Beauty on a budget

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She likes to splash out, but how does The Mumster cope when asked to watch the pennies? 

It is ridiculously easy to spend money nowadays. Contactless means you can just tap your way around town, merrily pinging through cash that doesn’t feel quite real. If like me you may have flashed your plastic a bit too much, then are there budget friendly options out there that are a treat without being spendy.

Over the course of a week I tried various products, all available in Boots, Superdrug or supermarkets. The most expensive product was £16.50 and the cheapest £3.29. Now I love an expensive product, usually – although not always – they are better quality. However, I have discovered and rediscovered some real finds, a lot of which I am carrying on with. Continue reading “Beauty on a budget”

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One palette – seven looks

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Down to the pan on only two colours in your eyeshadow palette? The Mumster throws shade on sticking to the same looks and shows us how to get the most from the handiest piece of your make-up collection…

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Feeling lonely? You’re not the only one

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So there I am, preparing for the “most wonderful time of the year” and it hits me – God, I’m lonely.

Now writing that, I’m really scared. I’m actually thinking of bottling this whole post. If I haven’t and you’re reading this, spare a thought for me because I’ll be sitting in a corner and worrying. Because out of the many social taboos out there, saying you’re lonely is one of the big ones.

Saying you’re lonely is the modern equivalent of walking through a busy street, ringing a bell and shouting: “Unclean. Unclean” while your leg drops off; an admittance that something is wrong, that you’re unworthy in some way because you don’t have a friend.

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2017 – A year in beauty

If it’s make-up, then there’s only one person I turn to – my friend The Mumster. Seriously, if you can swatch, dab or layer it, she’s there. I’m so happy she’s agreed to do a regular piece for 50 Sense. Enjoy… (Nothing here comes from PRs. It’s all her own stuff and her own opinion.)

At this time of year the TV, radio and newspapers are littered with reviews of the year. It’s definitely a tradition – and who am I to argue with that? Traditions are what keep us going. Except sprouts. No one needs sprouts.

I love make-up. It is my Kryptonite, as my bank account will testify. The packaging, the thrill of the purchase, the joy in using the latest thing that will make me look stunning (or at least feel stunning and isn’t really the point of make up?) I tried a few new things last year, but only a few made it. So here are my finds for 2017:

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How to survive the menopause

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Do me a favour. Click open a new tab, go to Google Images and type in “menopause”. Go on… I’m waiting. That’s it! I can hear you screaming – I mean, have you ever seen anything a selection of more depressing pictures in your life? Row after row of women with crumpled, agonised faces, desolately holding their head in their hands or their hands to their foreheads – when they’re not holding a massive electric fan, that is.

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New year, new me – not quite…

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Last year was in many ways awful and I see no sign of that changing, but yet I still get that sense of optimism with a New Year. It’s the same in September – that “back to school” feeling that gets me looking longingly at stationery (hey, I’m a hack. My favourite press invite last year was for Paperchase. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.)

Perhaps it’s because while the world seems to be rushing to go to hell in a handcart, personally 2017 was pretty good. And as its resolution season, I’m building on that for 2018. So here we go, blog pickers, my countdown for the next year and onwards… Continue reading “New year, new me – not quite…”