5 Easy Steps to Healthy Living

After deciding to ditch the chemicals in my cosmetics cupboard it felt a bit silly to not give my diet a bit of an overhaul too. I've never bothered much about what I eat, thinking Pot Noodle and a Diet Coke is a perfectly acceptable lunch most of my life. When I started to really think about things though, there's an awful lot of rubbish in what we eat. I remember looking at a flapjack in the local shop, made locally by a local company. It contained 23 different e-numbers. When I make flapjacks there's only about 5 ingredients.

So, I made some changes. And what have I found? I'm happier, my skin looks better and I have more energy. Here's how you can get those same benefits.

Review: Betty Buff Totally Oatly

I've been struggling for a while with my 5 year old's eczema. We were lucky enough to be sent a sample of Betty Buff's "Totally Oaty" gentle scrub (not to review, just 'cause they're lovely people!) and I have to say, I'm impressed.

Lazy Easter Day

Yesterday I didn't quite get the relaxing bank holiday I deserved. Up at 5.30am, in the car by 6am and on our way to Blackpool to pick up my step-daughter. A quick turnaround and we were back home by 6pm. It wasn't all bad. We listened to a bit of Harry Potter, stopped off at my Dad's for afternoon tea and I had a blissful few hours of my husband all to myself.
Today is a little more relaxed. Lunch with the in-laws (I made a quiche) soon we'll be off to Homebase to buy some fence paint. Maybe we'll go to the cinema too.
I hope you've all had a lovely Easter weekend and got some time to yourselves.
x

Linky Saturday: The Beauty Diaries

As you probably know I'm an animal gal now, and The Beauty Diaries is a fantasmic blog all about cruelty free cosmetics. Check it out!

Lush Henna

I'm not known for spending hours on my hair but, after a GORGEOUS haircut at Flint in Norwich I decided my hair also deserved some summery redness.

Body Image

Every man and woman on the planet has, at some point, assessed their own attractiveness and found themselves less than satisfied. The classic women's woes of big bums, thunder thighs and pot bellies have been self-analysed countless times. Why do we think like that? Why does it matter? Why do some people think they look worse (or, like Samantha Brick, better) than they do? And does it really matter?!