10 things I’d like to thank my friends for

  
I always say how lucky I am with friends. I have such good ones. I have near ones, far ones, older ones, younger ones and all manner of different ones. But ultimately, I feel like fate brought me to the people I spend most of my spare time with and will always have on my Christmas card list, despite never sending a Christmas card to, because being friends with them feels like it’s so right.

Also outlining exactly why you love your friends is therapeutic and makes you feel lucky and happy and warm, so I suggest you give it a go. Then tell them about it, because everyone needs an ego boost sometimes.

1) For making me realise life isn’t a race and we’ll all make it eventually. (Probably, and if we don’t we can crash at each others flats and eat pizza until it feels better)

2) For all bringing such different likes, hobbies, facts and fun things into my life. I couldn’t have found a more random group of people and by miracle or youthful VK drinking bonding, it just works.

3) For making a night stood in front of a TV drinking wine, singing loudly to Enrique and dancing terribly feel like the most fun that anyone could possibly have.

4) Throwing caution to the wind so many times and alwats being up for a challenge, no matter how ridiculous. (Continuing to climb a Sri Lankan mountain using wild dogs as guides will always be my number story of why I lucked out on the friend front)

5) Being the kind of people that say yes more than no, and not just to wine nights and pub lunches, but for all kinds of experiences and fun.

6) For good all-round pub quiz knowledge, because it’s important. It really is.

7) For being patient people, even when change is needed and it seems it might take a lifetime to happen.

8) For the comforting feeling of knowing someone will always reply and chances are they’ll have been there, felt what you’re feeling and fix you with a little anecdotal therapy and a chat about life.

9) For bringing so much humour to everything we do and always laughing even when we are in a hospital waiting room on holiday with a burnt hand and one man down with oral shingles. (Yes, oral shingles are real. Yes, be afraid.)

10) For clawing through adult life with a sense of ‘what the heck is actually going on?’ and never pretending to have everything sorted and together. It’s much nicer to try and fail together and be able to laugh about it.

 

Balance Me skincare for smooth & happy faces 

  
So this is more of a quick FYI that I could slap on a post-it note than a blog post, but it’s been a hell of a week and I have about 15 drafts littering  my notes section of my phone that I will attempt to make sense of this weekend. Someone emailed me today asking if I was okay because I haven’t blogged much lately. A complete stranger. Who also wished me a happy, restful weekend. I really love humans sometimes.

Anyway, my point is… FACE WASH. One of my favourite things in life. I’ve written this many times on this blog, but if I ever find a new one that works with my problematic skin (breakouts, often allergic, often look like a greasy lobster who’s had a heavy night), then I like to share the love.

This little beauty came as a free gift from the lovely people at Look Fantastic. You always get so many treats and freebies when you order from them, so I recommend it. My sister was worried to try this stuff as she has really sensitive skin too, so I took one for the team and slapped it on. Hello delightfully soft, heavenly smooth skin.

  
I’ve never felt my skin feel so much like I’d already moisturised after a shower. This even gives me beloved Elemis a run for it’s money in the softness department. And no reaction, no extra oil, no drying out and no sign of a tribe of angry little spots setting up home on my forehead or chin.

I’m going to buy more Balance Me for sure, it’s good at getting off makeup or as first cleanse and I want that smoothness in my life. The ONLY downside to it is the smell. I can’t work out what it’s meant to smell of but I don’t like it. It’s almost like a green tea smell, and I’m not really into it, but the end result is worth it. It would be a solid 10/10 if it weren’t for the smell. I really recommend it. 

A fitness overhaul- 3 months in

  
When I moved in December last year, I was probably the fittest I’d been in years. I wasn’t running marathons or anything, but I could actually seriously exert myself without feeling like my lungs and heart were having a rave. My health problems weren’t great though, and when I started feeling more and more rubbish, I just sort of resigned myself to letting all the hard work go to waste. I didn’t join a new gym like I promised myself I would straight away, instead I started eating Lindt chocolate reindeers and using the cold as an excuse to behave like a sloth with a sweet tooth.

I saw someone post a quote on Twitter in January which said ‘The only exercise I get is running out of money.’ I think I laughed for about 40 seconds then realised it was actually me. I had transitioned from fit and well and on a roll, to lazy and uninspired. Exercise and fitness are vital for my body. I need to stay fit and strong to not end up crying in a heap of dislocated joints and painkillers, but I seemed to not really care. I blame part of this on that Christmas mentality where you eat and eat because it’s December and it’s just what people do. Twiglets for breakfast? If it’s December, then yes of course, I’ll eat the whole pack.

Anyway, eventually I did drag myself out of this winter misery and stop eating leftover quality street long enough to realise I needed my old diet back. After a month of getting back to my usual, much healthier self, I finally joined a gym and put together an exercise programme I could actually do and stick to. Turns out I need structure to function, so going to classes instead of just rocking up to a treadmill as and when I had time worked much better.

Now it’s been 12 weeks. It’s been three whole months of doing this timetable of exercise and aside from the obvious benefits like looking more toned and feeling more energetic, I’ve also started feeling more like I want to participate in life in general. I don’t think I ever actually realised that a sudden lack of physical activity and a lot of lazing around made me less inclined to join in with stuff, but it did.

Now I don’t want to go home after a long day at work and just lay in one place watching Netflix or traipsing around the kitchen throwing a meal together like it’s the hardest task ever. I want to do things, and be outside and see more people. For the most part my energy is much better. I look forward to gym days because I leave the classes feeling a lot less uptight and stressed. I’m grinding my teeth less and I’ve cut 95% of the coffee I was guzzling. It’s probably for the best I’m no longer on first term names with the staff at Waterloo Station Pret, let’s be honest.

I would be lying completely if I said for me it was all about the wellbeing and the energy, because it isn’t. The physical changes like the flatter stomach, more shapely looking thighs and stronger arms make me feel like it’s all worthwhile, but as long as something drives you, it surely doesn’t matter?

Apart from a hamstring pull where I ended up limping for a week and buying an aggressively green foam roller on Amazon, I haven’t let the momentum slip. When I went back to running this week post-hamstring, I could feel that a week away resting had jilted my fitness. In the past I probably would have let the hamstring just lead me back down the path of slothism and snacks consisting mostly of Nutella and digestive biscuits.  But even in a week I missed the structure and the social side of the classes. Turns out having a wheezy chat while you stand bent over after doing a circuit of box jumps is just as sociable as WhatsApping from bed.

I have a game plan and an aim to keep this going until the end of the year, because I’m genuinely keen to see where I can get to. I mean, there are still 6 months of the year though, so it’s a long time to stay strong, but as long as I stay well (finger, toes and legs crossed) and don’t let the inevitable winter turn me into a life Grinch, I feel like I can do it.

5 Louis Theroux documentaries on Netflix you need to watch


Documentaries can’t be beaten. I used to lose entire days of my life to the Documentary channel when I was a student with nothing better to do on a Tuesday. I miss that channel deeply. But now of course there is Netflix, which is upping it’s documentary game all the time. Clearly a lot of people feel the same because this post on 6 documentaries worth watching and where to find them has taken over as the most read ever on this site.

One of my fave documentary makers is obviously Louis Theroux. There’s something about the way he manages to look harrowed but interested at the same time in all situations that I love. And how completely chill he is even when he’s in gravely dangerous places, like he’s about to casually have a sit down and a latte. Netflix have recently added a ton of Theroux stuff and I spent the weekend just gone feeling quite rubbish and watching many of them. These are 5 currently available on UK Netflix that you need to watch if you haven’t already. Or just re-watch them. Seriously.

1) Weird Weekenders- Professional Wrestling

I have zero interest in wrestling, professional or not, so I didn’t really expect to enjoy this, but it’s actually SO interesting. If you look at professional wrestling and all the strange soap opera drama and roll your eyes, give it a watch. Wrestling is a crazy world to be in so it seems. From barbed wire rituals to huge beefy men acting out melodrama while wearing spandex.

2) The ultra Zionists

This is not a lighthearted watch by any means. It actually made me feel sad, confused, angry and then sad again, but it’s absolutely fascinating. It’s about the fight between a small Jewish community and their surrounding Arab neighbours over who should occupy the West Bank. Definitely one of the most interesting Louis docs on Netflix and it actually explains a lot about that part of the world that I didn’t understand.

3) Twilight

After I stumbled on Hot Girls Wanted (a Netflix documentary) on how young girls get into porn, I became quite fascinated by it and me and my housemate started watching all sorts of documentary films that try to navigate around all the reasons youngsters enter the world of pornography. This is a look back at a documentary on porn from the 90s and what’s happened to those people featured since. It’s not exactly light hearted but it’s more chilled Friday night friendly than The Ultra Zionists and really eye opening.

4) The return of America’s most hated family

This is a follow up to my favourite ever Louis Theroux about the Westboro Baptist Church in America, which if you haven’t seen, you HAVE to watch. It’s one of those things where you sit with your mouth open in shock at the world. I watched this when I was in sixth form and jumped right on this one when it was released. Religion, yo.

5) Under The Knife

Plastic surgery obviously. One of my favourite documentary subjects, don’t ask me why, but I just can’t help but be morbidly fascinating by extreme surgery and what it does to people. This is a good weekend watch watch with friends. And his face when he sees some of the surgery results is priceless.

6 hidden little corners of London you need to explore

Okay, so they’re not all exactly hidden, but I didn’t know about these places until the last year or so. The more I spend my weekends aimlessly wandering around London, the more I realise how much aimless wandering there is left to do. I’ve never lived outside of zone 4, but I still find new places all the time. My favourite way to find them is to just stumble upon them on walks, but if I want to head off with a plan, I always turn to Instagram. It’s my favourite travel tool for looking up hidden gems, even in my home city. If you find yourself with a day spare to spend out on the streets of London town, I highly recommend these little gems.

1) Shooters Hill

In all fairness, this place is quite out of the way, and until I went there recently I’d never even been to this part of London. It’s out past Woolwich, and if you’re into views, then it’s worth the trip. There’s also a little builders tea cafe looking out on acres of green a couple of minutes walk from the hill where you can get coffee, ice cream and toasties. We were visiting a friend’s new flat by Woolwich station, so we went here first (it’s a very short bus ride from the town centre), and then I decided I kind of wanted to live there because there were loads of lovely whitewashed houses with flowers everywhere, and this view just casually hanging out in the background. Hiya London.

2) St Dunstan In The East

This is one of my favourite little corners of the whole of London. Secretly nestled inside the city, not far from Monument Station, are the ruins of a bombed out church. It’s SO cool. There’s nothing to do here but look and take photos, but we went on a Saturday mid-morning and it was so peaceful. It’s been planted with vines and lots of greenery so it looks like something totally lost in time, and pretty amazing when sun shines on it. So worth taking ten minutes to pass by, especially on a really sunny day.

3) More London

Good for lunch, very central, and quiet enough on a weekend when the surrounding offices are empty to hang out without feeling trapped by thousands of tourists. It’s also a good cut through between London Bridge and  Tower Bridge and has a weird little urban stream running through it. Oh and there’s a Leon’s.

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4) Hay’s Galleria

My Friday night haunt last summer for post-work night drinks. This place is like a little square, under cover, with a giant fountain, bars, places to eat, cafes and market stalls in the day. It also looks out across the river directly on the city and has lots of twinkly lights at night. Balls Brothers is worth a visit, plus they do a really good cocktail happy hour AND you can play petanque- seriously, look it up.

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5) Bermondsey Street

If money were no object and I could just casually drop a mil on a nice little studio flat like a Kardashian or something, this is where I would do it. I love it so much. As far as streets go, it’s got everything. Quirky little cafes, bottomless brunches, independent book shops, restaurants, flower stalls and it’s not manic, despite being so connected to so many big tourist hot spots, like Tower Bridge. I need to get super rich and live here.

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6) Shad Thames

Another place I wouldn’t mind living if I happened to find a fortune on the floor one day. Around the Tower Bridge area, this is like a little series of alleys containing the coolest looking flats, connected by walkways in the air. I went here not long ago with my friend for tea and cake (important business) and then went back about four times just to walk around and look at all the little wine and produce shops and peek-a-boo views of Tower Bridge.

How social media and blogging transformed my health anxiety

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I think I probably see at least two tweets a day with links to articles or blog posts singing the praises of the digital detox. Generation Y- the people who have a smart phone in their hand while in bed, in the bath or on the toilet (you’ve all done it). We use social media too much apparently. We stare at our glowing little screens for too long. We’re obsessed with other people. It’s bad for our mental health. It’s bad for our self-esteem. Probably all true to a degree.

I use my phone too much. I went to college in the rise of Facebook. I did journalism as a degree when the digital age was starting to thrive and print magazines were starting to die. “Sign up to Twitter!” “Start a blog!” “Learn about SEO!” I did a module at uni that required everyone taking part to set up a blog. This was 2010, and the first time I delved into WordPress and started getting my head around tags and catergories or trying to think about content someone- anyone at all, would want to read. Then I graduated and forgot my password.

Fast forward two years and I was in my first permanent job after uni, doing some web stuff, learning all about diabetes and dipping my toes into digital marketing. Oh and I also had crippling pains in my shoulders when I breathed and was waiting on endless referrals and seeing endless physios and rheumatologists and puzzled cardiologists who couldn’t work out what the sudden deterioration in my physical health was.

I just assumed it was something wrong with my joints and that some physio would probably fix it, but the longer it dragged on and the more symptoms that appeared, the more confused I got. Anyway, finally, months later and after one partial hip dislocation, I got a sort of diagnosis. “You’ve got a rare disease that we don’t know much about and we haven’t got the testing right yet, but you’ll be okay for now asking as long you don’t keep dislocating things and become immobile.” Okay so I’m paraphrasing, but that was the gist of what I got told, because there really isn’t much known about JHEDS- Joint Hypermobility Ehlers Danlos, to be precise.

Jolly good, I thought. I’ll just erm, go and continue life while my joints fall apart and wait for the day some lengthy research is finished so I can Google it?

I tried to do some research, typing in random words doctors had said and even turning to those live chat forums where an alleged doctor answers you. Like, who are these people? Why do they all look like stock image models in their photos and are they really there? I have some serious doubts, plus one chat led me to being told perhaps I ate too much food colouring. Legit, I’m sure.

Around about that time, my colleagues started receiving requests from the local council for us to contribute to their blog. The task fell to me and after writing a bit and delving back into blogging, I started to wonder if there was a blog out there for everything…and every health condition. This is the internet, where you can see micro-pigs ride around on turtles, surely there was something that could help me. It took less than hour to find several blogs that told the stories of patients who’s joints were breaking, bodies were bruising and limbs were hurting. You know in films where something falls into place and a light shines down like angels are using a torch or something? That was me, right then.

There were people all over the planet, not loads but some, writing about the same sort of condition that I had. People who actually understood, who hadn’t got the right answers from doctors and who had advice I could take on board. They knew how it felt. This also led me to discover the phrase ‘not rare, but rarely diagnosed.’ I was not alone, which was nice to know.

The blog discovery flipped a switch and I started searching Twitter. I found people who tweeted about connective tissue disorders. Imagine loving reality TV and selfies and drama more than anything and discovering the Kardashians for the first time.

It became clear that I needed to join this community. I wanted to do health communications/marketing as a job, and I needed support for my own health, as anxiety and stress was making me feel even worse than the pain. I needed the virtual pat on back and look of understanding these Twitter accounts could offer me. So I started blogging. I started tracking down people who had the same condition as me, or similar, and tweeting them. I sent them, very nervously and after much deliberation and hovering, links to my first blog post.

Looking back, I got a pretty overwhelming response.  People were so kind. People offered me advice, shared their stories, read my writing, shared it on and suddenly I had more Twitter followers, people were subscribing to my blog and I felt about 99.9% less lost and scared than I had several months before, leaving hospital appointments with just words and confusion.

To this day, the online community of rare disease sufferers, chronic pain fighters and fellow connective tissue lackers make me feel better. They make me feel confident I’ll get through bad days, they educate me and they give me a connection to people who understand how I’m feeling. There’s a line though, as sometimes too much information, perhaps not specific to you, can cause more anxiety, so I try to digest just the right amount.

It might not be ideal that we have phones glued to our hands and share everything we eat and wear on Instagram, but social media and blogging helped my health in ways I can’t even measure.

4 phases of cutting out coffee 

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I’m not fully giving up coffee. I’m not never going to have one again or start giving Starbucks daggers as I walk past slurping a kale smoothie. But in the past few weeks I’ve gone from drinking 2 or 3 a day to having had one full stop. One coffee in 3 and a half weeks. For me that’s miraculous. I even ordered a decaf at my birthday brunch (I know, there’s still a tiny bit of coffee in it- it’s been hard). I was a full blown caffeine addict. I spent a fortune on cardboard cups of foamy latte everywhere I went and felt like a heap of rubbish until I inhaled my first mug of the morning. 

I used to hate coffee. I can’t remember exactly when I got taken over by it but it was basically a social thing and definitely related to office work. I started off joining colleagues and slowly sampling different types, and ended up drinking and drinking and drinking. 

I didn’t decide to cut it because of some diet or new approach to wellness. I have bladder issues and it undoubtedly doesn’t help, plus I found myself dehydrated and groggy in the afternoon at work every single day. And then there’s how much I was spending. I did make it myself in the office kitchen a lot, but there’s something about carrying a coffee shop drink around that makes me feel better and I don’t really understand it, but anyway. Spending the year saving meant cutting things out, and £50 a month of fancy coffees had to be one. 

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I’ve been on antibiotics for a couple of weeks because of a stubborn UTI, so coffee couldn’t have featured anyway. But it’s not bloody easy to kick the caffeine habit. 

First came the classic headache. Every morning at about 10 it felt like a tiny little man was going to work with a hammer inside my skull and I ended up needing painkillers to get through them. Phase 1. 

Then came thirst. Serious, overwhelming amounts of thirst, which considering I already drink at least 2 litres of water a day, was pretty unexpected. I also, after just a few weeks off, don’t know how I drank coffee to quench thirst. Not cool. Phase 2. 

Phase 3 was, and no surprise here, horrendous mid-morning and mud-afternoon tiredness. Where I’d normally pump myself full of coffee, I had no stimulant to keep me going, which also made me realise how little carbs I eat in the day and how I need to fuel myself better. Salad and water aren’t going to help you win at life. 

Once the headaches and the yawning and the feelings of ‘my head must lay down on the desk immediately’ started to ease a couple of weeks in, I suddenly became aware of how good it felt to be fuelled by water. I’ve always drank loads but maybe the caffeine was knocking my hydration back down. Being properly hydrated has stopped my eyes from blurring, my brain is fogging over less and I think it’s helping alleviate the fatigue that renders me basically as useful as tree trunk in the early evenings. A pretty happy phase 4. 

I’ve also, although it’s been easier because I drank it a lot less, kicked tea out of bed.

But this weekend I did have a coffee. I was out with my mum and we went to Cafe Nero and I had my only latte in nearly a month. I then spent a jittery 15 minutes looking at sports bras and feeling very wired. 

I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long at cutting out something I love, but I actually don’t want it back, definitely not daily anyway. 

My experience of exercising with a chronic health condition

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Tonight I was at the gym and found starburst wrappers on the treadmill. Someone’s clearly having more fun while working out than me. 

I might not exactly be Kayla Itsines but for the past 9 weeks I’ve been doing something that’s made a massive difference to my health and wellbeing, especially mentally. Er yeah, you probably guessed it if you read the title- exercise. But not just random, sporadic sessions or meaningless 20 minute bursts on any free piece of gym equipment, I’ve had an actual routine. 

Exercising when you feel constantly unwell is not a high priority, I know, I’ve been there. I’ve also been in situations where doing anything physical ( like walking 15 steps) would have been impossible, so I understand the severe end of the spectrum as much as the mild. There are tons of chronic illnesses that stop sufferers being able to exercise, from chrones, to endometriosis or joint related problems like mine- the list is endless. What I’ve been conscious of ever since being diagnosed with Ehlers Danlos, is how much I need to get fit but how much it could end up making everything worse. It’s a catch 22. I was told to get fit and strong or end up immobile, yet my body is fragile and my joints dislocate and my body doesn’t function right. There’s a very careful balance to strike. 

The idea of going to an exercise class after a day of bad pains would make past me feel horrified, and it sometimes still does. Putting up with sharp, dagger pains in fingers, legs, feet, ankles, jaw and basically any body part you can name leaves you ready for bed and painkillers, not spinning. What I’m slowly learning though, is that when you know how to judge your body, you can do the right amount of exercise without leaving yourself bedridden and weeping with regret. It is possible- and I realise not for everyone, believe me I feel your pain. I dread the next time I’m under a duvet covered in deep heat unable to lay or sit comfortably or lift my phone up without feeling like I’m being beaten by various blunt objects.

My determination to keep a run of good days, and now good weeks, has also made me extra careful to not push myself and get cocky. I need to remember I am not Britney (have you seen her abs lately though?). By dipping my toes in gently and not being scared to sit out or modify moves in front of a class full of people, I’ve given my chronically unwell body a whole new spring in its step. 

I’m currently doing spinning, circuit training, HIIT and a core class every week, plus some some gentle running. It’s a lot and more than really ill me a few years ago would have dreamed possible. This amount of exercise won’t always be possible, and I no doubt will still have weeks where I can’t walk downstairs properly let alone do box jumps and planks. The point is, I’ve tried out various things, taken advice from trained professionals and put together a routine that ‘having a good spell’ me can do. I don’t do everything exactly as instructed in circuits because my fragile shoulders would probably pack their bags and leave me, but getting over the fear of asking for help and not needing to be on the level of total strangers at the gym has meant I can do a Lauren circuit session. 

On days I exercise with pain, I take everything down a few notches. Less reps, less sweat, less effort. Showing up and just raising my heart rate is better than doing nothing at all. I also try to make sure I have what I need after- a bath, hot water bottle, deep heat and time for a long sleep. And I’ve bailed out on days where exhaustion leaves me napping accidentally in toilets or with blurred vision and brain fog. 

I want a nice body. I want to be fit. I want to feel physically good and I want to treat my body right- even if it does give me a bloody hard time. I don’t want my health to stop me. It will. I know that at times it will undoubtedly floor me and make me feel more engine failure than fitness fanatic, but by gaining the confidence to give things a go and setting some limits, I know I’ll bounce back and want to feel the way I do now- which is pretty bloody good and on track to serious confidence. 

Thank you low maintanence friends

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If I could get my hands on Hermione Granger’s Time Turner I sure as hell wouldn’t use it to do coursework or attend Ancient Runes. I’d use it to make time for all the people in my life I don’t see enough of, and probably to do some voluntary dog walking because, well, dogs. 

I used to have this massive circle of friends who I’d see all the time on rotation and have endless plans with. These days I see those most convenient geography wise and those who invite me to things way in advance, and while that sounds like I’m a terrible friend, I promise I’m not. Time is such a strange thing, I felt like my life as a recent graduate went quite slowly, still living much like a student, still arranging big nights out and mid-week dinners, still going for a drink on a Tuesday night to fill each other in on the past two days where you were busy working and adulting.

But actually, it went so fast I feel like I missed it. Then the next couple of years of care-free travel and getting real jobs flew past. Now I’m 26 and I can’t quite believe it. The one thing that’s really changed, above all the moving, earning, career-paths and life goals, is the dynamics of my friendships. 

Friends I thought I’d never ever go more than two weeks without speaking to now only feature in my life a handful of times a year. I have friends I only see at Christmas. I have friends who I only message and never see full stop. Friend guilt is definitely real and made much worse when people don’t let you forget the very undeliberate distance or the months of minimal contact, even when the door swings both ways. 

I’m grateful for low maintenance friends so much. I’m grateful to be able to retain people in my life without solid plans to see them often or long conversations every week. If they didn’t exist, I think adult life would force us all to have much fewer friends. “I have to go to a pub lunch and catch up with people” is most likely not a good enough excuse for a sick day. If only. 

There’s definitely a big difference between being low maintanence and being a bad friend, and I couldn’t be more happy that I have a few of the former. Oh and massive thanks to WhatsApp for making friendship about a million times easier all round. 

What you should buy from Boots No 7 


The two things I love most about No 7 products are the price and the softness. It’s also a bonus they don’t leave me with an extensive, lumpy, unhappy rash on my overly sensitive face like so many products that came before them. I realised I could use No 7 without fear of a break out about 2 years ago and I jumped on board the No 7 boat for life.

I used to only use their moisturiser and face wipes, but since I ditched wipes, got a boots card and actually used one those vouchers you ALWAYS get in boots for £5 on a mini haul, I’ve started using everything.

I went in a couple of weeks ago and used their skin matching service to buy my first foundation in 4 years (I know). I’ve always managed to somehow have both frying pan oily and lizard dry skin at the same time so foundation basically falls off or dries up and makes my face look like an old tree.

After getting the whole combination skin thing under better control (thank you forever Elemis Tri-enzyme face wash), my sister recommend I go get the skin matching done. I left Boots with a properly matched (cool beige because I’m the colour of milk) ‘Airbrush Away’ foundation, mascara, foundation brush and new moisturiser.

 If you need something light, medium coverage and reasonably priced, I couldn’t recommend it more. The colour matching makes such an enormous difference and it looks invisible, just like you have clear, soft and even skin- the whole point right? I’m a foundation novice but I’m so happy with it. The brush is really worthwhile too. It’s the perfect size even for moon faces like mine.

I also use No 7 to get all my make up off these days. Their ‘Melting Gel Cleanser’ which I’ve been using for about 3 months first came into play when my skin was suddenly so dry it was coming off in strips. An attractiveness peak in my life. It’s super soft and you don’t even feel like you need to moisturise after and it’s ideal for washing off make up or just as a first cleanse. If you need to fix some dry skin give this a whirl. It took about two days of use to make a really noticeable difference. Same with the body wash.


Another face wash winner is their foaming cleanser. I know foam washes are known to be drying but this stuff left me with clearer skin really fast and I didn’t break out, so I added it to immediately to my ‘no risk of cheek hives’ hall of fame. Also good at getting off make up.

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The ‘Dramatic Lift’ mascara is just mascara but a firm 9/10. Good brush, not clumpy, long lashes.


And lastly their moisturiser is perfection. Good for very sensitive medium dry skin, lasts a good amount of time and doesn’t cling for ages when you’re trying to get ready. They also do a good thick night cream which I need to repurchase.

That’s probably enough No 7 worshipping (this isn’t sponsored or anything, it’s just true love), but my summer face is definitely going to top up my boots card points.