Say goodbye to face wipes forever.

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If you wear makeup you’ll know what a pain it is to have to take it off every night. Maybe, like me, this means you occasionally (read: frequently) don’t bother to remove it, or do a half-hearted job which results in you terrifying your lodger when you emerge from your bedroom the next morning looking like an extra from The Walking Dead.

Let’s face it – anything that makes the process of removing makeup that much quicker and easier is a good thing, right? That’s why so many of us resort to disposable wipes to slick that foundation away. Simple!

But there’s a lot the companies selling these products don’t tell us: Continue reading

An Open Letter To Brides (or, Things That Went Wrong At My Wedding)

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Dear Brides-to-be,

If you are reading this I assume (or hope) that you have found the man of your dreams and that you have made the amazing decision to commit yourself to him for the rest of your life. Congratulations! I admire you – both for finding him in the first place and for having the courage and heart to still believe in the breathtaking beauty of marriage.

Maybe you’ve recently got engaged and you’re in your first flurry of wedding magazines (huge waste of money, but every bride deserves to buy a couple), or maybe you’ve been planning for a while. Whichever the case, I hope that you’ve managed to find a happy medium between over-relaxed and bridezilla. But just in case you haven’t, this letter is for you. 

It’s time for me to make a confession. Continue reading

How I fell in love with running (and you can too).

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I’ve always liked the idea of running. It always seemed so much cooler than some of the other Olympic sports (sorry, shot put and discus). And I gave it a fair go as a kid, spending Monday nights at the local athletics track fighting a stitch and looping the track as fast as I could, a champion in my head but in reality being outrun by just about all the kids around me. As a teenager I’d wish my parents farewell, promise not to talk to strangers and sprint off down the road, only to return after about 10 minutes because my lungs felt like they were bursting and I was sure I could taste blood.

Like I said, I liked the idea of it. But I never really ‘got’ running, and for years I just assumed that it wasn’t for me and that I was never going to be any good at it. I decided that my physiology (short and stumpy legs, flat feet, bunions, weak tendons…) had been trying to convince me of this and that it was time to finally take the hint. So I stopped running. 

Until 4 years ago, when suddenly everything changed. Continue reading

Why I’ll never buy face cream again.

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Years ago, a guy that I really liked asked me out on a date. Of course I said yes. Unfortunately I let my imagination run away from me and by the time the day arrived I had already pretty much planned our wedding (embarrassing, I know). I was nervous but ready. What I didn’t know was that within hours my skin would ruin the whole thing.  Continue reading