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…”

Why #metoo has me worried

mihai-surdu-415698I’ve kept fairly quiet on #metoo, which isn’t like me at all. But the truth is, it’s made me feel a little uncomfortable and not for the right reasons.

You see, on Tuesday, I hesitated to walk down an alley because a man was standing next to it. He was waiting for a lift after work, but all I could hear was “#metoo” and I stopped and considered not walking down the alley, a walk I’ve done many times before. Continue reading “Why #metoo has me worried”

Ministry Does Fitness – or the day I joined the Beautiful People

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Saturday mornings are bliss, aren’t they? The first morning of the weekend, no need to put the alarm on, a time to relax and recover from Friday Night Frolics.

Yet there I was, knocking off the alarm – for a fitness class.

Yup, a fitness class. I have become the type of woman who forsakes the Saturday lie-in in favour of a knackering hour at the gym. (I am starting to get very worried that somehow when I turned 50, I went through a wormhole in space and am now in a very strange parallel dimension where I do things like this. Donald Trump as US President has to be pretty strong evidence in favour of that hypothesis, no?)

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