My micro blading experience

Hey guys much more of a light hearted post compared to my other ones,  today I'm talking about ya browz in real terms your eyebrows, I've always heard bloggers, makeup artists and anyone who knows there stuff say how important your eyebrows are to your face and that they really frame your face.  So for years I've been plucking my eyebrows to within an inch of there life and then with any gaps I've been left with I've been filling in so badly.  I have bought every product and brush known to man to try and give me the brows I have wanted but I've sadly failed.
And then I heard of people having there eyebrows tattooed and I had been toying with that idea for ages but never actually done it.
And then I heard of microblading and I was like ok what is that?  "Microblading is a form of tattooing, unlike a regular tattoo where pigment is implanted under your skin with a manual handheld tool instead of a machine, hair like strokes are drawn with the tool to mimic natural hairs in your brows"

Now my eyebrows are pretty straight naturally and I didn't have an arch at all, so the space between my eyelid and the top of my eyebrow was literally non existent.  It was only when I had my makeup done for my birthday and the artist gave me a really definite arch I realised how much it could transform your whole look and I decided to give it a go.

I booked in with a reputable salon and seen loads of examples of her work and done it, I had numbing cream put on the areas needed and she left that to take effect, once she started I could hear a scraping noise which I wasn't loving but I couldn't feel anything.  It did take a while I honestly felt like I had been in the salon for hours and was loosing the will to live but then it was done.  I was really happy with the results though and the lady booked me in for a further 4 weeks for a top up.  The environment was really clean and sterile which again is essential when having a treatment like this done.

So today i returned for my top up and this is essential for any patches to be filled in and to keep your colour nice and fresh, the colour can be adapted to suit any hair colour and skin colour so that they look as natural and non fake as possible.  Today didn't take half as long as they first did, and the bonus was I didn't hear that scrapy sound either, so truthfully I could have gone asleep and I wouldn't have felt a thing.  The only thing that freaks me out is when I wake up in the morning makeup free my eyebrows are completely done and I look so funny as they are perfect and then you have my non makeup face ha ha.

If your considering it, it is worth it, I have to return every year now for a top up and I should always have nice eyebrows.

Hope you enjoyed this post

Laura 

Real life How I Escaped a cult growing up.

Hey guys hope your well, wow this title is deep isint so unlike my normal I like this tan or face highlighter post but I've been thinking a lot about this all recently and thought I would share it particularly if it can help anyone.
So about me you may know that I'm in my forties and currently live in Wales growing up my "dad" was in the RAF so I lived in lots of places but ended up in Scotland as a small child along with my brother who I was just over two years older than.  Being a little girl I remember quite a happy childhood when I was say 6 years odd but that all changed when my families religion changed from my father being a Catholic and my "mum" being a non practising Methodist to a different religion that I won't name but you may guess when you read on. I noticed that a lot changed the Christmas tree was thrown away and I didn't have birthday presents or parties anymore, and nor did my brother, I will say my father wasn't part of the new religion but he agreed with the stopping of birthdays and Christmas. At school I was taken out of participating in Christmas concerts in mixing with the children out of school and not allowed to receive or give presents, I remember being stuck in a room on my own whilst the other children enjoyed christmas parties and not enjoying that feeling.

Attending the meetings (talks about god etc) where very regular, I personally hating walking there we would be made to do the three mile trip there by foot three times a week in all weathers, I don't think I missed one even if I was unwell. So I got to about eleven years old and then my parents told us we were moving to Wales I was quite excited about this, being a kid I thought this was a great adventure new school new friends and hopefully not having to attend those meetings.  Little did I know that my life was going to get a whole lot worse.
The move was complete and my brother and myself were put into new schools, I settled ok, and was invited to lots of places but I was never allowed to go, I don't know what changed in my dad but I started beating my mother really really badly and they would be arguing constantly, he started drinking extremely heavily and that did not help matters. Whilst all this was going on I still was attending this church.  My mother became more and more iratic in her behaviour and would shout at me whilst on the way to the church, if I didn't participate in the meeting she would hit me on the back of the head with her hand or worse get the microphone and hit me on the head with that it was mortifying.
Home life was getting increasingly worse, I was now 13 and my brother 11 and my father was beating my brother all the time and throwing so much emotional abuse at him, in the end my brother stopped going to school and ended up running away from home and getting into trouble.  I was being made to go to the betting shops and stand outside and ask old men to put bets on for my dad as he wouldn't leave the house and then I would have to get people to get cans of beer and cigarettes for me to take home for him to, this was daily, my brother didn't return home after this he ended up at young offenders institutes which was awful, meanwhile back at home the beatings went to me.  I was still having to go to the church and disguise my bruises my swellings and my tears.  I wasn't allowed to discuss what was going on,
I sat my exams and I really do not know how I did it without falling apart I was desparate to get away from the church and my situation at home, I remember being scared going to bed and going to sleep in fear as many times my father would drag me out of bed by the hair and pull me down the stairs and scream swear at me and beat me, he would continuously tell me how ugly and horrible I was so naturally I thought I was.  I begged my mum to help me but she wouldn't listen to me, I was now 19 and I was mentally and physically battered, I had been beaten 4 nights continuously and was a wreck, the church were having a party (gathering) In a house in Cardiff and I begged to go, I couldn't believe I was allowed to go, I went and was told to be home by 11 bearing in mind I was 19, I was enjoying myself and realised it was 12 o'clock and at that moment I decided I wasn't going to return home and I never did.
For three years after that night I would go to work and my mother used to wait in the bus stop and thrust letters in my hand,, she wouldn't talk to me, she said she wasn't allowed as I had left the church to, she said she couldn't have anything to do with me anymore, the letters were very long and rambling and didn't make any sense at all. But in essence she wouldn't bother with me anymore.

So where am I at now, well I'm 43 years old, my parents are now living in Reading, I do not see them at all anymore, I have seem them once 15 years ago and that was when my brother died, but I don't anymore, if you think I'm harsh not having things to do with them this has been a long thoughtful decision, I am a mother to three children myself and I would never ever treat them in this way or force them into a religion either.  I would say that I haven't been left unscaved by them and I struggle with a lot of things, I was never shown love or affection by them, so I do find it hard to be loving loving if that makes sense, I know I'm not ugly but it's taken me a long time to realise that but the feeling of escaping the clutches of the religion were and have been overwhelming some of my memories have been lost of my childhood I don't know if it's because of trauma but I can't remember them, but now I'm happy and living a normal life.

So if your in a similar position or scared you cannot get out of something you can be brave strong and do it, you won't look back.

Laura xx

Does ageism exist when your a blogger

Well hello lovelies hope your all well, today's post isint my normal look I've bought a fab shampoo or look at the bling of this highlighter today's post is about a more prevelant thought.

As an avid twitter user although no I don't have thousands of followers etc, I like twitter for promoting my blog, competitions and seeing what is going on in the world I have noticed a change in the last four years.  Whereas when I started blogging I couldn't give a rats ass about my age my weight my bank balance and what bag I carry, I started blogging as a hobby and I consider it still that way.
However I have noticed that bloggers do seem to get on if they are the size 8/10 perfect hair chanel bag carrying type, this is not meant as a swipe by all means I myself have been in the size 8/10 category I just didn't have the Chanel bag or the perfect hair... But what about the talent and the personality first.  Why can't bloggers succeed because they are older a bit more lined and have a bit more junk in there trunk.

I've seen big bloggers who are a bit older and shall we say not as stereo typical looking as the run of the mill types get terrible abuse on Instagram saying some awful things.why even people even type these terrible things i will never know what gain do people have from belittling people.  Why shouldn't people who are a bit older or a bit different looking do a lovely contour look, or a nice glitter eye why not??? Or do a nice outfit post who cares if they are a size 20, everyone is beautiful and unique and what are we telling these younger girls that unless your perfect you won't succeed, why my words to that is kiss my age as the lovely Jules a fellow blogger says, she rocks the outfits posts and her positivity is refreshing... age doesn't matter we are all succesful and we all can look amazing we need to stick together and support.

Here is my kiss my age picture, sporting lashings of glitter highlighter and bronzer and I don't care....yes I'm old but I'm not growing old typically why should I.


Laura x

Wella Oil Reflections Lumionous Shampoo

I had been sent this shampoo and conditioner a couple of months ago to try and I loved it so much I ordered the mega 1000ml size it must be a salon size as it's huge, I didn't realise it didn't come with a pump though so when the shampoo came without I just ordered that separately.  My hair is now just under the chin in a bob with purposely dark roots, it's then a while to get there so it's quite frazzled.

My hair is also very fine and flyaway to.

The shampoo is described as being able to offer a mirror like shine to dull hair, and I can say this is true, my hair is dull and bring processed to blonde doesn't shine very well at all. But that being said my work mates have commented and said my hair does look more shiny recently win win. 

Ingredient wise Camellia Oil and White Tea extract are present which help to moisture the hair from roof to tip without weighing down the hair.  Now scent wise some people have described it as floral I personally don't I think it's more of a fresh clean scent, I love the smell and thats one of the things that made me buy it, I can smell it on my hair for hours after washing it, I love that as it makes me feel clean and that my hair is clean.  

I bought the conditioner that matches the shampoo to but you know how it goes the shampoo always runs out first so I figured it would make more sense to get the large shampoo and normal sized conditioner as they will probably run out at the same time now haha.

I know Wella have a new range out now to called FUSION my beady eye is on that to, but let's see how long this takes me to use up.  Another reason I love this is my opinion is that if you have a nice haircut and you colour your hair to, you need to look after that colour, so that's another reason in my justification in buying posh products.

It may help to know I picked up this huge size for £20 which is a bargain as it's normally £40 I can't remember the site but if you scour the net you should be able to find a good deal to.


Laura x 

Forty third birthday celebrations

Scary that in seven years il be fifty but hey live life to the full I say, so with that in mind it was rude to not organise a birthday night out well starting at 5pm ok so early evening.  You don't realise how much effort it is to get ready for a night out, pre prepping is all about the tan, the nails, the hair then on the day it's the makeup.  My early morning started with football matches for my littlest then more football through the day.  So bit of a final rush to get ready.  We decided to go out local as it's easier to get home and if you have a good drink you don't really want to be sitting in a taxi for twenty minutes feeling queasy sore feet and just dying to get in.

So this was the start hair done by my clever niece I wanted a nice clean blonde with dark roots and that's what she did, literally a hair angel so lucky the poor girl is local as I'm always pestering her I think I'm enough to put her off hair.

And here she is all ready I know she's my niece but what a gorg she is.  She's such fun as well and always has a smile on her face.

And me complete with a top I had for my birthday from a little boutique in Cardiff from my best friend... Makeup mainly Mac Charlotte Tilbury and Armani. 

So a late afternoon tea which was gorgeous washed down with copious amounts of Prosecco.

Now don't be deceived by this little ensemble. Inside this copper teapot was a cocktail which was called Cherry Bakewell and was absolutely stunning, but absolutely lethal and very strong I'm sure it was neat alcohol but really nice.  We always start off so sophisticated and it ends up a little bit messy but why not being 43 is not so bad.

Laura 

Skinny Tan Express Mousse*

Hi guys hope you are all well, this week I'm limbering up for my birthday, it's my 43rd so no stranger to birthdays as I've had lots now as I'm climbing up the numbers, that's not to say I can't still prep like a teen for my nights out he he, well admittedly it's a lot tougher these days.  One thing I like do now before a night out is fake tan, I just feel personally a bit more body confident and happier with a bit of colour, years ago I favoured the orange shades nowadays I prefer more of a glow and a healthier natural look.  I was really kindly sent some skinnytan to me to try.  I had seen ads popping up for this on my Facebook and I had heard a little about it but hadn't actually bought any, I think the initial price may have put me off hence I'm glad I tried it now was il fill you in now.

So I was sent the Express Mousse including the Mitt, the express mousse is developed so if you are rushing to go out and need your tan in quick time then you can, you leave it for an hour and you get a medium colour leave it longer and you will get it darker.  I have to say hands down  and I kid you not this is the best smelling tan I have ever come across a fresh coconut smell which reminds me of going on holiday is what you get with this, no awful biscuit smell, no wet sticky tacky feel either on application I was more than happy with this, also I have to tell you about the mitt, this mitt is literally goals, it feels soft to the touch made with velvet and dark brown so no lovely tan stains, easy to wash and look after, this mitt is beautiful.

In my humble personal opinion the mitt is so well thought of as it's one of my gripes when you take your time to do your tan and make sure you don't have streaks and then you take the mitt of and you have tanned palms it drives me insane.  But I didn't get this using the mitt.

So back to the tan I used it for an hour and had a light soft glow, my personal preference is leaving it on over night and showering in the morning as I prefer a slightly deeper colour which lasts longer.  It was a little patchy round my ankles but I didn't exfoliate them enough so make sure you do this and moisturise your ankles first.  I got a good solid 5 days out of this tan, I also liked the fade off to, it didn't look weird it actually faded off very naturally.  

Now back to the price point it's not the cheapest tan around, however in this case I will say if you like a nice smelling tan with an excellent colour pay off then it's worth getting. 

Roll on my birthday celebrations with a nice healthy tan,

Laura

*PR sent for consideration for review

Afternoon tea at the Hilton and Dirty Martinis

So my bestest friend in the world recently turned 40 and had not long had a baby so she didn't want a mad weekend away much to all our disappointment, I was hoping for a weekend in Ibiza or even Marbella even if I would be in bed by 10pm. So with these plans aside I arranged a night day out in our hometown of Cardiff.  I booked Afternoon Tea at the a hilton for 25 of us with prosecco and then a booth at Dirty Martini.

We all took our children to football in the morning and then had the mad dash to get home to get all ready for our day out.  We all met at the local pub then took a train into town to get to the Hilton. The manager came to introduce himself which was lovely and then we were seated until our food arrived. We were topped up with endless amounts of prosecco which trust me is hard work in the afternoon.  There were other parties present to another 40th celebration and a 30th birthday also.  I was secretly giggling there was an elderly lady in one of the parties who's prosecco had gone right to her head and she was slumped in the chair I thought it's normally me who's like that.  Anyway we had a great afternoon and such a good laugh, going back and for the toilet was a nightmare it felt about three miles away from our room but never mind eating all those sandwiches and cake the walking is probably a good thing.

So we finished up here then walked through the shopping arcades to Dirty Martini, I haven't visited Dirty Martini before and I was impressed with how smart the staff were and how smart the place was, we arrived just in time for happy hour and we made way through the cocktail menu.  So our night just got better and better and the laughs louder and longer.  We caught the last train home and literally had the best day ever.

Laura