Friday, 31 December 2010

New Years Resolutions

December 31st, traditionally a time for "out with the old and in with the new" People generally use the time to make New Years Resolutions that lets face it are usually forgotten by January 6th (or is that just me?)

I've finally decided that New Years Resolutions are CRAP.

Yeah, I went there. (head bob)


Why do we have to wait till the start of a New Year to make some resolutions?

We could make new week resolutions if we wanted, who says that isn't right?

So you decided to lose some weight in September? Are you going to wait until January 1st to start?

If you decide to change to that career you have always wanted in March, do you wait until.......... oh you get what I mean.

Of course you don't. you go out and get what you want, WHEN you want.

Or at least that is what we SHOULD do.

So I'm not going to be making New Year Resolutions this year, just resolutions.

So here are my resolutions......................


I want to continue to get fit and lose weight.

I want to carry on improving my writing and make my blog bigger and better.

I want to start writing a book

and I will hug my family every day and tell them that I love them.


And I will make MORE resolutions next week or as and when they are needed.


Lets not put off until tomorrow (or next year) what we can do today.

Have a happy New Year everyone

and i will see you all next year x x x


Big Fashionista x x x
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Thursday, 30 December 2010

Has anyone seen my willpower?

MISSING, one willpower. Reward offered

It was last seen before christmas turning down a sausage roll but since the 25th of December it has been AWOL.

Now I'm HOPING that it is shopping in the sales but I have a funny feeling that my willpower is currently facedown on a chinese buffet cart somewhere and the only thing it is refusing is lychees (who the hell eats them anyway!!)

What is it with willpower going AWOL at christmas anyway?

I have had jellybabies for breakfast!!!!!!! who does that?

Somewhere deep in SureSlimUK headquarters there is a rescue party being hastily assembled (I hope)

But they will have to catch me first... Mwahahahahahahahaha (evil sugar high cackle)


The fat girl inside me has broken free after three months of being denied and she shows no signs of stopping (or shopping for that matter)

I need to get some semblence of a routine back into my life but unfortunately that doesn't happen until January 6th when school starts again, (hides jelly babies from self)

So make me feel better guys, where is your willpower currently residing?
 Is it with mine or in a more glamorous climate?

And why do our willpowers never go and exercise in the gym?


Big Fashionista x x
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Monday, 27 December 2010

Are we done yet?

So hang on, is that IT??????????

almost 6 months of preparation, saving, blood sweat and sometimes tears and now that is it for another year?

I've decided we should at least get a certificate!!!!

I SURVIVED XMAS 2010.

From family fueds to children not getting what they wanted.

NEVER ask your children if they got all that they wanted for christmas, you will not be happy with the answer. TRUST ME.

and the food.......... oh my lord the food. I swear I have a fat girl inside me that has just been waiting for an excuse to eat christmas pudding (I don't even LIKE christmas pudding) at one stage I thought I would pass out if I ate one more thing....... I didn't. I tested the theory thoroughly.

It is like we have a ready-made excuse for everything in just one handy sentence.

But it's christmas


Drinking wine at 10am? It's ok, it's christmas

Eating quiche at 8.45am? It's ok, it's christmas (That was me on christmas day I must admit)

And then, just like that......... it's over for another year. leaving us in debt, weighing significantly more than we did and ready to go sales shopping.

So Happy Birthday Jesus, hope you got lots of pressies. I promise next year I will try to remember the spirit of christmas a little bit more.

It's 12.O'clock lunchtime........ anyone care to join me in a bottle of wine?

It is christmas


Big Fashionista x x
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Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Sureslim Diet week 13 Update

Ah ha, bet you didn't think you would see another post from me so soon did you?

I haven't been able to get out of the house today due to poorly little one but I did however manage to get out last night and find a set of scales in Boots that didn't look as though they would lie to me to much.


Now, I know it was a different time from when I usually get weighed but I was of the opinion that I have a slippery slope in front of me and I want to be in control as much as possible.

Lets face it, it is christmas and it is a time of food and frivolity and wine and presents and while I want to watch what I eat and be careful at the same time I am not going to be sitting in the corner eating carrot sticks while people eat a roast Dinner.

BUT if I had not been weighed this week then I think I would have used it as an excuse to go absolutely OTT with my food consumption. One prawn cocktail becomes a chocolate cake (It does, trust me) one small serving of brussel sprouts becomes a family-sized bar of Galaxy (Don't ask how, it just happens ok?) and before I know it I am back to where I started.


AND THAT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

So I stepped on the scales, after a week of vomiting, not eating and then feeling ravenously hungry when I felt better and found...................................................................



I have stayed the same.


I'm happy with that once more.

I definitely will take that as a good result. It is the 21st of December and christmas food is everywhere so I am more than happy to find once more I am maintaining my weight.

Sure it may be a bit boring for you guys ;-) but at least I can get over christmas and attack the last stone in weight that I need to lose with renewed energy and enthusiasm.

Yes it was different scales from what I usually use but I think that if I HADN'T weighed myself this week then the damage I would have done to my weight NEXT week would have been phenomenal.

Have a fantastic christmas everyone.


Thank you for all your support over the last three months. Your support has definitely helped spur me on and keep me on the right path.

Thank you again to SureSlim UK, who have completely changed my life this year.

If you feel like you have over-indulged at christmas or your New Year Resolution is to lose weight Then I can't recommend SureSlim Uk highly enough. they have definitely changed my life and I can't see myself eating any other way now.

Here is the link for the website.

http://www.sureslimuk.com/


Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year to all.


Big Fashionista x x
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Monday, 20 December 2010

Christmas Break

It's Christmas. Well nearly anyway

And real life is getting in the way of blogging so I'm going to be taking a break from tomorrow until the New Year.

I'm hopefully going to be able to do my weigh in post for you tomorrow but with a sick child at home and snow on the ground it may not be possible.

I hope everyone has a fantastic Christmas and a happy new year.

I have big things planned for my blog in the new year so I hope to see you in 2011.


Thanks for all your support in 2010, I love reading all your comments on my posts and hope that you continue to support me in 2011.

Have a good one guys and I'll see you on the other side



Big Fashionista x x
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Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Birthday Wishes & Tears

It's my birthday Sunday (What do you mean you didn't know!!!!!)

and yes, I know EVERYONE has a birthday and especially at my age (;-D) I shouldn't get so excited but I do.

WHY? I hear you ask.....

Well check the date.

December 19th....... 6 days before christmas!!!!! (loses half of my readers as they realise they don't have many shopping days left)

Lets face it, Birthdays come pretty far down the list of importance when they are so close to christmas.

If I don't make fuss on my birthday, no-one else will. (Ahhhhhhhhhh)

It all stems from my childhood I think.  I never even had a birthday party as a kid (Double ahhhhhhhhhh)

I think my parents were worried no-one would turn up (Not because I was a horrible kid or anything.............well I don't THINK) The old, "well it's sooooo close to christmas" excuse has been used more times in my life than you can possibly imagine

And there is never any room to proudly display birthday cards when your birthday is so close to xmas. Christmas cards are EVERYWHERE!!!!

Shall we talk about joint presents?

They exist, trust me on this.

My beloved baby brother has his birthday in June, I've never seen him get a "joint" present, so just because it is my birthday in December why should I?


Christmas cards with ps, Happy Birthday were pretty much the norm. It got so that if I was handed a green or red envelope on my birthday it got put to one side until the next day.

Luckily I have voiced my opinions LONG and LOUDLY (shock horror) since then and it is extremely rare this now happens. (Although gifts wrapped in christmas wrapping is still pretty much the norm)


Do I sound ungrateful?

It isn't meant to, But i didn't even get a cake last year........

So this is the plan.


Sunday I will smile, accept birthday gifts wrapped in xmas paper and proceed in getting horribly drunk at some point in the proceedings,

Then I will make some plans for a SECOND birthday like the queen possibly halfway through the year.


I wonder if my brother fancies having a JOINT birthday in June


Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha


Big Fashionista x x
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Tuesday, 14 December 2010

SureSlim UK Diet - Week 12

This week is brought to you by the letter T

For Tired.

I am tired, very very tired. Everyone in my household is ill. There has been fainting, vomiting, blood tests the works and this means that MUMMY has to step up and put herself last.

So T is for tired this week.

And do you know what happens when you are tired? you EAT. Bad, bad food that at any other time you wouldn't even want to eat. Or you can't face cooking and just nibble on stuff. Or you spend the week eating Rice cakes for lunch before realising they are not on your diet plan!!!!!

Tiredness is a dietbusting ho bag in my opinion.

It was an emotional week too with the anniversary of my fathers death and I know that I am an emotional eater. I'm sad, I eat. I'm happy I eat. Any emotion gets pushed back down with food.


So how did I do this week?


I stayed the same!!!!!!!!!!!

not a lb on, not a lb off and quite frankly i will take that this week.

It seems that my body has found a level that it feels happy with. I would like to lose about a stone more but at least I know that when I reach my target I will be able to maintain that weight.

It is Christmas very soon and I think with all the parties coming up I am switching my strategy from trying to lose weight to trying to not put it on. I am relaxing a bit but am not taking my eyes off the prize.

So 12 weeks in and 2 stone 7lb off. and in all that time I have never put on a single lb.

By jove I think i've cracked it.


Till next week x x

Big Fashionista x x
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Monday, 13 December 2010

Don't Forget Nom of the Year

Don't forget to vote on my Nom of the year post.

big-fashionista.blogspot.com/2010/12/nom-of-year.html


It's still a close run thing so I expect you to choose your vote wisely.

So whether you are drooling over for Depp

Gaga for Gerard

or want to f................. Puck !!!!!!!


Go and leave your vote on the original post like NOW.

Voting will close Thursday night!!!!!!!!


Big Fashionista x x
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Feed me, feed me, feed me baby

I have a confession to make.

I think I am turning into a feeder!!!!!!

Since I started my diet TWELVE weeks ago. (weigh in tomorrow) I have learnt to not only eat with my mouth but with ALL my senses. Especially my eyes.

Now I know the calorie content of EVERYTHING. of course I do, i'm a woman. And I now know what I can and can't eat. There is food that should NEVER pass my lips again that quite frankly I MISS.


I used to mope around, I never baked biscuits and cakes but I have now come up with a solution.


I watch other people eat the food that I can't eat.

GENIUS.

Look at this cupboard


The only reason I even go to this cupboard is because my Ryvitas are in there. This is the level of temptation I face EVERY day. SOB

But now I watch my children as they eat the doughnuts, my other half as he scoffs hob nobs and I look at their faces and I feel complete.


There has to be other people out there like me, so I'm thinking about setting up a food chat line as a business.

It would go like this.


Ring, ring,

"hello"

"tell me what you are eating baby, slowwwwwwlllllllly"

"biscuits you say? Take it off baby, take it ALL off. peel that wrapper back slowly and describe it to me"

"oh you know what food I like"



Food porn at its finest.

Although I could imagine tiny size zero women doing their ironing as they fake eating a Kit Kat!!!!!!!! (bitches)

All I need to master now is the art of not drooling as I watch other people eat.

(then maybe I will be allowed back in that restaurant again LOL)
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Saturday, 11 December 2010

A day of mourning and celebrating my fathers life.

Today December 12th, back in 2003 was the day my life changed forever.

It was the day that my beloved dad died from the lung cancer that he had been battling for months.

I will never forget this day and every year I use it as a day to reflect on how lucky I was to have a dad like him.


My dad dying came as a shock, I know that sounds strange but my mum and dad had wanted to shield my brother and I from the worst of it. Even though we were adults they wanted to spare us the pain for as long as possible.


When I think of my dad I can smile now. I remember the good times and the bad, (Standing in my bedroom with a lit cigarette behind my back as my dad talked to me about college always stands out-HOW did he not notice!!!!!)

I still find myself picking up books and thinking Dad would love this. before remembering he is no longer here.

I still have his number in my phone, and occasionally I text the number with news of my life (someone else probably has that number by now and is getting REALLY freaked out)

I look at my children and that's when I get sad, as he knew them and loved my eldest two as babies but didn't get to see the wonderful children they have grown into. and my youngest he never met at all. He was a brilliant grandad, this proud strong man would get down on the floor and play with two babies and be horsey for as long as they wanted. (which was a long long time)

I have pictures up on my wall of my dad and although my children sadly don't remember him, we talk about him a lot, He is part of them as much as I am.



My favourite picture of my dad, brother and me.

I do try not to be sad all day. It is actually also my best friends twin sons birthday that day and although I find it extremely hard I try to use the day as a celebration of his life instead of mourning my loss. (That is something that only comes with time)

My christmas lights stay off that night too as sometimes the pain of it all is too much and the sparkly lights and festive cheer seem to mock me and taunt me, I feel on that day I want to block out the christmas cheer and feel sad on my terms.


My Dad's death gave me one gift, and that was to live for the moment. My dad put off doing so much, he had plans for when he retired and he never got  to do any of them. I have a tattoo on my back which says Carpe Diem, Seize the Day and I try to do just that.

So today I will put on my best clothes, my highest heels go and visit my Mum with my family and my brother and we will drink red wine and probably eat indian food together.


There will be tears but they will be tears of sorrow AND celebration

because my daddy was the best and although he isn't here in body I know that he is here in spirit and we are his legacy to the world and I know that we make him proud every day.

This is one of the songs played at his funeral. Anyone who has lost someone can appreciate the beauty in these lyrics.



Big Fashionista x x
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Friday, 10 December 2010

Cosmopolitan UK

If you go anywhere near a newsagent over this weekend why not pick up this.



Yep it is January's issue of Cosmopolitan and it is featuring ME.

I am reviewing an eye cream. 

I'm not going to give you any more info than that so go buy one and check me out.


Big Fashionista x x x
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Thursday, 9 December 2010

Nom of the year

We have had some great fridays so far haven't we ladies?

Nom or Vom has for me always been the highlight of my blogging week. But as 2010 draws to an end now comes the difficult job of deciding who will be our nom of the year.

So purely for research purposes you understand here are the hottest pics of each Nom or Vom for you to perve (ahem, research) to see which one you vote for to be


Nom Of The Year





















So  many delectable men to feast your eyes on!!!! Nom nom indeed. But who gets your vote to have his picture on my blog as the Nom of the year 2010?                                                                                   


Big Fashionista x x                                                                                                                                   
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Wednesday, 8 December 2010

I want to be a tree.

Well not ACTUALLY a tree, I just like saying that I do.

Oh never mind, you have to be over a certain age to remember the actual advert. (Sigh, wanders over to comfy chair with walking stick)


It is christmas (in case you hadn't noticed, slaps self for stating the fricking obvious) and people are starting to decorate their homes and put up their trees.


My question to you guys is.


Do you decorate your tree in just TWO colours or do you like it to be a rainbow tree with LOTS of different colours thrown at it?



We all have different tastes. Some people favour a white tree over a green one. Or go for a real tree each year.


I have a 7ft fake green tree which has a brown and gold theme.


How about you?
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Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Guest Post

A while ago I tweeted whether anyone would like to do a guest post on my blog and got some phenomenal responses. This one is by @Bicky_ who has opened her heart on this post and I for one am so honoured to have this on my blog.

Over to you Bicky_





It's hard to understand unless you have physically been through it yourself. Even if you've been close to someone suffering from depression, it's nothing like you can imagine. Which is why I wanted to write this. If you read one thing today, please make it this. Even though it won't be short.


I don't want to do this as a woe is me type post. I want to do this because I lose followers everyday on my Twitter because I often rant and rave and feel upset. I just want people to understand why.


I can't pinpoint a time in my life where I thought 'oh that must have started it' because not only do I have a bad memory. I just don't know. Some things it may have boiled down to are as follows;


- I got taken out of my first Primary School in Year 2 because I wore glasses. I'd get new ones and the kids would take them off me, throw them across the playground and totally wreck them.



- I got sent to a new school and made my first best friend (more on him later) but it took me quite a while to become comfortable with the other kids.



- I hated High School. Doesn't everyone? I was bullied the entire way through, back stabbed by friends. And yes I know everyone is but to the point where I don't speak to anyone that I spent those five years with. Not a single one. Not even my 'best friends'.


- In my last school year we had a Year 11 assembly from our Head. He was on about receiving�sad news during the night because there had been a car crash. It's a sort of blur to me but I remember thinking it wouldn't be anyone I knew. Then he said the name and I think I may have stopped breathing, and my heart stopped beating for a minute. He said the name of my first best friend. He was one of the ones that was killed. I just couldn't believe it. I went to my IT lesson and I couldn't stop thinking about the horrendous crash. There was a memorial assembly at school a few days later and I ended up walking home after because I literally couldn't stand it. That messed me up a lot. It was not his fault at all, they were forced into the car. I think partially that's why I did so bad in my GCSEs and why I left college because all I could think about was the crash.


- A lot of stuff has gone in the past couple of years with my parents and family, which I don't wish to delve into. But I felt like I was to blame since I was caught in the middle.


It wasn't till the start of the year that I thought it might actually be depression. I thought I could cope with it myself. I felt weak even saying the word out loud. Who wants to be relying on a tablet to keep you breathing and happy?

So what is depression? I'm sure we all know to an extent.


Depression�is a state of low mood and aversion to activity that can affect a person's thoughts, behaviour, feelings and physical well-being.�Depressed people may feel sad, anxious, empty, hopeless, helpless, worthless, guilty, irritable, or restless. They may lose interest in activities that once were pleasurable, experience loss of appetite or overeating, or problems concentrating, remembering details or making decisions; and may contemplate or attempt suicide.�Insomnia, excessive sleeping, fatigue, loss of energy, or aches, pains or digestive problems that are resistant to treatment may be present.


Facts;

- Women are twice as likely as men to get depression.

-�1 in 4 British adults experience at least one diagnosable mental health problem in any one year.

-�As many as three in four cases of depression (up to 75% of cases) are neither recognised nor treated.�

-�By the year 2020, major depression will be second only to chronic heart disease as an international health burden (this is measured by its cause of death, disability, incapacity to work and the medical resources it uses).

- About a quarter of suicides in the US are felt to be due to undiagnosed, or misdiagnosed major depression.



So how is it diagnosed? I asked my Dad to make a Doctors appointment, I couldn't bring myself to tell him why. I felt anxious from the minute we started driving to the surgery. I just wanted to get out of the car and bolt as far away and as quickly as I could.



When I got into the room I was glad to have a female Doctor. Something about that made me feel slightly better than if it were a man. I explained to her that I think I might have depression. She gave me a folded piece of paper that I wasn't allowed to look at, told me to go away with it and fill it out when I wasn't thinking of anything else. Answer the questions quickly, without thinking too much about the answer and come back the next day.


I gave the piece of paper to my Dad and told him to look at it. That was my way of telling him. I couldn't bring myself to tell him straight up, even though he is a sufferer himself.


I opened it that evening and it contained questions such as 'How often have you been feeling down in the last week?' And the answers are multiple choice, everyday/more than half the days/some days/not at all.



I took it back the next and my Doctor diagnosed me with moderate depression. I was given a prescription for Citalopram which I've been taking since the start of July. At first I didn't see too much of a difference. I still hated myself more than ever and wanted to die because of that. I've thought about suicide a lot and it's not a nice feeling, feeling like no one would miss you if you were to vanish. That no one would care. It's not selfish of me to think like that, it's how I truly felt.



I honestly don't think this song will be to a lot of readers taste but it's based on suicide and the stories are from families and parents who have been through it, thery are really very sad. I would listen to this song for hours on end because it helped me through. Along with the quote one of the brothers said 'suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem'.


Please watch;



'It's ok to get help. You're going to miss out on so much'.






Now the tablets have been running for a few months, I'm finally starting to step out into that light that seemed like just a tiny flicker of light at the end of the tunnel.


I'm feeling better within myself. I'm laughing more, I'm opening up to my Dad and my best friends about things I thought would just go away, that were stupid things.


If you feel like you're suffering from depression please, please speak to someone, be it a Doctor, a friend or someone in your family. Letting it fester does nothing. I did that because I though I could cope with it on my own but I think in theory, it just made it worse.


If you know someone with depression, listening can really help. And just remember to avoid saying, 'pull yourself together' or other remarks that make the person think that it is their fault that they are ill. When it isn't, not at all. Depression is a physical thing (to do with the amount of Serotonin in your brain releases) rather then something that's mental.



So that's my shortened version of my story. I'm finally getting better but like anyone, I have down days. Which is sometimes why I have time off from my blog or post things that annoy people on Twitter. It's not because I'm seeking attention it's because I use Twitter to vent instead of keeping it all pent up inside. So next time you see someone down, whether it be me or someone else, offer them a kind word or take their mind off it by talking about something totally different. It can make the world of difference.


Don't be afraid to speak out - I'm still here.


Bicky :)

 
 
Thank you so much Bicky_ for writing this, It moved me to tears. x x x
 
Kellie
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Sureslim Diet Week 11

Everyone who has ever been on a diet will understand the week that I have had.

Last tuesday I lost 2lb, I fitted in my inspiration dress that I had been keeping in my wardrobe for the last 5 years.


and I knew that I had a huge night out on Friday which included a christmas dinner and enough alcohol to quench the thirst of 7 sailors.

So what did I do knowing that I had ONE night out?

Thats right, I ATE everything I could see.

It was as though my brain thought I would be having a big night out so it was already going to be a bad week so screw it lets go crazy!!!!

(I swear it was if my mouth was possessed by hungry children)

Why do we do that?

I know from past experiences that I CAN have a night out if I follow the rules correctly and still lose weight but I just couldn't stop myself.

I went to a childrens party Saturday, I apologise if it was one of your children I elbowed out of the way to reach the sausage rolls, and lets not even talk about those little chocolate muffins!!!!!! It was a shameful moment in my life, Can I blame it all on the sugar rush?


So I stepped on the scales this morning like someone facing a firing squad. Fully prepared for the punishment that lay ahead in the form of a couple of pounds ON.

And guess what?

I lost a pound!!!!!

Did I dodge a bullet or WHAT!!!!!!!!!

That now pushes me down into the next stone. which makes me very happy and gives me incentive to dig deep again. I am out again this Saturday night but will be strong enough to avoid alcohol (Maybe just one or two)

I  treat each week as a learning experience and this week I have learnt not to write off a whole week just because of one night out. We've all done it haven't we?

But I'm learning as I go and I have definitely learnt that the feeling I get from a piece of chocolate or sausage roll is NOWHERE near as good as the feeling I get when I pull on a pair of size 14 jeans. x x x


I wonder what next weeks lesson will be :-)


Big Fashionista x x
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Monday, 6 December 2010

A Sad Tale or Major Fail?

All across the world there are angels weeping, reindeers are pawing the ground in sorrow and Santa is about to make an extra stop off at Fortnum & Masons to pick up some extra presents for a good little girl called Charlotte Metcalf who has it rough this year.

Did you read her article on Saturday?

Here you go in case you missed it.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1335550/Merry-Christmas-Along-millions-middle-class-families-I-afford-one.html

Does your heart not bleed for her too?

*Insert sarcastic tone wherever you read me saying something nice.


The sad thing is, this could have been a fantastic story. Of course people who earn a lot are also having to make changes to their lifestyles. The recession has hit everyone hard, I would have found the whole thing a fascinating read if it wasn't for Charlotte's "woe is me" approach to her writing. As well as explaining how she is "poverty-stricken" on her earnings of £500 per week. (This is just HER earnings, not including what her partner earns) she opens her article telling everyone how she used to browse Harrods of an afternoon for fun. (She may have garnered more sympathy from people if she had talked about skinning puppies to make a coat than talk about browsing Harrods on leisurely afternoons)

Charlotte,  most people have NEVER been able to do that, afternoons are for "WORKING" or looking after vomit -stained children who want to draw on your walls with crayons.


Tom Cruise may have had Renee Zellwegger at Hello, but you lost me at Harrods.


When Charlotte talks about trading down to Poundland, you can almost hear the distaste in her writing about it. It is as though she feels she cannot sink any lower than she has.

NEWSFLASH.

Most people have to shop at Poundland out of necessity, Or Aldi or even..................gasp....... Lidls

Charlotte Metcalf should have counted her blessings. Instead of focusing on what she DOESN'T have anymore, she should be grateful for what she does have. A roof over her head (In fact, she owns THREE homes) A family, an income. She should stop acting like a brat and get on with it like most people I know have. We have ALL experienced a drop in income but do you see everyone else whining about it?

We roll up our sleeves and get on with it, as this is the British way. One of my friends is currently in temporary accommodation with her daughter, Her mentality is, "well it could be much worse"

You're right hun it could be, all over the country there are people in homeless shelters, there are people currently deciding between putting money on their gas key or eating. There are children being sent to school in shoes with holes in them as they cannot afford to be replaced.


THAT IS POVERTY-STRICKEN...........................

Going without an eye cream you used to be able to pick up on a leisurely afternoon trip to Harrods is NOT.


What do you think?


Big Fashionista x x
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Thursday, 2 December 2010

Nom or Vom

The lovely @beautyreigns made a suggestion for this weeks Nom or Vom which I was quite happy to research thoroughly. The hyperactive Ty Pennington from Extreme Makeover seems to be a favourite of hers and who am I to deny the world some pictures of a man who if he sat down and shut up would make a valuable addition to my stable of hot men.

So thank you @Beautyreigns for your suggestion.


It's Friday....................

It's Nom or Vom

Ty Pennington







The man is like a hopped up on acid puppy dog.



With a cute face obviously.



I like a man who is handy with his tools ;-)





So what do we think people?


Nom or Vom?

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Wednesday, 1 December 2010

A real woman?

I have been told that I have to hand in my lady parts at the door because apparently i'm not a "Real Woman"

My crime?


I have never seen Sex in the City the Movie

1 OR 2


and to be completely honest, I feel no shame in this.

(So there)

I don't wear heels over four inches (standing up) and the chances are my undies don't match.

Does this make me less of a real women?

I don't think so.

In MY opinion a real women is one who is true to herself and her friends and family, and the same goes for a real man.

I'm not going to get into a debate about stereotypes because frankly i'm too cold and I cannot be bothered.

What do you think makes a real women?


Now where is this pile of lady parts I need to add mine to?


Big Fashionista x x
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Christmas Cheer (SCREAM)

Yes, I get it, December the 1st means that christmas is fast approaching and everyone is happy (blah blah blah)

and yes my inner child is opening day one of her calender but trust me, the outer me, the mummy part is SCREAMING that I have nothing done, my children won't have anything they want on Christmas day and the whole thing will be a HUGE disaster that will end with me pouring myself into a bottle of wine and falling asleep under the table (It was ONCE ok, just ONCE)

The expectations put upon me as a mother are immense.

My nine year old son has done his christmas list in the form of a PowerPoint presentation!!!!!
(I don't even know how to access Powerpoint!!)

My four year old pushed the Argos catalogue in front of me and said "I want everything that is pink!!!!!"

and the ten year old either wants a Laptop or a Guinea Pig!!! (Got to admire her negotiation skills haven't you?)


And this is all without sorting out food, presents for family, who's going where on Christmas day (That's a minefield in itself) and the decorations..... oh the decorations!!!!!!!!!!

Do you want to see my house at Christmas?




It certainly stands out!!!!

when we turn the lights on the whole road dims for a minute while the electricity company re-routes more power to our home (and counts the pennies it makes from us)

So Christmas is a big thing in our house and the weight of expectation lays heavily upon my shoulders.

(I might get nanny to tell my children about how she used to only get an orange for christmas-Ha that will teach them)

So while you are all singing God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, I will be singing about resting all ye unmerry mummys out there who are stressed up to the eyeballs.


How stressed are you about Christmas? (go on, make me feel better about my panic)


Big Fashionista x x
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Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Sureslim diet week 10

Week 10!!!!!!!

How the hell did that happen so fast?

Ok, TEN weeks is a long time. so thought it might be time for some before and after shots of how I have done so far.

Excuse me while I die of shame.




Sob..............




Sob.............






Shall we go for the after pics?




and this one was taken this morning, excuse the lack of make-up I was excited to get out in the snow



I can see a big difference I have to admit. It is great to see a noticable difference in my clothing.

For example, I am going out friday night with some friends that I only see at xmas.

Last year I wore a size 20 dress and hid at the back of the room feeling self conscious.

This year I have a size 14 dress that I have had in my wardrobe for at least 5 years which I now finally fit into (Expect lots of pics to be posted next week) I have ACHED to wear this dress and now it is a possibility!!!!! In fact give it another month and it may be too big!!!!!




Oops, I nearly forgot, It's weigh in day and I lost another 2lb this week, making a grand total of 2 stone 6 lb.

1 more pound for 2 and a half stone!!!!!!!!!!


I feel great about it and for once I am going to celebrate the party season with style !!!!!!!!!!!!


I am out this Friday but that doesn't mean my diet goes out of the window. I will still be watching what I eat and drink as I don't want my hard work to go to waste but at the same time, to maintain my weight and keep up my healthy eating plan I have to be able to go out occasionally and have to learn to work it into my healthy plan for the long term.

So this is going to be a great week x x

Enjoy the pics (eeeeeeeek)


Big Fashionista  x x
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Friday, 26 November 2010

Guest Post Saturday

A little while ago I asked on Twitter if any of my fabulous beauty blogger buddies needed a place to rant or write something that wouldn't "fit" on their own blog

The lovely Laura who is @lil_fairy_doll on Twitter answered my call and sent me a great e-mail about a part of her life.

Have a read, leave her a comment. and if anyone else wants to have a rant or tell me a bit about themselves drop me a line.





Being 17 again, when you're only a few weeks from turning the big One Eight, the excitement of officially becoming an adult... most people would give their arm to relive those moments again. But not me, oh no, NO! Thank you, NO!




My whole life I've had many many medical issues, mainly involving my skin and my eyes.

Let me give you a quick background snapshot: I was born with a condition called Oculocutaneous Albinism (some mouthful I tell ya!). For those who don't have a clue what it is, basically I have no pigmentation in my hair nor skin and my eyes have a myriad of conditions resulting in me being legally blind. But that's another whole issue I won't bore you with.

Pigmentation in our skin is extremely important, especially because it acts as a barrier against outside agents and harmful Sun radiation. Because my skin lacks this, it is very sensitive to anything... seriously, just stare at me and I'll turn red with blue stripes, I swear!

Sun burns and irritations used to be almost a weekly affair until I learned how to take good care of my skin. Not to mention the fact that until a few months ago I lived my whole life in Italy, only a 20 minute drive from the sea, where everyone from April to October spends any available moment in the Sun roasting up.

Until a few years ago there was no extent knowledge of exactly what type of damage Sun would do to people with my condition, and where I lived we didn't have a good supply of the best Sun block available. Plus I used to spend my summers as a kid at the local creche: beach, swimming pool, days out... constantly re-applying sun block wasn't one of my main priorities.



All of this resulted in me having many moles all over my body, I really don't mind them as they offer a diversion from the general "whiteness" and they look interesting.

There was one though that for many years used to kind of bother me, and it still does: it's on the upper right side of my back and I tell you, it's a right pain when I'm getting dressed or undressed because it kinds of tickles, but in a bad way, every time it's touched.

So when I was 17 I decided to have it removed. I knew it wouldn't have been a big deal, the only bit I was kind of bothered about was going to hospital. I HATE hospitals with all my being, I seriously do!

So I went to my doctor to ask him to get the process going. He referred me to our local hospital where he said a doctor would check my mole with a special light and then decide how to remove the mole.

So I'm only a few weeks away from turning 18 and I went to have my epiluminescence done, hoping they'd decide to do something quick and non invasive with it. I had picked out the most adorable top for my birthday party, and the top of my back would have been showing and I didn't want a big bloody plaster on show!

The woman that welcomed me in the room immediately picked up my aversion to hospitals and started talking to me trying to make me relax, man was she good at it! she had me stripped down and on her couch. Straight away she noticed the billion moles scattered all over my body and asked if I'd ever had them checked. Checked? Checked for what? I said no and she insisted she draw a map of them on her big computer and checks every single one of them.

Still puzzled by the whole thing I of course agreed. It was some task I tell you!!! I've never managed to count them all but I'm pretty sure there's about 40 of them! Oh some day I should do a "join the dots" session with an eye liner....God knows what would come up!

So she mapped them all out, took special photos of all of them, sorted them in her computer and then spent about 15 minutes on on one mole on the inside of my right thigh.

I asked if the one on my back was ok to be removed and how they would do it? She said it looked totally fine and they would just asport it with a little surgery. But then she added "Before we do that though, I'd prefer removing this on your thigh first. I don't like the way it looks...". What? That one mole didn't bother me at all, the one on my back did. Why didn't she like the way it looked? For some reason I didn't ask what exactly was it that she didn't like about it, I think my subconscious did a great job in protecting me!

The following week I was back to have the mole removed in a small surgery. Everything was over in about half an hour, the surgeon was amazing, constantly talking to me, trying to relax me. The nurse that was there was a sort of family friend as well so it made the whole process easier and relaxed for me. The surgeon stitched me up, told me to get some stretchers, enjoy my Christmas break and try to go easy on the leg until the wound had healed, and they'd get back to me in a few days. Get back to me? Why? Oh maybe to give me a date to have the nuisance on my back removed! Yes, it must have been that.

The day after, even if I was in quite some pain, I was forced to go to school for the last day before Christmas break. My stretchers did get some attention but because I wasn't particularly close to anyone in my class, a simple "Oh just a minor surgery, nothing big" would dismiss any interest.



I was a good girl that Christmas and as the doctor told me I went easy on the leg....until New Year's. For about 10 years it's been a family tradition to spend the first week of January in the Alps at a family friends' holiday home. I love that! I love our family friends as if they were a family, and if you know me, you'll know I'm not particularly close to my own family for many reasons. I love the week in the Alps, the food, the wine, hiking, ice skating, the amazing scenaries, EVERYTHING!

And there was NO way I was gonna let the wound ruin my week, I went all out! I spent a good 80% of the day outdoors rolling in the snow, when it snows I instantly turn into a big kid! Sleighing, snow ball fighting, snow men building, ice skating! I did everything my eyes would allow me doing without any body's help, which doesn't include skiing or snow boarding unfortunately.

I enjoyed my week to the fullest and when I got back home I savoured every day leading up to my birthday. Turning 18 was going to give me my parents' permission to travel on my own, go see friends, go wherever my summer job money would let me! I had craved that for such a long time!



... And then 2 days after school had started again, the hospital called me. I answered the phone, it wasn't just a nurse or a secretary, it was the surgeon that had done my surgery, the oncology surgeon, the head of the oncology ward... He asked if I could skip the following day in school and go in to see him? Why was the head of the ward doing this? Shouldn't it have been a nurse job? And why did he sound so worried?! Why didn't I ask why he wanted to see me?!

That evening I spent a good five hours on the Internet looking for reasons why I would be called in after getting a mole removed. What I found traumatised me, it scared me so bad I was sick twice that night.



The morning after I went in with my mother, throughout the whole process she had to be with me, mainly because I was under age, not for any other reason really.

I sat in the corridor and waited for a good while, the nurse I knew came over to say hello and went to a desk to do some paper work. After a good half hour the door opened and the Surgeon came out following an old man. He held his hand, patted his shoulder and said "we did it, you're clear now". Clear? Huh?!

The doctor waved at me and signalled for me to get in, calling the nurse in at the same time. "But all these people were here before me?" I cried pointing to at least 5 people waiting. They were all middle aged to old people, no one said "Yeah, we were here first!". Not one. Instead they all stared at me and smiled in a way...like they knew what was going to happen...

As I walked into the surgery and sat at the Doctor's big desk I kept having flashes in my mind of what I'd read online the night before. I started feeling sick. The Doctor started to talk and I immediately cut in "please just get to it, no going around it and no sugar coating!".

"We sent your mole to be examined after I removed it. It's not good news..."

I said "It's ... it's....isn't it?!"

He stared at me for a few seconds, nodded and said "Yes, it's cancer".

I knew already, my research had told me that already the night before, I could feel it in me the whole night... but hearing him say the word made it REAL.

The following hour is a big blur and I only remember bits of what happened.

My stomach suddenly tightened so hard it felt like I'd been kicked. In a complete daze I stood up, ran out of the room, out the building, down the emergency exit stair case and sat down on the last step at the bottom.

I felt emotionally cold, I felt like I was meant to feel something, it felt like I was floating above my body and looking down on it, I felt like something was dragging me under ground, I felt so heavy.

Then all of a sudden I burst into tears and right that instant the nurse reached me. She held me hard in her arms and I cried so hard my whole face hurt. I cried for a good while, I didn't speak a word, neither did she. We walked back up the stairs, down the corridor, the people waiting staring knowingly at me. That's why nobody had protested at me going first, they KNEW what the doctor was going to tell me...because they all had been there too...



I walked back in the room and the doctor explained to me the cancer was a melanoma, it was at its third stage and how we were gonna treat it. He scheduled another surgery for a few days later.

When we stood up to leave my mother put her hand on my shoulder and said "It's ok". That will be the only sign of "affection" my mother will give me throughout the whole process.

The question I was now facing was: who and how do I tell this? I tentatively tried to ask for advice to my mother(she's a nurse) and she told me not to tell anyone in the family other than my father and my brother. What was I to know?! In hindsight I absolutely regret it and immensly resent my mother for it.

I tentatively told a couple of people I was close to and it didn't go too well. 17 year olds shouldn't have to deal with the big C, in ANY way! And of course they didn't know how to deal the whole thing and slowly drifted away from me...

I was on my own from then on. I felt horrible knowing I had this thing in me, I felt horrible I couldn't talk about it with anyone, it was a constant worry. My grades in school went down quite a bit.

My paarents never asked "how do you feel about it? What's going through your head?", nothing like that. My father kept verbally abusing me as usual. A few days later the 4 months school report came in and my father flipped at my decreasing marks; he shouted horrible things at me and whilst he did that he was gripping my wrist so hard it hurt for 3 days after. At the end of his screaming match he shouted "do you have any idea how your behaviour is making your mother feel?!"

Excuse me? My behaviour? My response was "Well I'm sorry if I'm not allowed to be slightly sad because I have cancer. And how she feels? how SHE feels? Have any of you asked ME how I feel?!".

After that I refused to talk to him for about a week. I had never felt so alone and worthless.

I had the surgery and the surgeon took out a bit chunk of my thigh to make sure he removed all the tissue the cancer had contaminated. After 9 years you can still see the indentation and the big scar where the stitches were.

I have to say the whole experience taught me I am stronger than I thought. My whole life I've endured verbal and sometimes even physical bullying which I think made me strong, but I never imagined I'd be able to count on myself only through such a horrible time and not crumble.

The following months I endured a long series of tests to make sure there weren't any other kinds of C going around me and that that one hadn't managed to get to a vessel and reek havoc. The whole time I was scared, scared they might find something else. I was petrified.

Six months later I had to undergo the tests again and I was clear. I was SO relieved. I felt so light. The week after I went on a major adventure with a friend. Using the savings from my summer job we went to Ireland for 2 weeks, the trip I'd dreamed of since I was a kid. For 2 weeks I felt so light and for the first time in months I felt free, not a care in the world!

For two years I had to do the tests all over again every 6 months, it then turned into what it's now, a yearly affair.



Only recently I looked into what exactly it was that I had. I found out there are different kinds of skin cancer and melanoma, the one I had, is the deadliest. According to the surgeon when mine was removed it was on stage 3: at this stage the melanoma is very likely to have spread to one of the lymph nodes finding a way to spread all over the body. Thankfully mine hadn't yet, if we hadn't caught it then, I probably wouldn't be here today because once it starts spreading unfortunately there is nothing to stop it. Only 40% of people that catch a melanoma on its third stage survive after 5 years. It's now been 9.



I felt EXTREMELY lucky that my body somehow sent me a signal to have my moles checked, I have always been very much in tune with my body and learn to understand what it's trying to tell me. I also felt extremely lucky that I didn't have to undergo chemo or radiotherapy. I would have been devastated to have lost my hair. If you know me you'll know my hair is the most precious thing to me, my hair defines me. I wouldn't be me without my hair.



If you feel like there's something wrong with you, in any way, shape or form, DO get checked! Better safe than sorry!!!!!



I'd like to thank the lovely Kellie for "hosting" me and filling my days with fab girliness and humour.



Lil

 
 
 
Anytime hun, it was an emotional read and a great thing to raise awareness about.
 
 
Kellie
 
 
You can read Lil_Fairy_doll 's blog at http://hazyfairyland.blogspot.com/
 
 
 
Big Fashionista x x
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Thursday, 25 November 2010

Nom or Vom

So lets get back to the shallowness of staring at hot men and grading them purely on their looks shall we?

It's Friday

It must be

Nom or Vom


So this is a case of coming across a pic on the internet and trying to find out more about him, Apparently he has been in a series of films about vampires............. (Can't see that taking off) as well as Never Back Down, (Where he takes his top off a LOT)

It is Cam Gigandet


I can imagine sitting across this man for a cozy dinner for two.


I won't go into what I imagine with this pic





Oh he's so lovely



Gotta love those abs



Has anyone even seen this Twilight film of which I speak?



So what do we reckon ladies?

Nom or Vom



Big Fashionista x x
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Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Smear Tests

It has been brought to my attention that some of you ladies are getting a bit lax about making appointments for your smear tests!!!!!!!!


This is not on ladies.



If you had spots would you ignore them?

If you sneezed would you not stock up on tissues and cold medicines?

We are BLESSED with an early warning system that is designed to spot any changes that happen. A SMEAR TEST.  You have to remember that even if you get an abnormal result, that doesn't mean it is cancer. There are things that can be done to stop any changes DEVELOPING into cancer.


Women say, "but it's uncomfortable"

Here is my tip.

It is called the RELAXED FROG




Ok, possibly not THAT relaxed but you get the idea.

Knees up then let them fall apart. One relaxed frog and lets face it, if you have the picture above in your head then you are going to be relaxed. (That statement may possibly become my mantra anyway)


I'm not going to preach at you.

This is something you ALL know anyway. Smear tests SAVE lives.

If you have been putting off your smear test then go and make an appointment today.

It is important (Ok, i'm preaching)


Let me know if you make an appointment or if you want to share your story below please do so



Big Fashionista x  x
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Worlds Sexiest Man?



No, not a horribly twisted version of Nom or Vom but a very serious question that I need to ask my readers.


How the hell does this man get laid?


For free???????


Not only that but by some very beautiful women at that. Sian Lloyd, A Cheeky Girl (No I don't know which one, and frankly I don't care either) and an underwear model!!!!

Now, I'm sure not ALL of these women can be that mentally damaged that they will go out with any man that shows them attention (I'm looking at you Cheeky Girl) and possibly I would forgive them if they slept with him once and then did a long walk of shame back to their own homes before showering in bleach but NO, they all had a RELATIONSHIP with him!!!!!!


The cynical part of me (Its a very large part) is instantly reminded of the fabulous Mrs Merton asking Debbie McGee what first attracted her to the multi-millionaire Paul Daniels (ZINGER)

But I don't think he even has any money? He is an ex MP who on Come Dine With Me seemed quite lost without his parlimentary backing. And in the jungle on I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here he has seemed to become a figure of fun and is disliked (even Nigel Havers has now said that had he stayed he would've stabbed him-Steady Nige)

So I have to wonder about his lovemaking abilities (What!!!! It's a natural progression) Either the man has some serious skills or he can breathe through his ears.



One gorgeous girlfriend = LUCKY

Two gorgeous girlfriends = SUSPICIOUS

Three gorgeous girlfriends = One can only wonder exactly what Lembit has that makes him SO damn irresistable to women


Arrrghhhhhh, perhaps it is the power of hypnosis and he is targeting me as his next victim through the tv?

Already I am wondering about the size of his man tool!!!!!!


I am off to go wash (in bleach)

I don't want to sleep with a celebrity............... GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Big Fashionista x x
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Sureslim Diet Week 9

This week is all about resting on your laurels.

Let s get this bit over with and then I can fill you in on the true moral of the story.


Weight wise, I stayed the same........

No weight loss this week.

But no gain either so I am a Happy Fashionista.


I can see exactly what happened this week, I tried on my "target jeans" and they fitted!!!!!


Now some people may say YAY, but I'm not at my target yet so it just seemed too soon. But part of me must have just thought............ Dooooooo it, Reward yourself....... (Those evil voices in my head that keep telling me to do things I really don't want to do are going to get me in SO much trouble soon)

I can't say that I was BAD. But I certainly wasn't the best that I could be. I know that. (wine may have been drank)

It was though I felt I didn't have to try as hard when I fitted into the jeans I had been dreaming about fitting into for so long. I thought it would take another stone to fit in them so fitting in them now just seemed too soon and I went a little crazy (chocolate may have been consumed)


So what am I going to do about it? (Ok, ok Starbucks Toffee Nut Lattes MAY have been drunk too, god you lot know how to weasel it out of me don't you)

I have today bought a smaller pair of jeans (New "target" jeans and I have also set a weight target to lose, just another 1 stone 3lb will probably do me)

A week on Friday I have the beginning of a huge amount of xmas parties to attend throughout December, So I am going to make double-y sure I have a very good week this week.

(Yes, I had an Indian!!!!!!!! How did you KNOW!!!)

So nose back to the grindstone and I hope when you join me next week I can tell you about a superb weightloss.

It is a long journey and it isn't just about changing my body, I am finding the hardest obstacle to overcome is actually my OWN mind!!!!!!!

Till next week.


Big Fashionista x  x
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Friday, 19 November 2010

Pro-life campaign or the worlds worst people?

I was torn about writing this post, purely because I am still not sure if it is purely a pro-life campaign.

If you don't know what I am talking about it is a couple called Pete & Alisha Arnold who have set up a website to decide whether their should abort their perfectly healthy 17 week old foetus!!!!


They say they have set up the site as they are not sure if they want to be parents!!!!!!

WORDS FAIL ME!!!!!!! (actually they don't, but the words I want to use are probably too strong to write down on my blog) 

Their defence is..............

'Voting is such an integral part of the American identity. We vote on everything from the best singer on American Idol to who the next leader of the free world will be.



'Wouldn't it be nice to voice your opinion and have it actually make a difference in the real world? Why not vote on whether to continue or abort an actual pregnancy?'


Oh yes because letting other people decide if you are going to abort your baby is up there with who wins American Idol isn't it. In fact, even comparing the two in my opinion gives me the right to confiscate your uterus for the forseeable future.


I am pro-choice, No one should HAVE to have a baby that they do not want, BUT come on, with this HARD choice comes responsibility.

Abortion is NEVER an easy answer, but to put it to a public vote makes a complete mockery of anyone who has agonised long and hard over this decision.

Did they do it because they didn't have any coins to flip?????

What people in their RIGHT minds would sit down and think. "You know what, we need to ask a million strangers what they want us to do"

(The scariest part is so far over half of the people who have voted have voted to abort-These sick people are a whole other blog post)

Even if they continue with the pregnancy, what happens in 16 years or so when the child googles himself or his parents and discovers his fate was down to strangers????

Take a look at the website if you want to.

http://www.birthornot.com/

It will be out there forever for that poor child to find one day.

Doesn't bear thinking about does it?


What do you think on the whole situation?


And how many people out there are like me and HOPE it is just a campaign, otherwise the life of a unborn baby is hanging in the balance dependent on people who have been brought up voting for American Idol, and other reality programmes where the worst that can happen is that someone is voted off the programme

How dare these people make the life of an unborn child SO insignificant.


Big Fashionista x x
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Thursday, 18 November 2010

Nom or Vom

I was very interested to receive this letter through the post yesterday.

Dear BF, (its like first name terms!!!!!)

Now that one has managed to offload one grandson  one is reaching out to you for help in getting rid of the other one. (lots of ones in this isn't there?)

He is a lovely boy even if he has a touch of the ginge about him. Apparently he takes after his father.

Could you please do one of your fabulous Nom or Vom posts about him.

There could be a OBE in it for you one day.

Your sincerely

The Queen.

Well who am I to disappoint the QUEEN in her hour of need.

So here it is ladies.

Prince Harry

It actually isn't as bad as I thought it would be!!!!!!!

(No I am NOT getting paid for this)



The serious prince.


 Oh HOW white are those teeth!!!!!



Women do like a man in uniform don't they!!!!!!




I even managed to get a topless shot!!!!!

I am SO going straight to the TOWER!!!!!!!!


I cannot believe I am about to say this..........................


Prince Harry


Nom or Vom?




Leaves shamefaced ;-D


Big Fashionista x x
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Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Give And MakeUp

She waited as long as she could after she heard the car leave the drive. Her heart was beating fast as she tore around the house grabbing clothes for the children, favourite toys and a change of clothes for herself.

For months she had been building up to this moment in her head. She hadn't been able to prepare though, he would have known. She had tried to build up some cash but every penny she had had to be accounted for. She had no friends that she could turn to as years of abuse meant that her friends had either drifted away unable to watch what was happening to her or had grown tired of her excuses about why she couldn't go out.

Her heart stopped as she heard a car approach but it didn't stop. The children carried on playing downstairs oblivious to her panic and fear.

The small holdall was stuffed with teddies, nappies and clothes. She fought the urge to make the bed, Years of keeping the house up to her husbands impossible standards was deeply ingrained in her yet she felt a small sense of triumph leaving it unmade.

She ran down the stairs with the bag and grabbed the baby and toddler. She was thinking of them, she knew that she had to leave before he hurt them. In her eyes she was strong, she could take it but her children were her world and she would not let them suffer.

The door slammed shut behind her as she left and she vowed never to return to the man and house that had made her so sad and miserable she had wanted to end it all.

Now she wanted to begin a new chapter of her life and REFUGE had given her the strength and support she needed to finally make the break.

**********************************************************************


This situation is more common than you can ever imagine.

A new initiative has been created to help. Give and MakeUp  A non-profit initiative whose sole purpose is to get everyday essentials into the hands of women who need them the most.

Take a look at their page.

http://www.giveandmakeup.com/

And think what YOU can do to help.

Are you a company that can help? or an individual with even one bottle of shampoo spare. Then Give and MakeUp and the women of Refuge NEED you.

You can help.

Let us help these women rebuild their lives.


Get in touch.


Big Fashionista x x


If you are a victim of domestic abuse you can call the Refuge helpline on 0808 2000 247
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A Slagbag's guide to surviving the christmas party season with her job and respect intact.

It is nearly christmas!!! There are so few sleeps between now and christmas left apparently that you might as well stop sleeping and just hang around waiting for it to happen.

A lot of you have probably already received invites to the christmas parties that happen all throughout December and I have compiled a helpful list of do's and don'ts so that the only things you recieve through the letterbox after christmas are bills and not your P45. (don't thank me)

Firstly EAT.

Yeah yeah, your dress was expensive, you don't want to look pregnant in it but you would be amazed at how many people I have picked up off the floor of the toilets, covered in vomit saying they think they have drank too much!!!! (Usually it is 7pm and the evening has just began) The following statements usually follow

"I skipped lunch"

"I haven't eaten today as I knew I was going to eat a lot tonight"

"I feel sick again"

If you are lucky you have drank so much that you need to go home and sleep it off immediately, this then stops you from suffering FURTHER embarassment by then going on a drunken rampage.


If you stay please remember the following rules


That guy you never realised was THAT attractive who is looking at you now does NOT find you attractive!! (plus chances are he is a total minger!!! Wine goggles are ten times stronger than beer goggles-FACT)

DO NOT launch yourself at him and try to kiss him (or more) I'm not kidding here, Even if he DOES like you he will NEVER admit to it if you have developed a reputation as the party drunk!!!! (especially if you have vomit in your hair) If you ignore my advice here may I also suggest that if he rejects you do not move onto your second choice (or third, or fourth or fifth-jesus is this the only time or year you get out!!!)

Dress to impress.

Ever heard the saying, cleavage OR legs?????

Learn it-live it!!!!!!!  We all want to look stunning for the christmas party but if you usually wear trousers and a polo neck and then one night a year throw away your insecurities and want to impress, do it with class.

Not a dress that is reminiscent of your drunkeness............

Off your tits and about to hit the floor


Dancefloor antics!

Dance, have fun, but remember faux lesbianism is NOT going to turn your boss or your colleagues on. If you want to get it on with the receptionist who makes you feel funny like you have been climbing a rope in PE, DO NOT do it as a floor show. Yes people may cheer but from that moment on going to the toilet in twos will no longer be an option for you. You will forever be "the lesbian one" (Don't look at me like that, I tried to warn you)


If you are drunk may I also make a further suggestion. Do not engage your boss in a conversation about your role in the company and how you want to further your career.

If it is a big company, chances are until now he has never put a face to a name. If you go breathe cheap rose wine over him (you washed the vomit out of your hair right?) telling him how you are perfect for your managers job and then proceed in telling him about so-and-so who is sleeping with blah-blah and that one who takes days off to go shopping-He is NOT going to thank you!!! Or promote you.

Make an appointment to see him Monday (or Tuesday may be better when your hangover has gone)

I think I have covered the basics here,

Now it is your turn to dish the dirt, what have YOU done at a christmas party you shouldn't have?

Or which one of your friends embarrassed themselves hideously?

Let me know.

Maybe we can stop someone else from suffering the same fate



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Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Sureslim UK week 8 results

So after last weeks disappointing result of just 1lb off I decided to attack this week with renewed enthusiasm and make sure I drink lots of water, eat healthily and generally just be as good as I can be.

What really helped me this week was a few e-mails that I got from people who said that my weight loss had inspired them to get back onto their diet or finally do something about their weight. I was so humbled to hear people say things like that. For me it was a conscious decision to share my weight loss journey with everyone, I wanted to share the good times and hoped that by writing about it, it would stop me having bad times. which believe me it has. If I ever think about cracking and having a sneaky pizza or something hideously bad for me the thought of posting a weight gain is enough to make me stop dead in my tracks.

I know i am waffling a bit but I just wanted to say to all those people that said I have inspired them,

Thank you, but really YOU are MY inspiration as without you guys and your support this would be a very lonely journey.

x x x


So my weight LOSS this week I was not expecting (Especially, considering that it is "that" time of the month again) but I lost......................



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FIVE POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

meaning I have overcome my 2 stone barrier that was scaring me so much and basically booted my way towards the 2 and a HALF stone quicker than I could ever imagine!!!!!


my overall loss now is 32lb in just 8 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes once again I did the happy dance in Boots the Chemist (I swear the security guard now hides when he sees me enter)


So a great result, helped by you guys out there who have really gone out of your way to support me.


Once again.


Thank you from the bottom of my heart x x x



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Friday, 12 November 2010

So my youngest is four, highly cute and loves ALL things music. She sings along to the radio, sings nursery rhymes and pretty much is forever singing. (help me)


But as she is four her words sometimes get a bit muddled up.

So imagine both my horror AND amusement when I heard this little gem.


A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam

A windmill with a mouse in is hardly surprising

He sang every morning, "How lucky I am,

Living in a WINDOW in old Amsterdam!"


Now firstly, who knew?

Secondly. LOL

Thirdly, it is a WINDMILL in old Amsterdam Scarlett, a WINDMILL.

She still prefers window!!! Looks like I am going to have some explaining to do at the in-laws.


Look at this mouse, do you think it doubles as a part time hooker? I think NOT.



But it got me thinking, what other songs do you get the words muddled up to?

Is there a song where you thought they were singing something rude and it turns out they weren't. or you just got the words COMPLETELY wrong.

Let me know x x


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