Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Bristol Piano Man. This is NOT romantic.

You know those newspaper reports that a week or so later, still make you mad?

The man in Bristol who was refusing to stop playing the piano until his ex-girlfriend returned to him is still boiling my piss, over a week later.

I'm seething at his sense of entitlement. I'm seething that people think that what he did was romantic, and I am seething that in 2017, women are not allowed to make a decision to end a relationship without a self-entitled dick deciding that it isn't over and what she wants, doesn't matter.

Can we start with the people who were defending him.

"It is romantic"

No it fucking isn't. It is creepy as hell.

"Can't fault a man for trying to win back his woman"

Er, I can. I will. She is not his woman. She decided that the relationship was over. She is entitled to make this decision.

"I wish someone would make grand gestures like this for me"

No one needs this. Making a grand gesture is lovely. Refusing to accept that a relationship is over and then acting like a child and declaring you will not stop playing the piano until she comes back is not a grand gesture, it is a scary, stalker manoeuvre that he has no right to do.

Apparently he has now stopped playing the piano as someone punched him in the head.

I HOPE it was one of his friends. punching some sense into him. I don't believe in violence but what he was doing was wrong, what the media did, glorifying and romanticising his dickish move was wrong. There is no winner in this sorry tale.

I hope that it stops other men from thinking that what they do is "romantic" and realise that it is wrong. But I don't think that it will. And perhaps that is what is annoying me.

What do you think?

Was the Bristol Piano player romantic, misguided, or exhibiting behaviour that was both frightening and manipulative?

Let me know.


Thursday, 10 August 2017

Films That Make You Cry

Yesterday, I sat down and watched The Fault In Our Stars for the VERY FIRST TIME.

(I know, I'm late to the party, just wait till I get round to watching Harry Potter.)

I cried. I mean I ugly cried. I cried so much that it actually HURT, bloody hell. Now I know that I am a complete wimp when it comes to films, (I cried at Moana) but this film? DAMNNNNNNNNNNN.

I can't even LOOK AT THEM without sobbing.

So I asked some friends on Facebook what films made them ugly cry and the answers were varied.

Ranging from

Marley & Me - Penny, Steph, Tracey

Okja - Georgina, Lex

Green Mile - Kirsty, Hayley, Pip

A Monster Calls - Penny, Jade


Toy Story 3 (SECONDED)



No-one said The Champ, which I remember breaking my heart to when I was younger, and Hachi A Dogs Tale, WHICH BROKE ME INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES.

But what film makes you absolutely sob? What film do you remember making you ugly cry?

Let me know in the comments, So I know to avoid them, because honestly, I don't think I have any tears LEFT.


Monday, 7 August 2017

Not #AllGirls Boohoo, Not even close

Inclusivity is such an important thing in 2017. We all deserve to be included, it shouldn't even be an issue but here we are, in 2017, still picking up brands for their lack of inclusivity.

And then along come Boohoo, saying "Hold my Diet Pepsi, While we try to make the most god-awful commercial of the 21st century whilst claiming to be all about inclusivity and girl power"

Boohoo, are you fucking kidding me? Using the word inclusivity as if it is an accessory you wear around your neck is one thing, claiming inclusivity whilst being anything but? Well that's just spitting in the face of people who are not included.

What is inclusivity to Boohoo? Because it doesn't include, Plus size women. It doesn't include disabled people, Trans women, all people who have every right to see themselves represented in an advert that claims to be inclusive.

Oh Boohoo, you included a pregnant woman, a woman with tattoos, how EDGY are you?

Let me tell you, if you want to claim inclusivity,  INCLUDE PEOPLE.

All types of people, not just the people that YOU think deserve to be included,

You want to be inclusive, BE INCLUSIVE, don't just say you are.

Just because you finally included some women of colour, do you think you can wear inclusivity like a badge of honour? THAT ISN'T HOW INCLUSIVITY WORKS.

Boohoo actually have a plus size collection, you wouldn't think they did by the advert that they have just released. There is not one plus size woman in the advert.

I cannot find the advert on Youtube to link it here, but here is a link to the Boohoo Twitter page where they are throwing this bullshit advert around like a child doing it's first piss in a potty. Ever so proud of the mess they have created. Here is the link if you want to have a look. https://twitter.com/boohoo/status/894477980151537664

What are your thoughts on the Boohoo advert? Are you thinking like me? To truly claim inclusivity you have to actually be inclusive? Or do you feel it is a step in the right direction?

Let me know.


Sunday, 16 July 2017

Dr Who?

It's been a while since I've had a rant on here but you know what? A day like today kind of deserves one. This afternoon, a new Dr was announced and from the furore on social media, you would think that Jeremy Hunt got the job. Although to be fair, it would be the nearest he ever fucking got to a doctor, that's for sure.

The new Dr is a woman, and people are SHOOK.

You have people out there celebrating, you have people out there who are reserving judgement until they have watched an episode and then you have people who swear blind they are never going to watch it again, purely because the new Dr has a vagina and not a penis.

You know, the character in a TV programme that can regenerate and fights aliens and is ACTUALLY an alien, but isn't actually real, people are throwing their TV remotes out of the window and requesting a refund of their licence fee.

What is the betting that these people currently outraged, read the Daily Mail and complain about immigrants online on a daily basis, but HEAVEN FORBID you mess with their own beloved alien.

"It is pandering to the PC brigade"

"Dr Who is a man, always has been and always will be

"Feminists ruin everything"

are just some of the comments online today, and I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.

I for one, welcome our new female Dr and I will be tuning in at Xmas to see how it all goes, how about you?

What are your thoughts on the new Dr, let me know your thoughts.

Big Fashionista x x x


Monday, 19 June 2017

Why Festivals Might Not Be For Me

Firstly, how I got to 41 without going to a music festival is beyond me, I probably should have spent some of my teens and twenties going to music festivals, but I didn't. Which is why now, after going to my first music festival, it is time to realise that perhaps music festivals may not be for me.

Don't get me wrong, I had a fantastic time. I went to Let's Rock Leeds and I saw some of the people I missed the first time around, like, Dr & The Medics, Tony Hadley, Kid Creole and The Coconuts and Human League and they were fab.

But I need my creature comforts, CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE TOILETS??? Every time I needed the loo, (Quite often, I have the bladder of a toddler) I wanted to cry. The words CESS PIT were muttered under my breath more times than when I walk into my teenagers bedroom, the smell. OH MY GOD, the smell! Is that normal? Why is it normal?

Is this why people drink? So they don't have to smell the portaloos?

Flags against blue sky

The weather was fantastic, I have never experienced weather like it, so so so hot, the kind of day you want to either hide away and eat ice cream or be out with friends and eat ice cream, UNLESS, like me, you are concerned about the sun safety of others. I managed to burn one arm, (I'm a twat, but I'm a safe twat) but some people were topless or wearing bikini tops and I was flinching as they walked past, it looked like a Lobster convention where the beer was cold and in plentiful supply, (If you didn't mind queuing for an hour)

I kept flinching at people and thinking, "They are going to feel that in the morning"

Mum Mode Level 10.

I also don't like crowds, so we sat on the grass, well out of the way, high on the hill to get a great view of the stage and listen to the music.

Music stage

Which is great at first, until another 10,000 people descend on Temple Newsam and pretty much all of them decide to sit in front of you/beside you/on you. 

It was at this point I wondered who I should have sold my soul to, to upgrade to the VIP section. 

They had posh loos, at this point, I would have sold everything I own, just to get access to the posh loos. 

red head wearing face paint

Face paint helped. Face paint always helps, right?

Slush puppies helped, but then, Slush puppies always help too.

I have come to the conclusion that festivals are perhaps not for me, unless I get either A, A VIP pass, or B, a posh loo pass.

There is no shame in admitting that perhaps festivals are not my thing, I had a great day out with my husband, but would I do it again?

I'm not sure.

How about you? Are you a festival fan? Do the toilets always smell that way? And where does one get one of those inflatable things you lay in? They looked fab.

Let me know.


Tuesday, 6 June 2017

Be At One Leeds, Cocktails

You all know that I bloody LOVE a good cocktail so when I was invited to the opening of the new Be At One on Boar Lane in Leeds, I accepted my invite quicker than I would accept an invite to get naked with Tom Hardy.

If you've never been to a Be At One before, think cocktails, with some more cocktails, and thrown in for good measure, MORE COCKTAILS.

From Oxford St, Kings Cross, Nottingham to Bristol, Be At Ones are springing up everywhere and bringing you beautiful bars with cocktails you may never have tried before.

We had a cocktail tasting and got to sample a lot of the cocktails, (although I did take umbrage in having to share each cocktail with 5 other people, don't ask, I wasn't impressed)  and I found a lot of cocktails that I probably never would have chosen for myself but would now ask for by name.  ANYONE that names a cocktail a Jager Mega Drive is ok by me.

This Sherbet cocktail was one of my absolute faves.

Cocktail glass

We got a lot of background into the bars as well as the thought that goes into each cocktail, I do love on the menu it gives you a helping hand in what to choose by giving you a wheel of choices and tastes to help you narrow it down a bit. If you want something creamy, it lists them all in one place rather than you getting confused and ending up drinking the same one each time. It encourages you to try something new.

Cocktail with popcorn in it

The taste masterclass was great but for me, the real test was when they turned up the music and let the evening run as if it was a normal evening with all of being able to order a drink. The atmosphere was great, as you can see, there was dancing on the bar and everything, FAB. 

Bar staff at Be At One dancing on bar

I'll definitely be going back to Be At One to try some more cocktails, there is a Be At One somewhere with an Irish Disco Biscuit just waiting to be drank.

Have you been to a Be At One, before? Let me know what your favourite cocktail from there is.


Monday, 5 June 2017

Hard skin remover for feet? How A-peeling!

Firstly, let me apologies for the pictures of feet, let me apologise for the pictures of dead skin and let me just apologise, full stop. I was never going to blog about this so I don't really have any artfully posed pictures of feel covered in rose petals or Rose Gold nail polish on my toe nails. I'm shit, what can I say, I'm a busy working woman who cannot even find a cat to put my feet on to get an Instagram worthy shot at the moment. (I will turn in my blogger card at the door, Im a fucking disgrace) 

HOWEVER, what I can tell you, is that I am wearing sandals, at least I think I am, when I look down I just see boobs, Its a great view, trust me. I am wearing sandals and my feet are in my opinion, OK. which is a HUGE step for me from thinking that my feet are absolutely vile and I hate them, Urgh feet. 

So here follows the story of me using one of the feet peeling foot masks to try to remove dead skin from my feet which pretty much nothing was ever going to remove. 

Firstly, it puts the feet in the bag (Please read that in a Silence Of The Lambs tone or it just doesn't work) 

Oh hang on, see i told you i was a terrible blogger lately, HERE is the foot peel that I purchased, I got it from Amazon, I am sure there are other stockists available but I am lazy, and I have the app. Soz.

Buy it, its fab. (Do I actually need to continue with this now? Are you all just here for the pictures of peeling feet? YOU ARE, AREN'T YOU? YOU MONSTERS) 

So I put my feet in the bags, planning to sit on the sofa and not move for the 90 minutes it told me to wear them, 2 minutes in and i needed a wee, the phone rang, my youngest wanted help putting on a hat or something equally ridiculous and I had left my phone on the other side of the room. SIGH. 

So I can assure you, you can walk around while wearing the bags on your feet, you look like an absolute KNOB whilst doing so, and you are constantly in fear that you will fall over, but you can walk around. 

after the time has elapsed, you take the plastic bags off, they call them socks but  assure you, it is like tying Asda bags around your feet, and then you wait, you wait and you wait and you wait some more just like at a red traffic light that you start to assume MUST be broken and then just as you forget you did it, you take off your socks at the end of a long day and your sock resembles some sort of freakish snow globe that has malfunctioned. Skin everywhere, 

And thats when it starts to get FUN. My name is Kellie Dawson and I have an addiction to peeling skin off my feet. 

Dear God, the satisfaction I got from peeling my feet was almost sexual. I am not even sorry, t was all I could think about. I was sticking my feet in the bath as many times as I could get away with just to loosen more skin so that I could peel it off in sheets. Some people wonder when they can slip off for a crafty wank, all I could think about was when I could next peel skin off my feet. it was intoxicating, addicting, I kept waving my feet in front of my husband going look at my gross feet, aren't they gross? 

I never realised how grey my feet were until the pink started showing through, and then I just wanted to see more, if I could have peeled down to the bone, i genuinely think that I would have done so. I just couldn't stop. It was amazing. 

All of the hard skin came off the balls of my feet and across. I peeled in places that I didn't even realise I had hard skin, I PRACTICALLY DEGLOVED A TOE AND I LIKED IT. 

but then, as always, good things must come to an end, I ran out of skin to peel, my feet were baby soft and pink. (I must add that my poor feet were sore for a couple of days, not unbearably but it does make you wonder if we do need a bit of hard skin to protect our poor feetsies) 

It has been a good couple of weeks since I last used the foot peel and I can't lie, I want to do it again, but I want to let the hard skin build up a bit again so that it is not a disappointment in comparison to last time. I'm gross aren't I? This is why I don't often do reviews, I am too honest. 

Do I recommend using a foot peel? FUCK YES, it is disgustingly brilliant and I loved every moment. 

Do I recommend YOU use one? 

Only if I can come and help you peel your feet. 

What do you think? Have you ever used a foot peel? Have I put you off for life or are you now furiously scouring the internet to find one. Let me know in the comments


Sunday, 14 May 2017

What I have learnt in my first year of marriage

So today is my first wedding anniversary. My husband and I (I do love saying that) have now experienced one year of blissful marriage.

What have I learnt in my first year of marriage?

Absolutely nothing that I didn't already know. 

I knew from the minute I first laid eyes on him, that I wanted to be with this man forever.

I knew that we were perfect for each other.

I knew that, despite the fact that when we we first met, I lived in London and he lived in Leeds, we were going to make it work.

and I knew that neither of us had ever experienced love or a relationship like this before.

Our wedding was perfect, well, apart from my husband falling victim to a bug that both my daughter and I had the week before the wedding. He spent the night before and the morning of the wedding being extremely ill. Poor guy, he didn't eat any of the wedding breakfast, in fact he didn't eat anything for about three days after the wedding either, thats how sick he was.

It was so great to see my London family and friends mixing with all the friends I have made in Yorkshire. Both sides really enjoyed meeting each other and some great friendships were created on that day.

Quite possibly, my wedding day was my favourite day of my life.

Do you want to see some pictures?

I've never shared these ones before, so I hope you enjoy.

wedding table

We got married on Eurovision so what else could our theme be but music?

black and white groomsmen picture

 Men doing mens stuff.

black and white back of wedding dress

I absolutely loved my dress and I knew I really wanted a train, it hitched up in the evening but LOOK AT IT.

wedding picture

 One of my best friends, Katy, fixing my veil after it came off.

Look, it is the beautiful Lynnette Peck, not only did I marry a man I met on twitter but I have made some friends via twitter that I consider friends for life.

shoes painted with music notes and flowers

 My husband handprinted these shoes as a wedding gift for me. Musical theme and the colour matches my hair and the colour scheme. These shoes were actually white, he changed the colour to look like music paper. How clever is he?

seating plan

 Yes, we had our own logo. The perks of marrying a graphic designer. He created everything.

two hands wearing wedding rings
My father died many years ago, so my brother gave me away, but the charm bracelet wrapped around my bouquet was a gift from my dad to my mum so it felt like he was there too.

group shot of bride groom and family celebrating

Family, every single person who came to celebrate our big day with us. We are so pleased and proud to have been surrounded by people who love and support us. Whether they travelled from miles away or from close by, we were touched by everyones best wishes and love on the day and ever since.

I had the best wedding day and today we are celebrating our first anniversary as a family.

Have a great day, I hope you love the pictures as much as I enjoyed the day.


Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Dove Body Wash, Body Positivity or Marketing Ploy?

Ok, can we talk about this?

Let me repeat the crap that Dove are spouting line that Dove are taking with this

"Each bottle evokes the shapes, sizes, curves and edges that combine to make every woman their very own limited edition,"


Show me, as a plus size woman where I asked for a gimmick designed by a company that doesn't always have the best track record on body positivity. 

Show me, WHY we need this? 

I wish companies such as Dove would stick to making products FOR my skin instead of trying to get UNDER our skin. This faux concern for me as a person and how I feel about myself is just getting annoying now. Let's not forget, Dove have been pretty hit and miss with their campaigns in the past, and whilst I would much rather companies do acknowledge body positivity, I am starting to feel as if Dove are now targeting Body Positivity as a selling point and just using it to sell more bottles. 

Other questions I have about the new Dove bottles.

What happens if I use the wrong bottle? 

Will there be changing rooms added into Superdrug and Boots so I can try the new bottles on? 

Can I share a bottle of this with someone who has a different body shape or would they be better off buying their own bottle? 

Are we meant to collect all the different shapes as if they are some kind of freaky Pop Vinyls?

And my most burning question for the Dove Marketing team, 

Would you not have been more Body Positive if you DIDN'T separate bottles into different shapes, and instead made one bottle with the tag line, ONE SIZE FITS ALL? 

Surely thats Body Positivity? 

Let me know. 


Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Spring/Summer Transition With Chums

Yes, I know we are barely into Spring but trust me, you will blink and before you know it, it will be 90 degrees and you will be sweating like Jimmy Carr in his accountants office.

So my friends at Chums have created a handy infographic to help you sort out your S/S style.

Now I REFUSE to tell you what you can and cannot wear. If you like it, WEAR IT, I don't care whether the RULES tell you that you shouldn't wear something, WE DO NOT PLAY THAT WAY. You want to wear the front fastening bra from chums the horizontal stripes, the tight fitting jeans? WEAR THEM. As the infographic says, 53% of respondents don't bother to follow fashion trends, and I want these people to be my friends. Who needs to follow the RULES?

My main tip for the Spring/Summer transition?

Wear what makes you HAPPY.

Don't you agree?

Let me know your thoughts.

*This post created in conjunction with Chums.


Monday, 8 May 2017

Announcing the death of the unicorn

I am sorry to announce that at 12.01, on the 8th of May, the Unicorn was finally declared to be deceased.

The unicorn is no more.
It is an ex-unicorn.
It has ceased to be
It rests in peace.

The Unicorn died from a condition called, PUTTING IT ON BLOODY EVERYTHING.

Unicorn brushes, Unicorn doughnuts, Unicorn nails, Unicorn Frappe,

Unicorn fucking toast. TOAST? FUCKING TOAST? Are you shitting me? (and is it unicorn shit?) 

Don't get me wrong, I bloody love unicorns, but let's get real here. (unlike the goddamn unicorns) we have a habit of taking something and just RUINING IT.

We overdo it, we stick it everywhere until we are sick of it, and then we move onto the next thing and just suck that dry too.

Mermaids, they are COMING FOR YOU.


Do you know how I know the Unicorn craze is over?

Let me introduce you to the Unicorn Dildo...........
(Never thought I would type that, if i'm honest)

You know where you can stick that............................

Personally, I still love the unicorn trend, but I wish it was used more sparingly. STOP putting it EVERYWHERE. I beg you.

And leave the Flamingoes alone. Seriously, I don't even want to think about a Flamingo Dildo.

Do you?

Let me know your thoughts on these trends, Is the Unicorn dead? Is the Flamingo endangered?

Let me know.


Thursday, 4 May 2017

Happy Blogiversary to me. Big Fashionista is SEVEN!

Oh my god, they grow up so fast, don't they?

Seven years ago I created this version of Big Fashionista and WOW, times have changed, haven't they?

Seven years ago, I lived in East London with my three small children. Now I lie in Leeds with two teenagers, an 11yr old who THINKS she is a teenager and my husband of nearly a year. (Much more on my wedding anniversary coming up this week)

So many things have changed over the last 7 years, I have been through so many bad times, and a huge amount of good times over the last 4 years since moving, and my blog has been there for me, all the way through.

I can see how much I have changed, my opinions, my look, all so different from when I first started. I have grown as a person, and it is really quite cool to see it reflected in my posts over the last few years.

Obviously, life is getting in the way recently, I am studying hard to be a teaching assistant and working in the classroom, my children need me in different ways from when they did as small children, and the first thing to give will ALWAYS be my blog, but it is still here. I am still here.

Stronger, wiser and 7 years older.

Happy Blogiversary to me.

Heres to the next 7 years.

Thanks for being here with me over the last 7 years, I couldn't do it without you, nor would I want to.


Thursday, 27 April 2017

Trying out the Samsung S8 with Carphone Warehouse

Dear iPhone,

This is the hardest letter I have ever written, and I know you may hate me for this, but when we first met, I promised you that there would be no secrets between us.
Over the last two years, you have seen me at my best and you have seen me at my worst, (Forward facing camera from a low angle) and you have always been there for me.

Dearest iPhone, I fear that I may be about to cheat on you with a younger model. I have had my head turned by something exciting and new, and I fear that this could be the beginning of the end for us.

I have only met this model once, I wish I could say it was a chance meeting, but I was asked to go and met them, and, oh god, I am sorry, I was weak. In the heat of the moment, and with the offer of some food and alcohol, I readily agreed to go to meet them at The Alchemist in Leeds. I promise you, it was not a date. There were lots of people there, it wasn't an intimate thing between the two of us.

But I met this new model, you may have heard of it, it is the Samsung S8, and I was tempted. If I am honest, I am STILL tempted.

It isn't you, it is me. You have never let me down, even though we do have a bit of a battery issue, but we get through that by me carrying a battery pack everywhere and a spare lead, THAT is what a good team does for each other.

But this new model, phew, it has taken my breath away. You should see it, it is breathtaking. The smooth curves, the glossy finish, the 8MP front camera and the 12mp rear camera, as well as the 4K video recording, it just gives me something that I never knew was missing in our relationship.

I don't want to make comparisons between you but let us do just that.

The top picture is taken on the Samsung S8 and the bottom picture is on you, my beloved iPhone 6S

I do not mean to be unkind, but I have certain needs, and the Samsung S8 meets those photographic needs a lot more than you ever can I fear.

I was with friends when I met the new model, and all of them agreed that the Samsung S8 would make an excellent partner. We are all bloggers and if we concentrate on our photographic needs, then I am sorry, but S8 knocks it out of the park.

Can YOU add stickers to photos like this?

We both know that you can't.

Please do not beg, I am confused right now, I don't know what I want. You bring me so much joy with your Apple ways and we have been together for so long, I don't know if the Samsung S8 and I are compatible, I don't know if I could live with her Android ways after being nestled in the Apple Ecosystem for so long. I don't know if I am too old to try something new. But I can see my little face just lit up when I saw all the things that the S8 can do and I am not sure if we should have a break, just so I can see if myself and the Samsung S8 can make a real go of it.

Dear iPhone, I think I may be breaking up with you, I just don't know if you can fulfil my needs in the same way that the Samsung can.

I am sorry.

Much Love,

Ok, help me out here guys, what are your thoughts on this, I love my iPhone and everything it brings me but the Samsung S8 is superb, I loved trying it out. It is probably the only phone out there that could make me leave my Apple bubble. Who else has made the swap?

Let me know.

Small print, this post is part of a challenge to have the opportunity to take home a new Samsung phone. So SHOW ME SOME LOVE and comments, please.


Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Broken iPhone chargers, don't get your fingers burnt

Up until yesterday morning, I always charged my phone overnight, via my bedside lamp that has a USB charger in the back of it. Like most bloggers people, the thought of my iPhone dying halfway through the day fills me with the FEAR. I charge my phone overnight and then usually have it on charge at some point in the afternoon too.

Until yesterday morning, when I woke up to THIS.

It was absolutely white hot and the smell in the room was just absolutely awful, I quickly took the charger out of the USB and just felt SICK at the thought of what could have happened.

What if I was one of those people who stick their phone under their pillow?

Or what if one of my three children would have used that charger to charge up their phones? Leaving it plugged in for days on end without paying attention to it. It just really does not bear thinking about, does it?

When I posted the picture on Instagram, a lot of people commented, "Cheap charger, thats what happens when you buy a cheap charger" but I am pretty sure that this is not a cheap charger as we usually buy my chargers from Apple, or we get a new one with our new phones. In the last 4 years I know for definite that I haven't purchased a cheapo charger.

The wire was ever so slightly damaged, at the top, you know, where every single bloody Apple charger seems to give way, but I NEVER, EVER expected to wake up to the smell of burning, end up with a scorched bedside table and a small blister on my finger.

But I just keep thinking it could have been SO much worse.

Today, I beg you. PLEASE look at your chargers, ALL of them, check them for damage and if they are damaged, THROW THEM AWAY. Replace them if you can but please, if your charger is damaged in any way.


I won't say that my house would have burnt down, if I hadn't have noticed it, I just don't know what would have happened. I don't want to EVEN think about it.

Has this ever happened to you?

How would you feel if you woke up to this?

Plus, let me know if you check your chargers. Can we have something good come out of this please?


Thursday, 13 April 2017

Entrance Music, music to enter to

Does anyone else find it REALLY hard to enter a room?

When I first moved from London to Leeds, I found going to events quite daunting when I didn't know anyone at all. (That changed quickly, Leeds bloggers are possibly the friendliest bunch you can hope to meet) To be honest, I was always a little anxious about going anywhere where I didn't know anyone, until I found myself some entrance music.


Ok, so we can't always be as awesome as Kesha but the one thing I found helpful when entering a room was having some entrance music, either playing on my phone via earphones, or having a kickass song in my head, giving me some confidence to kick ass and take names. (This may be a bit of exaggeration, more like giving me the confidence to kiss ass and take pics, but you get the drift?)

My main song of choice over the years has always been The Raconteurs, Steady As She Goes, or occasionally,  Killer Queen by Queen.

Before then, I would shake outside for at least 20 minutes, trying to build up the confidence to enter.

Now, I'm strutting. (well, not exactly but you know what I mean?)

So I'm asking today, do you have entrance music? Either to help you overcome anxiety or just because it gives you an extra boost of confidence?

If you do, what is your go-to tune?

If you don't and now I've got you thinking, what WOULD be the song you would love to enter a room too.

Let me know


Monday, 10 April 2017

Pampering Time with Q61

Like most women trying to balance a work life and home life, I RARELY get time to pamper myself so when I was invited down to Q61 in Leeds to experience their salon treatments and get some me time, I am not ashamed to say that I bit their hands off for the chance to relax and beautify myself. 

What can I say, I LOVE the idea of taking some time to really relax and unwind and be pampered but when push comes to shove, if I have an hour to spare, the chances are I am going to end up cooking a meal, tidying away some clothes or doing some homework. Taking the time to spoil ourselves comes WAYYYYYYYYYY down on the list and usually gets pushed further down when something new comes up, am I right? 

When my children was small, I considered being able to pee in peace, pampering. 

But now, well now I am older, wiser and totally understand the concept of ME TIME, even though I may not always be able to execute the idea, but an evening at Q61? 

I can make time for that. 

Lady having her nails done

Yes there were cupcakes, Is it even a blogger event if there are no cupcakes? 

There were also individual eyelashes being attached, nails being painted and pedicures. 

Now, I don't know how I got to 41 without having a pedicure but I was bricking it. I do not like my feet being touched, AT ALL, but in the spirit of trying to pamper myself, I sat in the booth and with only minimum screaming and slightly more giggling, I had my very first pedicure. 

I didn't kick the poor lady in the face either, everyone is a winner, right? 

Very wise words on the wall of Q61. 

Now let me take a second to tell you just how wonderful the people behind Q61 are, a husband and wife team, they started Q61 after Mrs Q61 had a bad experience and they both decided that they could do a lot better, trust me, they can. The salon is chic, welcoming and has a relaxing calm air about it. I genuinely wish everyone lived in Leeds so they could experience it. 


Plus, they had nice cupcakes.

camera on table

Are you even a blogger if you don't move the official photographers camera a fraction to the left to create a shot? 

eyelash extensions

Individual lashes being applied to the beautiful Jess. 

If you are based in Leeds, I HIGHLY recommend paying Q61 a visit, I will definitely be returning myself. You can check out their website here -> www.Q61studio.co.uk or go and say hi, when you pass them on Duncan St. 

Are you a salon fan? WOULD YOU BE, if you got the time to spare? Let me know

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