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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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8-STEP WINTER FLU SURVIVAL GUIDE

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As you can probably deduce from the title of this post, I have been cruelly struck down in my prime. My life and all it contains came to an abrupt halt this week and I withdrew from any form of functional society to reside in my bed. The only signs of life that can be observed are the trail of junk food, numerous glasses of blackcurrant juice and the intense, not at all dramatic and totally justified wailing about how imminent my impending death is.

And yet, despite all this hardship, I’m surviving guys. So, here’s a little insight into how you can too when I finally break the internet barrier and take you all down with me:

 

1. GIVE IN. GIVE IN, TO THE DARK SIDE.

Trust me when I say this, do as little as humanly possible. Don’t move. Become horizontal and choose an unsuspecting loved one to unknowingly become your flu-related slave. Comparing yesterday, a day of rest, and today, a day in which I naively tried to function in society, I know which I’ll be replicating for the next twenty-four hours. And trust me, you should too.

2. TV, TV AND MORE TV.

Now that you’re sufficiently immobilised, the only thing that can begin to make your spirits feel lifted is what I like to call ‘easy-watching’ TV. Now, to me, this means the kind of familiarity which results in very minimal concentration, since you can already quote each episode in your sleep. Watch until your heart’s content and your mind has been sufficiently numbed. Examples of which include: Friends, How I Met Your Mother, Gilmore Girls and the wonder that is Gossip Girl.

3. JUNK FOOD – TRUST ME, I’M NOT A DOCTOR.

What is it they say again, starve a fever and feed a cold? Well, that’s just what I did. Now, I know there is a queue of health professionals out there ready to slaughter me for this. But don’t you even begin to try to tell me that your throat and all of the suffering that it’s endured so far won’t thank you for the entire tub of Ben and Jerry’s you’ve consumed.

4. ENOUGH WATER TO SINK THE TITANIC ALL OVER AGAIN.

If you’ve stuck around long enough to remember my nuggets of wisdom from last year in, “11 Things I Wish I Knew Before My Twenties“, then you’ll remember my waxing lyrical about the wonder of hydration. This is triply true when you’re incapacitated with the flu. If you think your impending flu-death is unpleasant, try your impending flu-death and dehydration on for size, you’ll never take your eye off the ball again.

5. COMFORT IS KEY.

You’re ill, you’re exhausted, you’re bloated from inhaling an entire tub of ice cream before Friends’ theme song has even begun. The only thing that’s going to improve this situation is blankets. Blankets, blankets and more blankets. And don’t forget that soft toy you pretend you didn’t purchase from the Disney store, to accompany you in your time of need.

6. DRESS TO IMPRESS.

If the person you’re trying to impress is a onesie designer, that is. The bigger, the fluffier and the more OTT, the better. Bonus points for each Disney character onesie you can find.

7. THE LONGER THE BATH, THE BETTER THE BATH.

I truly believe that the answer to everything is a good bath. This is only quadrupled in truth when one has been taken down by the flu. Overload on bubbles, you’ll instantly perk right back up.

8. LOUDLY ALERT YOUR LOVED ONES TO YOUR IMPENDING DEATH.

And if they are anything like my friends and family, you’ll immediately be met with a chorus of “SHUT UP”.

 

On that note guys, I’m off to return to my Night Nurse induced coma.

11 THINGS I WISH I KNEW BEFORE MY TWENTIES

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Here I sit, fetal, Winnie the Pooh pyjama clad, Pot Noodle in hand and water bottle tucked beneath my jumper. It’s a hormone extravaganza in here today, so what better to do than impart what little wisdom nuggets I have collected thus far…

 

1. Baking is good for the soul. – Never underestimate the power of baking. Those calories don’t count, you’re their ruler and creator, they can’t stage a coup.

 

2. Tea. Lots of tea. – I spent the first two decades of my time on the planet, blatantly defying the genetically inbuilt British tendency to drink tea and those are two decades of my tea-less life I will never get back. Sit back and let the beigey, warm goodness wash over life’s troubles.

 

3. You can’t please everyone, stop trying. – Are you a Nutella jar who’s recently acquired the ability to read? If not, chances are, you won’t be pleasing everyone anytime soon. Live your life, let them live theirs.. And eat Nutella. In vast quantities.

 

4. Non-padded bras are key to boob comfort. – There’s a fifteen-year-old version of myself, quietly rocking in a corner somewhere as I type this, but just trust me. It’s true. No, nobody can see your nipples. No, you don’t look strange. You are, however, embraced in a kind of boob comfort that money can indeed buy. It’s a boob hug waiting to happen, if you let it.

 

5. Comfy pants. – Following on from all the boob talk, let’s take a second to endorse the comfortable underwear. No matter how many times your teenage brain tells you that a Tammy Girl thong with monkeys printed upon it is a good idea, step away. Think about your options, come to terms with the fact that Bridget Jones really did have a clue and tell me how much better your day is when your butt has a hug.

 

6. Water. – You’re like a plant. – For some of us, staying hydrated is a chore. But hindsight is a wonderful thing and the dawning realisation that I spent the first two decades of my life severely dehydrated and didn’t need to suffer half the dull throbbing my brain was rewarding me with, has left me clutching at water bottles for life.

 

7. Red lipstick. – You want to look like an alluring 1940s siren? Red lipstick. You want to up the makeup ante, but cannot for the life of you, force your fingers to coordinate long enough to achieve eye makeup? Red lipstick. You wan-… Oh, you get the picture.

 

8. He’s not worth it. – Now, lets face it, by this point in our list-making you’re a red lipstick wearing, comfortable-boobed, tea-drinking, watered plant. So, it really should be a given that whoever he (or, she) is, they’re just not worth it. But, it often takes even the best of us far longer than they deserved for us to see this. If Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie can get over Brad Pitt, you can get over that fuckboy driving you to Maccy Dee’s in his 2007 Corsa.

 

9. Travel mugs. – Correct me if I’m wrong, but the only thing better than consuming vast quantities of caffeine, is consuming said vast quantities of caffeine whilst on the move. Not only do you have the added boosts of energy throughout the day, but you also combine that with the added suspense of, will I make it to the loo before the primary school classic ‘Stop The Bus I Need A Wee Wee’ becomes a tragic adult reality.

 

10. Life starts when you stop caring about what you look like. – Who knew I’d grow to regret the teenage years in which I would recreate the crying scene in Alice In Wonderland, in the Topshop fitting rooms? Who would’ve guessed, that I’d stop restricting what I felt I could wear because of how I felt about my lumps and bumps? Not me, anyway. However, if there’s one piece of advice I could journey back in time and give the blonde bombshell, that is my 16-year-old self – Did I say bombshell? I mean insecure wreck. – it would be this, if anybody who’s opinion you value highly has anything negative to say about your appearance, ditch ‘em. Consider this number one nugget of Alice wisdom, if you will.

 

11. Terrible TV, is the best TV. – Because let’s face it, there’s absolutely nothing better than a Teen Mom marathon. Except maybe a Teen Mom 2 marathon. I will never be ashamed to proudly admit to my seven years of avid viewership. You shouldn’t either. There’s nothing that can’t be fixed by tea and trash TV.