Tuesday, 27 June 2017

How to live life to the full

Hello beauts hope you are all well, today I'm writing another positive post, in view of so much sad things around at the moment and me knowing 4 people my age with terminal illness I thought it was time to reflect on positive things and blessings.  I'm a massive believer in life is too short to not enjoy it and for me I love travelling and going different places and doing that with my children as that is what makes happy memories.
If you can't go abroad then going to the park or for a nice walk is just as good, fresh air and quality time with your family is priceless and doesn't matter where you are.
If like me you suffer from anxiety or depression sometimes you may not feel that your life is positive or you can even live your life to the full but with that my best advice is to take small steps every day and try and dig out positive aspects of your life and what I'm trying to remember that your kids are only little kids for such a short time they grow up so quickly and then don't want to do things with you when they get older.
I have started doing exercise now to, I used to shut off when I heard people talk about going to the gym or running and think how boring and actually I don't do any of those things but I do an exercise class with wicked music that helps me through it, I don't find it one bit boring and I actually really love it and I get home and feel good and less stressed when I do that.
If you have lots of friends try and meet up where possible and spend time with them, people are very busy with life but try and fit in time for your friends you need them as much as they need you. And to have a good laugh and a giggle is something to look back on when you don't feel too great.

I'm a firm believer of not saving for when I'm old this doesn't mean it's advisable and not for everyone, I think to myself sod it spend it now, if I do get to old age il be skint but at least il have good memories a good skincare collection and I will have good memories with the kids.

What do you do to live your life to the full??

Laura



Sunday, 11 June 2017

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 

Thursday, 8 June 2017

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