Seeing as I’m giving my blog a bit of a shake up over the next few months, one of the categories I want to resurrect is What’s Not To Love Wednesday, where I’ll be focussing on something that makes me trill with delight (trill? Well…you know what I mean.) And, unlike the rest of my blog, it may not have anything to do with beauty and wellbeing specifically – thought whatever it is, will always bring a frisson of joy into your life – a bit of glowology!
There’s definitely a time and place for long, relaxing treatments that encompass beauty and wellbeing, or for those slightly invasive techniques that delve a bit deeper into your skin concerns and may leave you with a day or two of downtime. And that’s all well and good, but with Christmas around the corner and not enough hours in the day, I want no-fuss, get-me-looking-good-right-now kind of help.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m a summertime girl – flip flops, cocktails and beaches are up there on my list of favourite things and sunshine is always guaranteed to lift my mood. But when winter comes around, it can be a different story. As much as I enjoy parts of it, such as sparkly fairy lights, mulled wine and comfort foods, I really have to be ready for the bleaker days ahead, so I need to pull out the happy-makers to blast away the dark day doldrums!
In a world where 50 year olds are shopping alongside their teenage daughters in Top Shop (hello, me!) and giving those Lulu Lemon clad 20-somethings a run for their money in the gym (hello, me! Oh. Wait. No, that isn’t me. But it is women over 50 that I know) then I reckon we can drop the middle-aged tag and just be us. Age-free, fuss-free and label-free!
Like many bloggers, I’ve had my ups and downs in the blogosphere. Some days I’ve been excitedly making plans about what I could write about or how I could develop my blogging skills, maybe by learning more about photography, attending blogging courses and meeting up with other like-minded bloggers. Other days I’ve been a bit ‘meh, blogging schmogging’. And sadly, it’s been more of the latter vibe lately.
Do you ever feel you just need a place to get away and restore the brain batteries? A place where you can grab a bit of peace and quiet, where you won’t being disrupted every 5 minutes by a slobbering labrador wanting food/walks or a teen that’s lost her college pass, homework, purse, mobile….? I do! Being freelance definitely has its advantages but there are a few downsides, so finding a hub of tranquility among busy London life is ideal…Well, I found it and it’s called Gazelli House!
That Indian Summer kept dipping its head in and out of the first days of autumn, didn’t it? Last week I did the dog walk in waterproof boots because it was muddy at the park, changed into flip flops for a meeting (gold, special ones ;-)) because the sun was out and because I’d just painted my toenails a lovely red/orange and then left the meeting a few hours later, squelching through puddles with a scarf wrapped around my head to shield off the wind and rain! Wow, do excuse me for that terribly British weather update but here’s what I’m getting at…
Who else tries to limit themselves to 10 minutes max on the Daily Mail Online? And who else fails miserably, winding up goggly eyed, scrolling through stories about which Z-list celebs have just secured a £10,000,000,000,000 contract to be the Face of Flatulence or whatever new perfume/makeup/clothing line is hoping to be the next Kardashian inspired money making hit? I really hope I’m not alone here! Now, apart from the reality TV tripe, there is often a story or two that catches my eye, like the recent one by extremely talented novelist, Raffaella Barker, where she writes about feeling invisible at times and imparts the ways she has helped overcome that. So, my question to you is: Do you ever feel invisible?
What even is midlife anymore? As a little girl, I thought 40 was middle aged, but now I’m 50 and I think…am I there yet? The ageing goalposts have definitely moved and I think, overall, it’s a good thing. We are now supposed to be a nation of pro-agers and being ageist is just not tolerated anymore…is it?
There has to be an exclamation at the end of this post title or how else will you hear me SHOUTING about Saturday 12th August?! I’m still buzzing from the excitement of the weekend and for once, it’s not just because of the coffee. I won’t make this a long one (or at least I’ll try not to) but I feel I have to write this down because I want to remember it forever…
When the sun decided to get its shiny little act together around May this year and flatter us with some much needed rays, my thoughts turned immediately to my feet. Panic stricken at the state of my toenails and in a flummox about where I’d stashed last year’s summery footwear (my dog walking boots had been permanently stuck to my feet since last October), I had a mini melt down. It took copious amounts of coffee and a DIY pedi SOS with the brightest nail polish I could find to calm the situation. Now, all I needed were some decent summery shoes…
There’s been a restlessness in the air or maybe it’s just a bit of a summer shake-up? Maybe – most likely – it’s the thought of my upcoming 50th. But, whatever it is, I have decided to make some changes…
A few months ago, I was walking down Chiswick High Road feeling a bit fed up with myself. My workload was pretty heavy and I hadn’t made time to get to any exercise classes. Lack of workouts tend to send me into a downward spiral when it comes to my mood and what I eat. In fact, my diet has been pure pants…No, no, no…I haven’t been surviving on a strict diet of Y-fronts and boxers but ‘pants’ as in ‘rubbish’ i.e., pizza, crisps, chocolate, bread, and more chocolate. Really, there has been no holds barred when it comes to carbs and sugar.
2017 is not a bad time in which to be almost 50 or, in fact 60, 70 and beyond. Not only do we have amazing role models in the public eye like Susan Sarandon and Dame Helen Mirren who give the youngsters a run for their money on the red carpet – even overshadowing them sometimes – with their sheer sass and chutzpah. But the over 40s blogging scene is exploding with fabulous women celebrating their age and giving a two finger salute to anyone who dares tell them they ‘shouldn’t be doing this’…or ‘wearing that’ at ‘your age’….O.M.G. The very thought…excuse me while I take a moment!
We all have dreams don’t we? Well, we should, I think. They’re what motivates us and pushes us along to achieve the things in life that are important to us. The things that matter. Dreams can be strong and guide you with tunnel vision to exactly where you’re meant to be. And when they do? Bingo! You’ve hit the jackpot in lif
Last October I visited one of my favourite non-surgical clinics, S-Thetics in Beaconsfield, to try out the new fat-zapping, body-sculpting technology, SculpSure by Cynosure. So, before you read on, you can catch up on the excitement and my experience here
I hope you all had a wonderful Easter and a relaxing looooooooong weekend! I know I did. So busy
drinking cocktails relaxing was I that I barely bothered to check my Twitter and Instagram accounts and even Facebook only got a cursory daily scroll through. Putting FOMO (that’s Fear Of Missing Out, mother) aside, I found that I really liked my mini digital detox and have vowed to do it more often.
If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you’ll know that I am a little bit easy-breezy in my attitude to looking and feeling fab as I age. Yes, I like to try to look and feel my best (as much as life getting in the way allows) but I like it to be e-a-s-y. It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s more that I like things to be achievable and sustainable – not too much faff, you know?
At the beginning of February I was invited in to see the lovely team at Bodyvie Medi-clinic in Richmond to talk about their latest treatment – the Bios Square Epil Laser which, I’m told, is the fastest permanent hair removal laser in the world and up to 3 times faster than standard hair removal lasers. I’d been in a slight panic about my woolly mammoth legs for some time – but seeing as the weather hasn’t exactly been leg-baring, I’d felt safe enough. However, the odd flash of furry ankles during fitness classes recently had me deciding I can’t hold off anymore – so, I began to think, ‘why not be fuzz-free forever?’
In January, I was invited along with 9 other bloggers, to try out the reformulated No7 Lift & Luminate Skincare Range for one month and report back with my findings…
As a child, I used to look up to my mum as if she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen – I still do! The waft of her Rive Gauche fragrance as she glammed up at her dressing table, ready to go out on the town with dad, the perfect roast dinners she made on a Sunday and her health and beauty rituals such as massaging in a face-full of cold cream before sleeping and the sharing out of spoonfuls of Cod Liver Oil with the family.