Archives for the month of: November, 2012

Hey there Bloggettes and Followers,

Dry skin has been the bane of my life ever since I emerged from the moisture of the womb…

…By the age of three, I was a fully fledged reptile, who was permanently cocooned in all manners of steroid creams to keep the shedding at bay. Itching, scratching, itching, scratching… It was like the Crusty The Clown insert on an episode of The Simpsons! Doctors tried to hold me down and bind my hands, whilst all I wanted to do was innocently rip my skin off. I solemly recall how they persisted with injecting me, smothering me and force feeding me all types of medication. Trials of this drug, trials of that drug, I felt like a white rabbit in a labortory. They were at war with my skin; Each and every time, eczema won the battle.
“Scabby Sarah”, became my name for a short stint in primary school. “Scaly Sarah”, was a not-so-endearing alternative. I found solace in Rachel; a fellow reptile, as well as Jade, who had a flakey – or as cruel kids put it, “snowy” scalp. We could have formed a band. Seriously, we could have made some mad percussive beats with the insane amount of scratching between us!
The only kid that got it worse than us was “Scummy Stacy”, who was permanently infested with nits. Poor girl.

A few decades later and I can hesitantly say that I only get the occasional erosion of my limbs. My scalp still looks like the mountains of Alaska but I cover this well. Well, I try to at least. Well, noone has shaken a bottle of head and shoulders at me…
At least to my face!

So I decided to give my legs a total-moisture-lock-in last night; I had enough of waking up to dry skin flakes on my black bed sheets. Trust me, if like me you have sexy black bed sheets, you will understand. Out came the Cling Film. Out came the Organic Shea Butter. I threw in some pure Argan Oil for good measure.
All these fancy-smanshy creams and fuddy-duddy lotions, that smell like heaven and beyond, do absolutely nothing for my dry-as-a-bone legs. My hands, face and arms are sensually soft – body balms from Lush, and Palmers Cocoa Butter do just the trick. Its like magic. But for my legs however, I need the heavy duty, armed forces shizzle.

Call of duty List:

Fushi Virgin Argan Oil

*Argan Oil is great for both skin and hair.. Take note people.. Read the rest of this entry »

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Hello Friends,

My week has been positively Meh! Incredibly Blah! As well as complete and utter Shhh…

Getting home after hours from work… like ALL WEEK and having to stand up on public transport, *tuts* like the ENTIRE JOURNEY *rolls eyes*.
However there have been some highlights…
These include:
Old Rasta man clipping his (dinosaur-cretin-like) finger nails on the Tube, then having the audacity to scrape the dirt out from beneath them, rolling this into a ball and then flicking it onto the floor.
Eastern European man, digging ferociously into his nostrils, as if he were trying to locate Where’s Wally. He also had the cheek to roll the remnants into a ball and flick it onto the floor. Hate for public transport?
African lady, snapping her gum loudly in my ear on the Overground (pet hate Numero Uno), whilst shouting down the phone as if she were really trying to communicate to the other side of the earth.
Purchasing Haagendaaz ice-cream from the Turkish shop up my road, getting home excitedly – only to discover a moldy and thawed Cookie Dough – Yes I did still attempt to eat it. These are hard times.
A dog dressed in a coat cuter than mine with a strut fiercer than Grace Jones’.
School kids rocking hairstyles that I used to have in the 90’s… Nostalgia.
Lastly, being given far too many back-handed compliments, like, “Oh my gosh, like, you’re hair is soooo nice, and sooo long…. for a black girl.”
You should have seen this girl attempt to awkwardly talk her way around my bemused expression – and then suddenly change the subject.

Such is life. I have been suffering with mild depression since the sun went on holiday to the Southern hemisphere. I genuinely suffer from Vitamin D deficiency. No joke. So that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) really does exist to all you fellow skeptics out there. You see, I leave my house and its dark outside. I leave work and its dark outside. If it wasn’t for lunchtimes, I would be sure that London is drenched in permanent darkness. These are the chilling times where I begin to pop pills (supplements) like the crack-heads in my local park comatose on the floor with shit up their backs. Often.

Speaking of parks, here I am enjoying my local, sans la tete de la crack.

I am a tart(an) deep down, underneath all of this class.

And by the end of the day, all I wanna do is strip off and ‘Baroque’ and roll.

Cape, Vintage
Jumper. £22, New Look
Skirt, £30 (sale) River Island
Clutch Bag, 19.99, Zara
Tights, £4, Marks and Spencer
Shoes, £60, OFFICE
Bangles, £6.99 each, New Look
Lipstick “Cyber” £12 MAC
Nail Polish in “Pom Pom” £6, WIP by Urban Outfitters

Before you ask, the cape is one of my AMAZING Scottish Vintage finds, I know, im pretty proud of myself for this positively gorge’ number, however my eczema doesn’t agree. It decides to ACT UP – As it does with most Lambs-wool garments.
But can we talk about this jumper?
Well there’s a story behind this legendary find *Old Skool Hip Hop Vocal* …”and it goes a little sumfin’ like dis..”
My good mate-slash-colleague Beckface and I, were shopping around High Wycombe on one of our rare lunch breaks, it was a Tuesday, and were were looking for one of those shit, cookie monster shaggy jumpers. You know the ones that feel so good to cuddle, but are a ball-ache to wear? Those. By the way, I do hope you are not still reading this in that Hip Hop vocal…
Anywho, I had recently purchased this FAB-U-LOCIOUS over-embellished mini skirt, from good ole’ River Island, in the sale. It is so dramatic, and a bit on the weeny side (thighs are screaming for air) I needed a baggy knit to tone it all down. So the hunt was on. Our first pit-stop was Miss Selfridge. We found a super-cute cream fluffy jumper; it possessed the purrfect amount of fluff, but failed on the itchy front. It was also a little too tight, and by the time I put it up against myself and looked in the mirror, I had decided that I wanted a bigger, blacker and better one. So onto Topshop we wandered, in search of this big black number. Topshops’ find was an all black, knit and fluff mix; this one had horizontal strips; alternating between knit and shag. Only problem was, the knitted bit clung in awkward places, making me look like the big, black Michelin mans’ wife. It was also fanny skimming. Beckface and I HATE anything fanny skimming. For those of you that don’t know. fanny skimming is a term reserved for blouses/knits/shirts that hem just above the camel-toe. Not a good look. Also, this fanny-skimming-Michelin-Mama jumper was a pinch at £42. So, off to New Look for a £22 dupe it was.

Ahh New Look, often overlooked due to your cheap prices, mass production and funny fitting clothing. However, I must admit, lately New Look has indeed been giving Toppers a run for their money. There she was hanging boldly in the corner, all shaggy and unkept. I skipped toward her, searched frantically for a Medium, and once found I held her close. This was our moment. I slipped her on, over my t-shirt she flowed – she felt so soft and furry. This top was perfect. Slipped easily past the camel-toe and sat at ease at my thighs… There was only one problem… the stupid ribbed arms. I mean, why, New Look? Why do you have to be all different and quirky? What’s with the stupid ribbed arms? A few quick turn-ups and she was just right, like a big shaggy T-shirt. Take note New look. This is what you do with stupid, unnecessary ribbed arms.

New Look Jumper

And here are some of the other magical finds from that lunchdate with Beckface…

Zara Clutch

River Island Skirt

WIP Nail Polish

Get to rockin’

La Minx

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Hi friends and Bloggettes…

I’ve decided to grow my hair long for the wedding next summer.

I started my hair journey 5 years ago, when I had the awful “choppy” layers my butcher – (a-hem), I mean hairdresser, cut into my once-luscious locks. Upon discovering just how raccoon-tailed my hair looked in a simple pony, I immediately changed hairdressers. Like ASAP. I got my hair cut into a long bob and started over again. It took me a very long time to be able to trust anyone near my hair again, not because I was overly precious on the length, but because, quite frankly, some black hair dressers are straight up CRAZY. I almost felt like I was being somewhat punished for having a healthy head of lengthy hair; Hairdressers’ were either terribly rude, awfully slow, or simply lacking the basic technique of a good blow dry. I wanted my hair blown out, not my head blown off, scalp burnt and folicals and (healthy) ends completely obliterated. No thank you please.
It took ages to find Janel; a humble, beautiful Trinidadian lady (whose deliciously good with a pair of scissors). I discovered her by chance; after I returned to the Hairdressers, bemused by a botched blow dry – which reverted twenty minutes after leaving the shop and then left me fifty quid poorer. Instead of a refund, I got Janel, who worked wonders on my tresses. She gave me the best blow-dry (and a cut disguised sneakily as a trim) known to man. My hair stayed straight for weeks!!

So, for the last five years, I have been steadily growing out my hair. Yeah, I’ve made mistakes along the way; like henna, hair dye, brassy highlights, side fringes and a poor hair diet. But I, well more like my hair, bounced back…

My hair was stupidly arid after over dyeing it. I mean it was literally dry-as-dessert dry. You know those broom sticks witches supposedly ride past the moon at night? The bristles?… Like that. I was seriously praying for rain season or a definite monsoon to sort the dry tangled mess in which I left my hair in. Now I must disclaim that I am a skeptic about almost everything, especially when it comes to ground breaking hair science; like Morrocan Oil, Brasillian Keratin Treatments, Ammonia-free hair colours etc… I can honestly say I’ve tried every brand of hair care out there. (No lies, when you grow up a stones throw away from Dalson, its possible.) I’ve tried brands in the black hair shops, in the Asian hair shops disguised as black hair shops, in the pharmacies, online boutiques and just about everything on the shelves of Sally’s, Boots and Superdrug. After watching Chris Rock’s documentary “Good Hair”, I came to realise that most of these products have the same shit in them, but are all boldly claiming to possess, “cutting edge hair care technology”. I’m over it. I can probably relay an alphabetical ingredient list off the top of my head. That’s just how many products that I’ve used, that are supposedly entirely different from the rest of the market, but yet share the exact same ingredient list.

In saying that, I have admittedly found some winners along the way. I have to confess, I have had a positive experience with the Brasillian Keratin treatment. My bestie Abi showed me the light with the Nature Brazil range.. Since first taking the Latin plunge a year ago, my hair has been restored to its virgin status. Well, close enough…Although hair doesn’t have a hymen or anything, it’s kinda hard to understand what exactly is meant by the term Virgin hair.

Nature Brazil

So I went a bit Brasillian-Loco and bought into a line of products called La Brasilliana. The range has a shampoo (UNO) a conditioner (DUE) and a leave in serum (TRE). I have to report that I got so much more out of my keratin treatment whilst using these follow-on products. Even after the treatment wore off, my hair still felt stronger, softer and more manageable!

La Brasilliana

Here I am with my hair straightened.

Back shot for y’all.

So I had my hair sorted on the straight front. I needed to tame the curls, not John Frieda tame, where by their adverts indicate a curl-genocide, but keep my curls nourished, refined and moisturized between washes. I opted on taking a long term break from straightening, not only because I was broke, but also due to the fact that I couldn’t be arsed with the lactic acid building up in my arm when blow drying. It’s a lot.
So I needed to find an all round product that refined and restored whilst not being greasy, and not making me look like the let your soul glow guy from the movie, “Coming to America”.

Geri curls will be back one day, but I will not be a pioneer.

So after heafty research, and testing out a few market phenomenons here and there, I discovered the biggest secret known to hair care specialist all over the world: Saryna Key, Curl Control. Oh. My. Gosh. It is so good, I’m worried about posting about it. Not only is it already expensive (and can do without inflation due to supply and demand) it is hard to come by, with very few retailers stocking it in the UK at a reasonable price. I found it cheaper in Australia but foolishly forgot that I’d have to pay through my ass with customs! Stoke Newington Post Office held it at ransom until I settled the fee. Boo-urns.

Saryna Key Curl Control

But at 500g, it’s a steal for £40. I’m not just trying to justify my splurge here. Honestly, It lasts forever and really feels like some witch doctor cure for seriously damaged hair. Curl Control contains fortifying natural ingredients, mixed with hair proteins, folic acids, collagen, keratin and enriching oils. It’s amazing. Smells amazing. Feels amazing. I saw and felt results like never before; my curls bounced back like a slinky! Four months later and I have back length hair that is strong, silky and thicker. Curls that are bouncier and more defined.

Here I am with the treatment on wet hair.

Here I am with it rinsed and towel-dried.

It’s sooo important to make the right investments in hair care. You only have one head of hair so treat it right!! That is of course unless you have multiple lace-front wigs lying about for whatever reason… Then, I guess that bold status doesn’t really stand for you at all.

Laters,

La Minx
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New Post!

Tips For Lips: Lickable Lipchitz..

La Minx
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So I had a little hiatus from blogging. I’m sorry… Well no, I’m not entirely sorry, as I have a perfectly reasonable explanation. Before you assume, I didn’t have a major work overload. I wasn’t suffering from swine, bird, cow or man flu and I wasn’t just lazing around catching up on shit TV. In all honesty I was at church. Bowing my head before the Father.. Setting a date for my wedding!!!

Yes – I have finally done it! I’ve been engaged to my Beau for almost 3 years already! I have finally pulled my finger out of whatever orifice it was supposedly lingering in and took a leap of faith. Literally, jumping, leaping and schrreeeching like a banchee in church. Oh God, I am on cloud nine. So excited I could pee myself a little! Although, I’m really not sure why people say “a little.” Really and truly, you can not just pee yourself a little, like there is a flow option. Incontinence or not you would fully piss yourself, especially if you are a female. Guys for some reason, are able to control their stream, like its some faucet; they can have a rhythm and velocity; a percussive staccato even? Enough of that.

So I am getting married next summer… It will be a vintage affair, to pay homage to my late Grandparents who came to Britain in the 50’s. Very fitting. It will be a very fine day indeed. I have already been busily-bee-like hovering about, getting tit-bits sorted for the big day!

So there. A perfectly honourable explanation as to why I have been absent to you dear friends and followers… So I’m back. And it’s cold. Colder than I remember last year. Darker that it was last year at 5pm and I am not impressed to be shivering my little ass off already. Not impressed at all. So I thought I’d keep you ladies warm ad cosy with my Top 10 lickable Autumn shades of lipstick!

Reds, Roses, Corals and Berries, will be sure to keep you toasty this Autumn/Winter “Oh-twelve”. Whatever your complexion, there will be a shade – I can bet my bottom (dollar) on it, for you…

Chanel Rouge Allure Velvet, La Ravissante:

A Gorgeous Coral. Matt Finish, Medium Coverage. Undertones of Beige and Rosey Highlights.

Mac, Up The Amp:

High Pitched Plum. Sheen finish, Full Coverage. Undertones of Pop Pink and Blue Highlights. Creamy.

Mac, Quick Sizzle:

Full-on Barbie Pink. Matt Finish, Full Coverage. Undertones of Pure Pink. Fluro.

YSL Rouge Pur Couture, No. 202:

True Red Rose. Matte Finish. Medium- Full Coverage. Undertones of Pink.

YSL Rouge Pur Couture The Mats, No 14:

Orange Red. Satin Finish. Medium Coverage. Undertones of Orange/Yellow. Creamy.

Mac, Ruby Woo:

Blue-Red. Matte Finish. Super Matte. Full Coverage. Undertones of Blue. Chalky.

Mac, Chilli:

An Autumn Brown-Orange. Matte Finish. Full Coverage. Undertones of Orange.

Mac, Diva:

Vintage Burgundy-Vino. Matte Finish. Full Coverage. Undertones of Plum/Pink.

Mac, Rebel:

Pinky-Purple-Berry. Satin Finish. Medium Coverage. Undertones of Pink and Blue.

Mac, Cyber:

Seriously, Gothic Blue – Black. Satin Finish. Medium – Full Coverage. Undertones of Purple. Creamy.

My Favorite? Has to be the newbie: YSL Rouge Pur Couture, Les Mats, No.14… It is a sumptuous Rouge. I would especially recommend it to those whom are new to Red Lipstick. Apply directly from the tube or with a brush. Great payoff and has a dewy-like feeling, even though it is a matte finish. It really isn’t drying, so those who find Mac’s Ruby Woo far too chalky; this is a great dupe. My other newest baby is my first Chanel Lipstick; although it is a bit on the pricer side, it is a wonderful Coral. Much better than my Mac, Force Of Love, which I found had an awful consistency – far too much white pigment and it just sat within the crevices of my lips. No matter what condition! So the Chanel baby is a keeper for sure. It comes in a beautiful case; with a click-push-open feature! The packaging is also gorgeous; Black and Gold (I feel a song coming on…) It really does shout “Luxury”. This Matte Chanel lipstick has numerous siblings of different shades. Im very interested to try out the La Somtueuse, another Rouge-Rose… and their L’Equise could give Mac’s Diva a run for its money! The Best-Seller, La Facinate is a must-have Red. Better put it on your Christmas wish-list ladies…

Oh Chanel!

Until then,

Stay Toasty..

La Minx

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