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:
Continue reading “2017 – A year in beauty”
I’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”
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?)
Continue reading “Ministry Does Fitness – or the day I joined the Beautiful People”
Well hello, strangers. Yes, I know, look at the date. It’s been a crazy year. First of all I was ill throughout most of January and February. Nothing serious nor worrying, but staring at screens when I wasn’t at work just wasn’t happening. Then life went nuts with work trips and interviews with some amazing people and we started a podcast with Olly Mann… All very interesting but again, left me not wanting to stare at a screen more than I wanted to.
But now I’m back – and I’m FIFTY!!!! Yup, it happened. And it was fabulous. A weekend filled with family and friends, far too much food but loads more good cheer.
Continue reading “50 and fabulous friends”
Ha! Now that surprised you, didn’t it? Someone singing the praises of a year in which we saw the UK divided over Brexit, Donald Trump – DONALD TRUMP! – elected president of the United States, hate crimes rise, an MP killed for speaking up for the helpless, war in Syria, the return of the Cold War and the death of Princess Leia (not to mention all the other heroes we grew up with).
Added to that, this year, I heard about the first death of someone I’d known at school. Other people I know have been diagnosed with terminal illnesses.
Continue reading “2016 was a wonderful year”
I have a confession – I’m a terrible Geordie. If it’s winter, nine out of ten times I go out I wear a coat.
I know, I know, that’s a shocking admission but it’s true. I can’t stand being cold. I’ve had the facility guys at work at my desk more times than I can count (not that that’s much, having failed my maths O’level five times) to change the direction of the air-con. Meanwhile, from November, I don thermals more days than not and can’t go to bed until Brian the hot-water-bottle-toy-dog-thing-that-you-microwave has been in for at least 15 minutes to take the chill off.
However, these last few weeks, I’ve been the one sitting on the tube with my coat sat on my lap; the one in bed throwing the quilt off me and searching for the cold spot; the one…
Continue reading “Am I hot? You bet I am”
It’s been a crazy few weeks, filled with travels and work and moments when I’m filled with imposter syndrome and think: “I’m just a little lass from the slums of Byker. How the hell am I so lucky to be experiencing this?”
Mind you, I think anyone meeting South African artist Esther Mahlangu will think the same.
Esther is one of those people who fill you with awe. I was invited to an art class led by her by (Belvedere)Red Vodka – she’s designed a special edition bottle for them to help raise funds for the fight against Aids.
Continue reading “Raising a glass to Esther Mahlangu and all women of spirit”