A Little Bit Of Self Care

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Hello Everyone!

Today we are going to talk a little about self care.

Sometimes I get carried away, I can be a bit of a workaholic and find it really difficult to switch off, this can mean that I take on task after task and spend my entire day, morning to night, working on everything and anything that has come my way and then suddenly I realise weeks have gone by without me taking a break, yes weeks.

I start to notice the tell tale signs that I've pushed too far yet again, the tight chest, the pains in my back, the feelings of anxiety or stress... That's usually the point when I remember I started watching a movie two and a half weeks ago, turned it off to catch up on something and I haven't actually stopped since then.
A few years ago this would have been my cue to head to the town, burn off some stress walking miles around the shops and go home with a new lippie or two. Times have changed though and now I live a three hour round trip from the shops and when you factor in traffic near the city, parking and travel time it just isn't as relaxing as it once was, now I like to relax at home.

The first thing I do to de-stress and begin my self care time is turn that phone on airplane mode, this stops me being distracted as message after message pours in and it also stops me going to my emails or apps and updating for a while, once I know I have my phone out of the picture I start on a bit of pampering

At the moment I have been using the T-Zone range that you can pick up at Superdrug, it's all really affordable and I am enjoying using the products.

The cleansing wipes are amazing, like I've said, sometimes the end of the day arrives and I've not stopped for hours and I just can't be doing with a full cleanse, tone and moisturise and so (provided I've not had a full face of makeup on because I always do the full routine then) a quick wipe with these bad lads and I feel refreshed, also, they're black which is so unusual and I love something different. They have a light musky scent and don't leave any residue behind, job done and off to bed.

I have been enjoying the face masks too, I'm trying to get more into face masks as I really want to look like I have the skin of a teenage girl even though my teen years are long gone but that's another story.
These masks self heat and are activated by water so to use one I wet my face and squeeze the sachet into my hand then massage into my face, if I want the mask to be warmer I just add a little more water, as the mask is massaged in it keeps warming and after about a minute I rinse it all off and boom, clearer looking skin.
The mask is designed to open pores and then the charcoal acts as a magnet to draw out dirt and impurities while the bamboo extract is there to control oil. Magic.

My newest favourite tool in younger skin is the Sensse Anti-Ageing Facial Cleansing Brush and Exfoliator, if you know me you'll know that I love me some anti-ageing tools (read about the other device I'm using at the moment - The PMD Microderm) and you might also know if you follow me on twitter (@RosySparkles) that my beloved Magnitone Lucid died on me and therefore I needed a new cleaning brush and this one ticked all the boxes.

Apart from being beautiful to look at, the Sensse brush has three speeds so that you can set your intensity, the first setting is for sensitive skin (moi) and then goes up to a higher level for deep exfoliation and anti-wrinkle treatment.

The bristles are designed to massage the skin to stimulate collagen and elastin production, which as you probably know, are two of the vital components in reducing fine lines and wrinkles, I have high hopes for this one!
Oh and it also has a built in battery that is supposed to last 60 uses, so you don't have to charge it each time, perfect.

I've been using the Sensse with the facial scrub from T-Zone which is designed the same sort of way as the face packs with the Charcoal to draw out imperfections and the bamboo to keep oil at bay or my Liz Earle cleanser because I love me some Liz Earle.
The T-Zone range are mineral oil free and purifying and I can't wait to try more from the range.

After all of this I do like to just settle down with clean skin, hair in a messy bun, a good book and a glass of wine (or a cup of tea if it isn't wine o'clock, you don't have to stage an intervention!) and after a few hours I start to feel human again, then I check all my emails and start again the next day back on the rollercoaster trying to remember to take a breath!

How do you like to relax?

Have you tried any of these products?

Rosy xx

Say My Name by Alegra

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Hello Everyone, 

Welcome to my second post this week! If you missed yesterday's post, it was an unfavourable review of some rather popular makeup brushes so if you missed that then be sure to visit that post here, but today we are here to talk about a recent read of mine:

Say My Name by Allegra Huston

Say My Name is the story of Eve, a middle aged woman who is slowly drifting into surplus in a miserable marriage with a man more intent on discovering his spirit animal than paying any mind to the needs of his wife.

Eve spends her spare time searching for hidden treasures to help out her friend's antiques business between gardening work and dealing with her surly and self obsessed husband but one day her luck changes when she discovers a beautiful but damaged mystery instrument and meets the young and beautiful son of an old friend, both by chance but both carrying the opportunity for change, self discovery and satisfaction, the question is, will Eve step out of her comfort zone to chase her own inner self?

Say My Name was a fast paced and electrically charged read about the paths we take, the people we meet and the effects of it all on our being, it is about what is left when you've spent your life catering to others as a mother and devoted wife and then find yourself with an empty nest and a selfish spouse but mainly, it is a look into fixing the broken and wearing our scars well.

I gave Say My Name 3/5 stars on goodreads.

I have an extract from Say My Name below so that you can sample the writing style and see if you think this may be a book for you.

There, under a table heaped with china ofthe sort nobody uses anymore, she spots it, almost hidden behind    random objects carrying price stickers faded by time.
Daylight filters through grimy windows onto worn green velvet, golden wood.
Strangely, the case is open—as if it’s hoping to be found.

It’s bigger than a violin, much smaller than a cello. It’s fat, squarer than most instruments of its kind, with an  elongated neck, and—this is what draws Eve in—encrusted with vines. The fragile carvings seem greener. They were once painted, maybe.

Eve moves the piles of junk aside so that she can crawl under the table. Usually she wears jeans for these expeditions, but it’s a hot New York summer, so this morning she chose a thin dress, counting on the intricate print to disguise any smudges. It will rip easily,   though, so she tucks up the sides into her underwear to keep it off the floor.

As she crouches down, the bones of her knees crack. Though she’s fit and strong,her forty-eight-year-old body is starting to show age. Her brown hair has almost no gray in it—good genes, her mother would have said—but soon she’ll have to decide whether to color it. She’s never seen the point of lying about her age and, being married, she’s less concerned about looking young than she might be if she were single. Still, the ugly milestone looms. She’s tied her hair in a ponytail  and covered her head with a scarf to protect against cobwebs.

By profession, Eve is a garden designer.Her husband, Larry, makes enough as a product development manager for a pill-coating supplier to pharmaceutical companies to enable him to treat her little business as, basically, a hobby. This annoys her, but the truth is, she treats it that way too. Taking it more seriously would mean confronting Larry and  claiming ownership of her time and priorities, which she is not prepared to do.

The status quo feels fragile, although it also feels as lasting as mortal life allows.  All that’s required is that she keep the delicate political balance, and doesn’t rock the boat or disturb the sleeping dogs. She’s gotten into the habit of not pushing  any communication past the minimum required for practical matters and the  appearance of enough closeness to assure her that their marriage is sound.

On weekends, guiltless and free, she searches out treasures for her friend Deborah’s antique shop. Larry doesn’t complain; she suspects he’s glad to have the house to himself. For her part, she’s glad to be away from it. 
The strange objects she finds ignite her imagination, conjuring up lives more exciting, and more terrifying, than the low intensity safety of her own. Today she’s exploring a northerly part of New York City that, like a tidal pool left by successive immigrant waves, houses people from nations that may or may not still exist: Assyrians, Armenians,Macedonians, Baluchistanis. The alphabets in which the signs are written change block by block. Neighborhoods like this are her favorite hunting grounds.

On her hands and knees under the table,she tugs at the instrument in its case. It shifts with a jerk, leaving a hard outline of oily dust on the floor. Probably it hasn’t been moved in years. She lifts it up onto a tin chest, keeping her back to the storekeeper to disguise her interest.

The vines twine over the body of the instrument and up its neck, stretching out into the air. Though the delicacy of the carving is almost elfin, it has the strength of vines: blindly reaching, defying gravity.The tendrils are dotted with small flowers:jasmine, so accurately rendered that Eve identifies them instantly. A flap of velvet in the lid conceals a bow, held in place by ribbons. It, too, is twined with curling vines.

She wiggles her fingers into the gaps between the instrument and the velvet lining, prying it loose. A moth flies out into her face and disappears in the slanting shafts of light.

Holding it by the neck, she senses another shape. With spit and the hem of her  dress, she cleans away the dust.There’s a pudgy, babyish face, the vines tightening their weave across its eyes.Cupid, blinded by love.

Eve pinches up dust from the floor to dirty the face again. She has learned not to improve the appearance of things until after the bargaining is done and the money has changed hands. Then she turns the instrument over.

The back is in splinters.

Eve touches her finger to the ragged shards of wood, longing to make this beautiful thing whole again. The damage must have been deliberate: an accident would have broken off the vines. What drove that person over the brink?Musician’s frustration? Rage at fate? Heartbreak? She can almost feel remnants of the emotion stuck to the gash, like specks of  dried blood.

If she had it repaired, the cost would almost certainly be more than the instrument is worth. And even an expert might not be able to restore it completely. It could  serve as a decorative item, but only if the gash stays hidden. Deborah won’t want it she has a rule against broken things. Also,  she feels more comfortable with things that have names, like bowls and vases  and candlesticks. Passionless things that sit prettily in nice rooms. The history that this object bears on its back would freak her out.

Eve moves to return the instrument to its exile, but she can't bring herself to do it.Now that she has touched it, she cannot push it back into the shadows.

Let me know if you've read Say My Name or if it sounds like something you'd enjoy reading,

Bye for now,

Rosy xx