Avon’s Planet Spa Dead Sea Minerals Facial Mud Mask was the first face mask that made a difference to my skin. I’ve been through about four of these tubes, each has lasted a very long time, and I am really sad to hear that it has been discontinued!

This clay mask soaked up all of the excess from my very oily T Zone and left the rest of my skin feeling refreshed and ‘new’. It claims to minimize the appearance of pores and BOY did it do that. Like nothing else I have ever tried.

And now, I have about half a tube left and I can no longer repurchase it! So now it is my mission to find a replacement…any recommendations?







I hadn’t tried a hair oil until all the buzz around Morroccan Oil about 2 years ago. My hairdresser used it on me in the salon, and because I knew a lot of people were really singing its praises quite highly at the time, I bought the miniature (£12 still…) straight away.

I really loved it, but when it run out I really couldn’t afford to fork out the £30 for another one, I thought I’d give the V05 Miracle Concentrate Elixir a try, which was a fraction of the price. This just wasn’t to the same standard as Moroccan Oil, and I spilled most of it all over my carpet one day, so I then thought I’d try the Lee Stafford Argan Oil. I don’t quite remember the quality of this one, but what I do remember, was that I went out and bought the full size Moroccan Oil fairly soon afterwards. Needless to say when that bottle ran out, I thought I would try a cheaper alternative, once again. This time it was L’oréal Mythic Oil.

Initially I loved the product and the packaging was gorgeous, it felt really luxurious. The oil itself is a lot thinner than Moroccan Oil and it has a similar musky sort of smell, which I really like.

I use two pumps of this, and when I’ve used more, it never coats the hair it always sinks straight in. It does leave my hair feeling lovely and soft with a definite shine. I think this is really suitable for finer hair, as it seems to provide hold, and it has never made my hair feel greasy.  As much as I do really like this oil in comparison to a lot of the others I’ve tried, I still don’t feel as though It’s as good as Moroccan Oil. I don’t feel as though it is nourishing my hair quite as much. This annoys me a little bit just because I really do want to find a product that is just as good for less. I paid £13.95 for my Mythic Oil from Feel Unique, which I feel is a good price.

Overall opinion? No, I don’t like it as much as Moroccan Oil. Will I switch back to Moroccan Oil? No. I still really like this product and its light enough that it fits in with my hair care routine without weighing my hair down and making it look dull. If you’ve found that the lower end hair oils just haven’t been up to scratch, but don’t want to fork out an entire £30, then I would definitely recommend this.















I’ve been brunette for a few years now and I’m ready for a change! To mark the stage of official woman hood, or whatever. Lately I’ve been feeling so pale when I’m not wearing any fake tan and the contrast between my pale skin and dark hair is just too much. Last time I had it coloured at the hairdressers they did it so dark, I was nearly in tears. I actually said there and then how I really didn’t like it and asked them to lighten it up a bit; which they did, but it was still far too dark. So I’m thinking of changing salons for this too – there’s a Toni&Guy quite local and their prices are actually cheaper than where I usually go – result!

Looking forward to doing a follow up post in a few weeks! 

Who’s your hair inspiration?

The first I heard about any kind of acid attack was back in October 2009 when I watched Channel 4’s documentary Katie: My Beautiful Face. We learnt how the gorgeous model and wannabe TV presenter had had acid thrown on her face by a bitter ex boyfriend. We are shown the pain that this young girl has had to go through on a physical level through numerous hospital visits and her new daily skin care routine. The program had the desired effect on me and I felt awful after watching it. Firstly, awful for Katie, but also that this could happen in our country. Since then, I have seen further documentaries on the subject; Channel 4’s Saving Face portrayed the frequency of these attacks in Pakistan. For some reason, my heart didn’t go out to these women in the same way. And then last month I read about Naomi Oni, a girl who had acid thrown in her face on her way home from work in Dagenham by someone wearing a niqab; a person, assumedly a stranger, that is yet to be caught. I then saw Naomi on This Morning where she shared her story, along with feeling both heartbroken and uncomfortable, I felt scared, exposed. That this happened by an entire stranger so close to her home is terrifying.

Acid throwing is happening more and more across South Asia, where it is at its peak in Pakistan where around 150 women fall victim to an acid based attack. There are a few main situations that provoke these attacks. Firstly, is by a husband who believes his wife to be either having an affair or failing at her marital duties. Secondly is where a woman doesn’t like the advances a man is making towards her; if she refuses a proposal of some sort, and lastly, if a man feels as though a woman is tarnished in some way, unworthy to be part of the society. Whilst watching the documentary, I felt less sorry for the girls in Pakistan in regards to their attacks because I was very focused on why they were attacked in the first place. I realise that acid attacks both abroad and in our own country are not exhaustive towards women over a sexist issue, but that is seemingly the vast majority of the case. Relationships are complex, we all know that. If you do cheat on your husband you deserve a slap and a drink poured in your face, definitely, and if you are a bit of a floozy who is ‘tarnished’ from sleeping around a lot, you probably deserve to get called a slapper a fair few times; but acid thrown in your face? No. No way. Living in a country where your fate is dictated to you by a man with no room for freedom is the real tragedy here.

What happened to Katie and Naomi terrifies me. Those normal girls, who probably wear the same perfume as me and watch Coronation St. have had to go through such a scary ordeal. Living with burns/blindness or any illness is terrible for anyone, but it is so sad that this was inflicted upon these girls by either a complete stranger or a bitter ex boyfriend – it is a tragedy that someone who was apparently not 100% mentally stable was out there waiting to commit such an act. These girls now deserve a really great life. Katie is doing some amazing work for charity and affiliating with brands, mingling with celebrities, and seems happy. I hope she is. And I hope Naomi comes out of this with some amazing opportunities, and is recognised for her braveness and, above all, whoever did this to her is caught (I’d love to add here that he gets acid thrown into his face, too, but it’s not very Christian of me). Because this is what is so great about Britain; we will all stick together and support each other. If any person were to get their hands on the beasts that inflicted this pain, they would want them to suffer the same horrific pain. I am eternally thankful that the laws in this country mean that this has happened to so few people and, as women, we are so safe.

I’m Nadine. I’m a 22 year old English Student/Writer from Liverpool/North Wales. Despite Being born in Liverpool, living here now, and having a scouse accent, I consider myself to be Welsh.

I enjoy keeping up with current affairs, television and celebrity gossip. At the moment I am working full time trying to find myself a part time job; this isn’t proving very easy.

I joined twitter 3 years ago. And you know what, it’s changed my life. 

I used to spend so much money on magazines and newspapers, I’d buy the monthly women’s magazines such as Elle, Cosmopolitan, Marie Claire etc, the weekly ones like Look, Grazia and More! Then the trashy celeb ones like Closer, Reveal, OK!, the list could go on (there was also the fortnightly soap magazines, I am obsessed). And this was every week/month without fail! I love celeb gossip but this was a ridiculous amount of money to be spending on feeding my habit! Anyway I joined twitter and after a few months I discovered how I had MUCH quicker access to any celebrity scandal, and I also discovered fashion blogs. Suddenly, there was no need to buy all of these magazines anymore. So why I love twitter #1, it has saved me shit loads of money.

Now for #2. I was updating my CV just today and I put under my interests how keen I am in regards to keeping up with current affairs. It’s really true. This could very well have come with age, but more and more frequently I find myself participating in arguments and debates in university about political affairs etc, using information I have accessed solely through twitter. And I have whooped a few arses to be fair. Has it made me more intelligent, as such? I’m pretty sure it has. I’m quite sure I wouldn’t know a lot of what I do about our country if it weren’t for following news sites and papers through twitter, and the information being so readily available to me. 

The best part about twitter for me is that I follow very few people I know in real life on it. These select few are those who I either love or whose tweets I find highly entertaining. What I don’t see there, like I do over on another social networking site, are morons who can’t spell, girls I went to school with (who I couldn’t stand then) bragging about their perfect little lives, which I hope are very far from, and then the rest of my Facebook friends only ever talk about ‘getting on it’, whatever on earth that means. I sound like a snob here, I’m not, I’m just trying to articulate my feelings that Facebook users stagnate, it appears. I’ve applied for jobs and work experience placements I’ve found through twitter, it’s almost as though it’s a land of opportunity in comparison. 

I love twitter; I love reading what people have to say about an exciting episode of television, I love the banter when a celeb scandal comes out. It makes me feel like part of a community, however tragic that sounds!

There has been so much media coverage this week about the horse DNA being found in several supermarkets’ products. We all agree that this is unacceptable; firstly, we’re being sold something that has been described incorrectly and secondly, equine meat is illegal for human consumption in the UK.


For some time now, eating meat has been something I have felt uncomfortable with. I can’t even really explain why; it is not to do with my love of animals because, other than my own dog, I’m not an animal lover and I completely understand that farming is a business. I just feel inhumane eating meat, it doesn’t feel natural to me any more.

I’m trying to think where this all began. It started out after telling my Mum and her friend that me and my boyfriend had been for a meal, it was Indian or Chinese, and they were joking about it, saying how what I ate wasn’t chicken and that the chef had taken his gun out first thing in the morning and brought back pigeons, or seagulls to cook with. I never actually believed this, it just made me wonder how likely this was. About now things started to change, and for the most part, I wouldn’t eat meat unless I was sure I knew what it was. I have not eaten meat from a Chinese restaurant/takeaway for years. A friend of mine told me about how a few years ago they found the carcass of a dog in the bins of a Chinese restaurant just a few minutes walk away from where I live. I have no idea whether this actually true or not, but I almost felt as though I ‘knew’ that this was going on all along, this was just confirmation.

I’ll very frequently opt for a meat free dish at any restaurant, unless it’s steak which I thought I loved until last week when it just didn’t feel right what I was eating. At home, I never cook meat, I’m on a budget and it’s expensive (unless you’re buying those infamous Tesco burgers…), I don’t trust myself to cook it properly, and finally, I don’t enjoy eating it.

For these reasons, I have decided to go meat free for good. Vegetarians usually really annoy me, especially when they talk about animal cruelty. I’ve got a friend who gave up meat just a couple of years ago solely to lose weight and now she talks about how vile eating meat is, etc. This annoys me no end. 


Despite feeling this way for quite some time now, the horse meat scandal has definitely been the catalyst in my decision. By nature, I’m not very trustworthy, and this has made me think that, in regards to food, TRUST NO ONE.