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OCTOBER FAVOURITES

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Hello poppets, as a lady of my word here I am, writing more regularly. First of all, happy Guy Fawkes Night and second of all, it’s been a long time since I bored you all senseless with the bits and bobs that have made me a happy bunny this month, and it was whilst being overcome with emotional feelings towards a tub of ice cream that I realised I should probably get back into the swing of things.

Which brings me here…

 

BODY SHOP SHADE ADJUSTING DROPS
Shoutout to all the human’s graced with skin tones that make up brands are highly unaccommodating to. It’s a bloody frustrating existence and I have just the thing you for you because it has become a staple life-saver in my little world for the past few months. You give the dropper a wee squish, drop a couple drops into your foundation and Bob’s your uncle. The best part is that unlike our tried and trusted moisturiser trick, the coverage of your foundation isn’t affected at all. (Another bonus it’s only a friggin’ tenner.)

MTV’S SCREAM
Hi, I’m Alice, I start shows nine decades late and form overbearing attachments to fictional characters. Yes, guys, it’s a Walking Dead situation all over again. Holy fluffin’, where do I start with this show? My mantra for the two seasons I’ve binge-watched in a less than a fortnight – yes, I know.. A fortnight – has been “never saw that coming”. Excuse my amateur dramatics but, I fear I may not be able to last the year and a half until season three.

FRUIT AND HERBAL TEA
I love tea. I love everything there is to love about tea. Life falling apart? Have no fear, a cuppa will officially fix it. However, I’ve never been the sort of person to be anything other than indifferent toward herbal/fruit tea, there’s just never been an occasion in which I’ve crossed paths with it. I’ve always been that uneducated twerp in the room that thought if a cuppa didn’t have milk and three sugars in it, it wasn’t worth my time of day. Until I found myself drawn to a cute af box of berry tea and boy was I missing out. I feel a tea collection coming on.

PRIMARK SKIN CARE
If someone told me when I was a teenager that as an adult I’d be publicly giving high praise to Primark skincare products, I would have crawled into a dark space and never shown my face the light of day again. But I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the quality of what’s on their shelves of late. Gone are the days of Primark’s beauty products being limited to three orange foundation shades and a few lipsticks that looked like they belonged taped to a kids magazine. Thanks to Primark and their new ‘go hard or go home’ attitude, I can now end my day with a hot cloth cleanser that feels utterly magical… And lemme tell you, that magical feeling feels all that more magical when it cost a pretty lil’ £4.

CANDLES, CANDLES, MORE CANDLES
“You don’t need another candle, you already have candles.” – Greig being completely naive about the sheer volume of candles I could quite possibly need in one home. Which, let me tell you lads, isn’t going to get any easier as the autumn rolls around and Yankee Candle release new Christmas scents. Poor bugger doesn’t know what’s hit him.

MARSHMALLOW BODY WASH
I’d like to give my sincerest thanks to Imperial Leather this month, because if it wasn’t for them October’s greatest discovery wouldn’t have ever happened. They’ve got a range of bath/shower products that smell so good you’d be mistaken for thinking they wouldn’t taste like downing a bottle of dish soap. I never would’ve thought that there’s nothing more heavenly than feeling like you’re taking a shower with a Flump. (How good were they by the way? Childhood throwback happening here.)

HALLOUMI
Yes, I’m a vegetarian. Yes, I’m about to write an entire paragraph about how in love I have fallen with halloumi. Yes, I am aware of the cliche. However, bear with me here my little nuggets, because for the longest time I completely avoided it in the belief it was merely a fad. Then one day, I don’t know what made me do it, I ordered a halloumi burger instead of my usual macaroni cheese. Which lead to an entire meal of my forcing Greig to listen to how halloumi was my greatest life discovery…

RAINBOW LILIES
For the past two months, there hasn’t been a day in which my kitchen table hasn’t had a vase full of rainbow lilies on it, thanks to Tesco and their babe of an ingenious plan to dye my favourite flowers the brightest blue I’ve ever seen in my near twenty-four years. Bonus points for them only being £6.

WINTER
Now, this may seem like I’m losing the plot here, but I am so ready for winter. Let’s face it, Scottish summer is roughly four days of proper sun and the rest is only marginally recognisable by the fact the rain gets warmer. So after the moving process of clearing out my wardrobe required me to go through so many of my clothes, I found myself happily loving on my biggest, winteriest, comfiest sweaters. The situation spiralled somewhat and I require it to be Christmas, like, tomorrow. Okay? Thanks, fellas.

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DEAR DIARY: MY NEW ROOMMATE’S A BIT WEIRD.

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Jk, guys. I’ve moved in with Greig.

We only went and bloody did it, didn’t we? I mean it wasn’t exactly a laid out plan, but when a babe of a place with a converted attic, comes on the market, what’s a girl to do?

To be perfectly honest, we went into the viewing with an ‘we probably won’t go for it, but it’s always good to have a look’ kind of attitude… Then I immediately fell in love with the place. Meanwhile, Greig’s face had an expression which can only be described as ‘I could put my sound system in this attic’, painted all over his wee face.

It’s been a ridiculously stressful couple of months, but we’ve finally made it. We’re almost all unpacked, we’ve had all the ‘how many jars of screws do you possibly need’ and the ‘how many pairs of shoes can you own’ domestics there is to have and we moved in a fortnight ago.

Not to mention the most important of all days have just gone by… We had our internet put in. I am officially back living in the twenty-first century.

It’s true what they say, you’ve no idea just how much stuff you actually own until it comes time to pack it. The mammoth task of moving it all and unpacking has been tackled, so you shall soon be bombarded with one too many pretty pictures of said house.

Wish me luck poppets… I live with a boy!

CHANEL AT A THIRD OF THE PRICE

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As I stand here on my seventh shift in a row, my clothes barely match, my hair is an unkept mess and I’m very much makeup-less. However, all of this has been overshadowed and the compliments just keep rolling in about my perfume.

Now, if I had been blessed with being born into royalty I would personally see to it that I bathed in Chanel every single day. But as we are aware, I wasn’t, so the odd bottle here and there will have to suffice. (Insert quiet sobbing here.)

I am, however, going to go out on a limb here and controversially claim that the perfume I’m wearing today is a pretty damn good “I’m in between Chanel bottles” replacement, and it’s Hollister’s perfume Cali Vibes. Which at £19 is a third of the price of the reigning throne.

Just to emphasise the eery similarities between the two, I walked past my Mum this morning and she just about toe punted me out the window for “stealing her Chanel”. If you can fool a seasoned Chanel veteran like my mother, you can fool anyone.

While I think we all understand that it’s no replacement, just trust me on this. I smell like a florist threw up on me.