting ready to go out: oh what fun it used to be. That bubbly bath with an even bubblier glass of bubbly (OK, Lambrusco. I was young. And poor)… The hours of outfit decisions (centring around a range of lycra-based items from Next, sadly)… Blow-drying my not-very-compliant hair until it was smooth as Kylie’s (for about 4 minutes before it curled back up again)…
These days it’s more likely to be a swift shower with my head poking out of the curtain to repeatedly shout “DON’T YOU DARE put that down the toilet”. To my toddler, not my husband. Usually.
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