Friday, September 12, 2014


Last night I did something that I had been dreading all day, something that really scared me.
You'd think I was dipping my feet in a piranha bath or something actually worthy of such terror, but no, I merely attended an open evening at the local college. The reason I went was to enquire about the Irish course they offer on an evening; it's just a 10 week course that runs during the autumn term and I wanted to check if it would be suitable for someone who knows how to say "Dia dhuit, Gail is ainm dom" and no more. Oh and "is maith liom cupan tae".

It turns out that it's going to be perfect so my bravery paid off.
 I have a feeling that these classes will end up making me feel the same way driving lessons did a few years ago (constant pangs of "OH SHIT" every time I remember throughout the day) but I passed my driving test first time and there's no reason why my adventures in Irish can't be as successful.
I can't wait to get going and I'm SO ready for a challenge!

Saturday, September 6, 2014


Over the past say, 3 months I've been trying more than ever to improve the state of my skin. I've always been fairly lazy and certainly never did the whole CLEANSE, TONE, MOISTURISE routine and yes, you could tell. Although I'm still not totally obsessive about it, the fact that I'm taking the time to remove make up properly and use decent products really has made such a difference; my skin definitely looks better and so the make up I put on top is finally getting to look somewhere near as lovely as it can.
So the skin on my face is pretty much sorted but look under my chin and you'd have to be blind to not notice that the skin on my neck is a completely different beast. In fact, it literally feels like it's come from a different beast; my own now smooth and relatively clear skinned head sits atop the neck of George Michael.
I'm talking about facial hair here gals, or in my case, an 'as-severe-as-I've-ever-seen' case of PCOS induced beard.
I've mentioned this issue before on the blog, a good while ago when I was talking about Vaniqa but I never really followed it up, 'it' being writing about it on here or the cream.
 (Please do follow these two links HERE and HERE if you're at all interested/affected by this.)
And so I'm back to square one but with better skin this time and an even more profound hatred of this prickly issue.
 I am SO BORED of having to deal with this.

I get up every morning and it's one of the first things I think about.
On warm days, if I want to wear my hair up it's something I have to take into consideration.
When I apply foundation, I have to make an effort to cover any traces of hair or dark spots.
When I have my hair cut, I dread having to put my head back into the sink and so expose my neck.

On a more positive note, I also feel like I'm able to be far more frank than ever about it and I know that the readers of this blog are either supportive and kind enough to be trusted with this frankness or sensible enough to just 'click away' if they're not interested. No biggie.

I've decided that in a couple of weeks, I'm going to recommence laser therapy. I have been before, a couple of times, but for one reason or another I didn't keep going which is ESSENTIAL if you want to get any long term success. I know how effective it was for me previously and I'm so excited about seeing the same difference again.

I'm definitely going to be blogging about all this, both for my own sake and for anyone out there who may be wondering just how effective laser therapy can be and in the meantime, I'll probably do a post or two about PCOS and the ins and outs of laser therapy itself.

Friday, September 5, 2014


Casting aside social 'norms', familial expectations and emotional hangover, sometimes the issue of changing our body's size is purely a practical one.
A couple of weeks ago, I spotted a dress in a blog sale; the very same dress I wished I had bought from ASOS last winter. A black velvet dress which I had already started wearing in my head; worn with a bright statement necklace I'd bought especially from that little company off Instagram.
Yes, it was a size smaller than I would usually wear but my usual ASOS dresses are slightly roomy and so perhaps slightly blinkered by my own want, I bought it anyway.
And so it arrived, and of course...IT DOESN'T FIT.
This could go one of two ways; either I leave the dress hanging solemnly in my wardrobe feeling sorry for both myself and it, or I use it as the whistle at the start of a 'losing weight' challenge. I've decided that I'm going to choose the latter so this is my notice to myself that I have until December 1st to be able to wear that dress.
Why December 1st?
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