Tuesday, 29 May 2012

STUFF . . .

It's funny how you don't always notice the point when you are over something. It only comes to you later on, and then you realise that something, those yucky feelings you'd been having for months, are no longer there, and they haven't been for quite some time.

For me, that realisation came the other day during an unexpected chat with my ex. I suddenly realised that, although I cared about him, I no longer had the feelings for him I once had. The desire for us to get back together. The misery I'd felt that he'd caused me in the messed-up, drawn-out aftermath of our break-up last summer. That constant feeling of walking on eggshells, not knowing if our when he was going to dump our so-called friendship - a friendship which, at the time, was bourne mainly out of my own desire to keep the lines of contact open in hope of a reconciliation

It had all changed now though. I felt relaxed around him. I felt, for the first time, that maybe we actually could PROPERLY be friends. I wanted him to find the woman of his dreams and be happy. I wasn't holding onto bad feeling about him anymore.

And, most importantly, it had actually been WEEKS since I'd felt horrible about the whole thing.

In those weeks since those feelings went away, slipped away without me even noticing, a lot has happened. I've realised that I was perhaps a bit close-minded when it comes to my life, to the way I do things. I've done a couple of things I would never have considered doing before, things that I was never really impulsive enough to do. I'm not talking massive things, like sky-diving or base jumping or whatever. I'm talking things like flirting with a guy I've never met before - or offering out my phone number in the space of 20 minutes or so. These are big steps for me. Honestly.

There's a saying somewhere about how the best way to get over a man is to get under another. I don't believe in that really. I don't need to get over anything anymore. There's no longer anything to get over.

At the same time, there's a lot to be said for the getting under part too. Regardless . . . ;-)

Monday, 7 May 2012

TIME TO BE SERIOUS...

I've read a couple of blog posts recently about people who are essentially finding themselves in a blogging funk or considering giving up blogging. It made me think a bit.

A lot of this seemed down to the fact that they were feeling under pressure to present their posts in a certain way, to promote themselves more, to post a certain thing on a certain day. Or they felt under pressure because they spent too much time looking at their stats. Or they just didn't think that blogging was what it used to be, and if we didn't remember that, then we knew nothing.

I don't know. It all kind of upset me, if I'm honest.

No one should be feeling pressure because of a blog. And, also, just because some people maybe were later to the blogging bandwagon doesn't mean they should feel patronised. Like they've missed out on something amazing by being late to the party.

When I first entered the blogosphere, I was completely blown away by it. The community was amazing, especially in forums like 20SB where you could meet all these people in the same place as you in terms of age and where they were in life etc. It was absolutely brilliant.

But here's the thing . . .

Blogging is STILL amazing.

People begin blogs for different reasons. Some are using them as a means to an end in terms of a business, social marketing ploy, whatever. Others have a niche they want to embrace. Some of us just want to write a fucking personal blog. In other words, it's our corner of the world and we want to write about whatever the hell we want to write about. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not, sometimes people read it, sometimes they don't. When it comes down to it though, if it's a personal blog, it's our space, our place to vent, to rant, to ask opinions of others (if we want to)... we can choose whether we want to post or whether we want to back off and leave it for a while.

You might get companies contacting you asking you to review stuff - you don't have to say yes! (Personally, I only say yes if I want to try the product - eg my post earlier today.) Ultimately, it's about what YOU want to do.

Remember this: no one is forcing you to post. Being a personal blogger is our own choice.

Don't get me wrong, I've been through these phases. I can actually understand why people feel this way, believe it or not.  For example: personally, I tend to post less when I'm happy. And when I'm happy, I'm REALLY not worrying about whether or not someone else in the world is upset about me taking a break. I'm still going to be there with my friends, the ones I've met online, if they need me though.

Friends are friends regardless of where you met them.

In the four/five years I have been part of the blogosphere I have met a lot of great friends... and I continue to do so. It's not forced or a friendship of convenience, it's a genuine friendship formed through sharing a lot of experiences and perhaps having a lot in common. In a lot of ways, blogging is still the same as it was back when I first started. In some ways, even more so . . . back then, i couldn't ever have imagined meeting the friends in real life that I have now as a result of my online life.

My very first bloggy friend was Chele - formerly known as the Tambourine Queen. I met her in the very early days of my blogging and I've never met her in real life . . . but we spent months emailing each other. She likened it to "Beaches". It was the closest internet friendship I have ever had with someone I haven't actually met... and I still do hope to meet her someday, in spite of the fact I live in Scotland and she lives in Thailand. Since then, I have met over the years many other friends I have met through blogging who have became great friends to me and who I get to see often (in particular the ones who live near me *waves to Smidge and Dawn). I've met up with girls from the other side of the Atlantic (well, one. Hopefully more one day.)

But, even though I have my shit days sometimes and think I want to quit, I'd always like to think my blog would still be there. Because I know I will want to come back to it, and too many good memories have came as a result of it. And so . . .

My lesson of the day is this:

Blogging is still fun.

And, when it comes down to it, blogging is completely what you choose it to be.

Two cents thrown into the ring. Over.

REVIEW: OSMO BERBER OIL COLLECTION . . .


I've been an unnatural blonde pretty much permanently since I was fifteen so, as you can probably imagine, seventeen years later my hair isn't in the fabbiest of conditions. Therefore I am a massive fan of intensive conditioner and serum, and am always looking for the Perfect Product that will make my hair a little bit happier.

A few weeks ago, I was approached to review some products made with argan oil, something I am a big fan of, having been using Lee Stafford's arganoil hair serum for some time now and finding it makes a slight difference to the condition of my hair. Argan oil, native to Morocco, is meant to have fantastic effects on the condition of hair. I was eager to give these a go so jumped at the chance.




The products I got to try were the Osmo Berber Oil Shampoo, Berber Oil mask and the Berber Oil hair treatment. I'd already tried the latter as I got some in the goody bag after the International Woman's Day in March, and I was quite impressed with it, but I was curious to see what the other products would be like.

The shampoo was the one I was a little dubious about as I wasn't quite sure if a shampoo which contained a lot of oil was a good idea. Despite my dry bleached hair, my roots can have a tendency to get greasy quickly, and there are certain shampoos which seem to exacerbate this. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find it actually felt like it was really cleaning my hair and it didn't have any greasy residue once I'd dried it. The mask also impressed - it says you can use it as a regular conditioner or as an intensive treatment by leaving it on longer - I like to leave my conditioner on for a few minutes at least - and it made my hair feel softer and silkier and less brittle than usual.

As for the treatment oil, I am definitely a big fan of this - it is quite a slow moving oil so I never end up pouring too much into my hand and overdoing it - you can build it up gradually and it does leave my ends (and strays) looking a bit healthier.


I don't think I'm ever going to find a MIRACLE hair product that is going to give me hair like a supermodel, but in terms of products that help my hair look that wee bit nicer than usual, I definitely think Osmo Berber Oil products are a winner for me!

(Please note: even though I was sent these products for review, this is 100% my own opinion.)


Have you ever tried products with argan oil in them?

Sunday, 6 May 2012

THE *NAIL* ON SUNDAY . . . ISSUE 3!!!

I've never quite been sure about nail polishes that produce a shatter effect when you paint them over another colour. They just never seem to look quite right on me . . . usually because I just paint them over a single colour. I started to think maybe because the shatter effect gives a textured look, it really needs to be painted over something that already HAS a bit of texture. And that is how this look came about . . .




I like this look. Obviously a shatter effect never looks alike on two nails, so even though I've done this a shitload of times now always using the same colours, the effect is always slightly different. And because of this, you also don't need to be too exact or precise with the colours underneath.

So how to recreate? It's actually pretty simple.


 I started off with a layer of blue in a fairly metalic shade. This one is Rimmel Lasting Finish in shade 198 Azure.
 After this, I applied red glittery nail polish across the top half of the nail. Like I said, it doesn't need to be too precise. I used Barry M nail paint in shade 150 Red Glitter. I tend to do two coats of this because it isn't particularly pigmented after one coat due to the glitter.


Then it's time for the shatter part - I used Barry M Nail Paint Instant Nail Effects "Crackle" - 311. This was black obviously (from the picture you can tell I mean!) I'm not very good at the whole shatter/crackle effect thing as i tend to put too much on, but it worked out okay, I reckon. I added a layer of clear nail polish with glitter on top of that - I figured it added a bit of an extra edge (and even more texture, while also smoothing out the roughness from the nail effects polish.) I'm quite happy with the look - it's sort of graffiti-meets-stained-glass-window. In my humble opinion, anyway!


What do you think of these nail effect nail polishes on the market at the moment, like crackle/shatter, or the magnetic effects ones? Have you tried any of these?

Saturday, 5 May 2012

THERE'S BEING HONEST, AND THEN THERE'S JUST BEING A DICK . . .

I was out last night with a couple of female friends. We couldn't decide where to head, and wanted something sorta cheapish-and-cheerfulish so we headed to the recently renovated Times Square. I was on the rose (of course) and my friends were on the voddies, and I guess I was trying to keep up as we were doing rounds.

Anyway, we were probably a couple of drinks in when this workie dude appeared at the fruit machine next to us. He was behind us but I commented to one of my friends that I kept catching him turning around and looking down her top (God was very generous with her when they were giving out boobies). Next thing, he was trying to join in our conversation. He had a rant about the "arseholes in suits" (or a variation on that theme) and then disappeared outside, presumably for a fag. Then he reappeared and tried to join our conversation again.

I think it was obvious we didn't really want him around. So he switched into wanker mode (yes, this has happened before with another guy). To my busty friend he said "You have nice eyes." (She really does.) "You have lovely hair." (All sounds good so far, right?) (Wait for it...) "But you're a bit heavy."

Yeah. For the record, she's not. She has a perfectly normal figure but, like I said, is very top heavy. Regardless though, the comment was totally unnecessary.

We were all so shocked at the comment, we kind of laughed but were horrified at the same time. He then went on to compliment my other friend, then told me "and you're just . . . you." Which could have meant anything but he THEN went on to tell me that I apparently have weird teeth and a weird mouth. I'm sooooo not going to be paranoid about that now, am I???

In the meantime, we were all still reeling at what he had said about my friend and were verbally attacking him about it. He was not remotely apologetic and tried to justify it by saying "I'm just being honest. If a woman says, do I look fat in this dress, I would just say to her 'it's not the dress that makes you look fat, it's your FAT that makes you look fat.' I'm just telling the truth!"

Now, my blood was boiling by this time. I pointed out that, regardless of whatever he might think, there WAS a difference between someone ASKING if they looked fat and him being honest (even if that was still a bloody rude response) and him just insulting a girl he didn't even know mid conversation.

I'm sure he still had an argument for that, but we couldn't even PRETEND to want to talk to him anymore. What an utter cock. We were pretty relieved when he finally decided to leave.

What is it with some guys that they think they can just spout shit like this at strangers they have just met? Seriously, do they actually think it's going to make us like them? I know that it's a well known fact that girls tend to prefer bad boys, but we don't actually like "arsehole wanker dickheads who tell us we look fat or weird".

And here ends my sermon for the day.


What do you think of this guy's behaviour?

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

ON NUMBERS . . .

I'm not really a people-watcher - except, for some reason, when I'm in the gym, then I am the curtain twitcher of the room. I guess because I'm trying to distract myself from the pain.

Anyway, since I'm generally in prime view of the doors, I watch the people come and go . . . and it astonishes me how many people don't know their passcode off my heart. I see so many pile-ups thanks to people having to check their phone for their code. I kinda feel like if they have to check what it is, then they can't really be coming all that much.

Which is weird, because I pretty much think I'm number dyslexic and find it nigh on impossible to remember most numbers... but I remember the ones i use all the time. This is namely my 1) online bank account access number 2)the long number across the front of my debit card. Anything else causes me a problem - even when I'm asked for my own mobile number I sometimes have to double check it first. But the gym number? I remember that with complete ease.

So I may have constant money problems, and spending problems, if you put two and two together on the other two numbers I know by heart, but at least it proves I've been going to the gym loads! Yay me!


Do you have problems with numbers?