staying true to you.

staying true to you.

If you asked anybody to describe me with one word I’d expect something along the lines of  “crazy, gobby or funny” and maybe a few explicit terms from people who don’t like me but we will ignore those. I’ve always been the same; at every parent’s evening at school my parents would hear the same line from every single teacher “she’s very chatty”. Although at the time my parents can’t have been best pleased, nowadays I’m very proud to be called chatty because I know that I haven’t let time change me.

I’ve been in so many alien experiences in my lifetime; I moved schools, houses and across the UK when I was around 13- one of the most important times of a teenage life. In my old “life” I never really fit in, I had friends however I never really felt like I belonged to a particular group. After moving, I had the same issue- I wasn’t the “cool” kid, or the “clever” kid or any group in between. Several times I felt the need to change, maybe I needed to be a different person in order to fit in. One day pretty soon after I moved I decided to try to be “cool”, I backcombed my hair (yes that used to be the cool thing to do) pierced my own nose (I was pretty dramatic back then) and thought I was the coolest kid on the block. “Edgy” Tamsin lasted about 24 hours before I got bored and realised nobody cared- although I do still have my nose pierced- I must have become attached to it. Now at the ripe old age of 21 I can look around and admit that nobody seems to fit in these stereotypes and have the best bunch of friends.

Many times I even thought about deleting this blog because I worried people would find it cringe, boring, tacky or all of the above but I remembered it’s something I wanted to do and realised it didn’t matter what people thought. My point is, the thing I love about myself the most (and something I’d like to think people think about me) is that I am myself. I am weird, loud, chatty, just as I was back in primary school; I’m messy, disorganised and lazy (ok, probably not so good) but I am also loyal, hardworking and caring (if I do say so myself). Whenever I look back at old photos,  I can see that I have grown as a person (in personality and by about 3 stone) but I can also appreciate that I have kept all of these things about me that I could have easily given up a long time ago. These days people try so hard to be liked and sacrifice their personality to look good online or to seem a certain way but I have found when I am myself people are more receptive. I hope that I can look back in the next 21 years and think the same about myself (probably another 3 stone heavier and probably minus the nose piercing).

 

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As sassy as ever.

 

 

T x

 

My anxiety story.

My anxiety story.

Warning- before I start this post I didn’t want to write this to sound like an “attention seeker”, I simply have a story that I want to share with anybody who wants to listen. SO get your cuppa and your tissues ready because we are about to get deep.

SO..let’s start from the start.

 

It all started exactly a year ago today as I post this, on this day in 2017 my parents bought me a car for my 21st birthday (which wasn’t until late June but I was impatient like that), after passing my test nearly 4 years previously. The day of my driving tests haunts me, to be honest, it couldn’t have been worse; you always hear stories of people who have the examiners who examine your examiners in the car… well that was me but 17 year old me, who had scraped all of my money I could earn during sixth form for driving lessons, had passed. 4 years later I still hadn’t gotten back in the driving seat. I got in the car and I couldn’t remember anything, I constantly stalled and barely knew how to turn my lights on but still, I was proud. Being at university I found living sans-car hard, the monthly visit home took 3 hours by train, I relied on taxis to get around my town and the idea of getting to and from a placement in the following year was looming. Having my new present was amazing and I felt like a newly independent woman.

Unfortunately, a few weeks after starting up my driving life, I was involved in a pretty minor accident, I’m not comfortable going into too much detail however it was both parties fault and ultimately nobody, except my ego, was hurt. That’s when the problem began. I suffered from flashbacks of the event, the guilt keeping me awake most nights. The thought of getting back in the car, particularly alone, made me feel sick. I was afraid to talk about it with anybody out of embarrassment, guilt and mostly the fact that I didn’t want people to think I was a bad driver. People never understood why I couldn’t just drive somewhere, like to pick people up or to go for dinner because in my head I meticulously planned any alternative method of getting there.

During term time I had issues in my university house and eventually moved out, I stayed in rented halls over summer and continued to work at my part-time job. I spent a summer facing an internal war of anxiety vs practicality, forcing myself to drive when I could. I began fixating on stupid rules that unless I followed I would surely get into a crash, this included only being able to drive with sunglasses on, only being able to wear a particular pair of trainers to drive and the worst was having to drive without music on. I missed interviews for placements because I couldn’t drive there and ended up taking the train for most of my travels as I couldn’t bring myself to overcome the irrational thoughts that outweighed all of the rational thoughts in my head.

Eventually, the sleepless nights got me, I visited my GP, who I have to admit wasn’t overly helpful, who prescribed me sleeping tablets and gave me a leaflet to self-refer to a 2-year long waiting list for CBT. I tried the tablets a few times but funny enough sleeping tablets give you long-lasting drowsiness meaning I wasn’t able to drive, clearly not very helpful. Next, I tried the university wellbeing and counselling service and thankfully, as I was there over summer and most students had gone home, they fitted me in with a counsellor in good time.

In my first session I explained everything to her; about the crash, about how before every drive I would cry, shake and almost vomit. During my sessions, my counsellor and I spoke about things I had never said out loud, feelings I didn’t know existed. I came out of each session in floods of tears but for a reason, I couldn’t quite put my finger on. In time I came to realise driving wasn’t the issue, a combination of all the shit (pardon my french) I had to deal with during my problems within my university house, as well as things from my past has effected my self-belief and made me doubt myself, and the crash from before must have been the cherry on top for a recipe of self-guilt and anxiousness.  She helped me block out flashbacks – yes I was hypnotised – and taught me methods of relaxation including mindfulness to help connect my rational thought process back to my brain as clearly that has taken a backseat.

My biggest memory of that summer is the day I had my interview for my current placement. It was the only interview I had been offered and was pretty much my last chance- no pressure, right? I remember scrutinising the route to the hospital in which I was interviewed on google maps, following it road by road so nothing could surprise me, but this didn’t stop me from spending all night imagining awful things and ultimately working myself up into a frenzy. I found myself at 6am vomiting in the toilet and telling my family I would have to cancel the interview. Some part of me must have known how stupid that was because I got up and did the most me thing I could in that situation… I made myself a cuppa and put on a face of makeup, they say fake it to you make it. I held my breathe and I got in the car and drove to the interview, even giving another candiatate a lift. Was it a bad journey? No. Did antyhing bad happen? No, of course not.

Fortunately for me, I must have done something right and that same day I was offered the placement in the department I wanted. I continued going to as many counselling sessions as time allowed (in such a busy university you are only allocated a certain amount of sessions) up until it was time for me to start my year-long placement. Now to present Tamsin, Hi. So I’ve driven every single day give or take to my placement, the “big scary A roads” that filled me with pictures of my own death before are my daily commute, I don’t wear sunglasses and I haven’t cried whilst driving for about 2 months, which to me is a damn good improvement- do you know how hard it is to drive whilst you’re crying? I blast The greatest Showman track and sing along at the top of my lungs and can say I genuinely enjoy my trip to work each day minus having to sit in traffic. I still have bad days if I see car crashes in the news etc, and following the recent bad weather which caused me to get stuck halfway up a hill, I can say I’m still not prepared for every event possible but I’m OK with it,  I’ve admittedly accepted lifts when I could have driven a few times but in general I am fairly happy to drive. For those who know me, not everybody was/is aware of the extent of my “problems” as I have called them – (god forbid if I was too self -diagnose) but for those who have been there, I appreciate it. Anybody that knows me would say I am far from an anxious person, I am a social extrovert who thrives around other people (if I do say so myself), definitely not your stereotypical “anxious person” but mental health is such a complex thing and it’s so easy to lose yourself in a completely different irrational world no matter what personality you are.

I have kept mental notes of all the things I have achieved in the past 365 days, driving myself home for Christmas in my own car was a huge achievement for me and something I couldn’t see me doing not so long ago. As I read back and correct my many spelling mistakes in this post I feel like crying, not out of sadness or embarrassment but happy in the fact that I’ve come this far and knowing that I have gained back the independence I almost gave up on.

For those who do suffer from anxiety out there, whether it be social or localised or PTSD related, get the help you need, speak the things you were afraid to say out loud because it does help.

T x

 

university; is it worth it?

university; is it worth it?

It’s the big question, is university worth going to? Have we all wasted nearly 30K and 3/4 years of our lives? Well, my honest opinion is yes, some jobs require a degree (such as the career I want to go into) so obviously, it’s worth it but the whole university process in the UK is something I find really hard to grasp.

Since the tender age of 13 we are set into the mind frame that “university is just the place you go after you finish school”. In year 9 we pick our GCSE options and little did we know how much that would shape our future; pick the wrong options and you can’t do the following A-levels, potentially limiting your opportunities for university. If I had known the effect that my options would have on my academic life at the time I might have spent more time deliberating over them, rather than picking the ones I thought would be easiest/ the most fun. I was lucky enough to do decent enough in my GCSE’s to go on to do A-levels which I enjoyed. by the second year of uni, we’d had enough “thinking about the future’ chats to overwhelm our brain. Just because I’d chosen these A-levels, was I now prepared to pick my future career? Had I picked the right A-levels to help me get to the career or had I limited myself already? I certainly didn’t know the answer to these questions and by now it was too late to find them out. I’d had phases of wanting the be a dancer, singer, a vet – all the usual choices. I felt compelled to commit to a career out of thin air, attending open days and prospect days under the pretence that this was my passion that I had wanted to do for years- really, I didn’t have a clue. I ended up going for something that I thought sounded good without really understanding the career prospects it would lead me to; would it give me everything I needed to actually find a job? Would I require a placement? Is the degree better at some universities than others? I really was blind going to uni. Inevitably, during my first year of my degree, I realised it wouldn’t lead me on the path I would have liked and ended up transferring course to something which I do genuinely enjoy and am now excited for the career I will be going into. “Hindsight” Is something people always talk about and experiencing what I have after transferring tranferring courses, sometimes I wish at school and sixth form/ college the idea of waiting a while before going to university was something they promoted more. At the time it felt like it was either university, college or having no career prospects, obviously I am now aware of all the other options available to people; could I have done an apprenticeship to help me get to where I wanted to be, or could a year of working have prepared me to be more financially stable and sure of my choices before applying for university? I know some people who did decide to take “gap years” and, at the time I thought it may have been a wasted time following so many years of education but now I find myself jealous of things I could have experienced (let’s be honest I missed out on so many potential “finding myself in Thailand Instagram posts) whilst I threw myself into a world I wasn’t entirely ready for.  I wish schools could encourage giving yourself time to enjoy the world, understanding yourself and what you want to do with your life before committing to the world of uni.

Even for those who are sure that university is the option for them, the whole process of applying is, in my opinion, less than ideal. Our teachers give us a predicted grade based on our work at school and out “potential” and when we apply to university they use these grades (alongside work experience, personal statement and references) to determine whether we can earn a place. These “made up” grades that are chosen for us determine which type of universities we can even look at applying for, if you’re predicted all B’s the chances are there’s no point in even applying for a university required all A’s, to find yourself being rejected immediately. A lucky few gain advantage from this process, those with high predicted grades can receive an unconditional offer from a university if they see potential in the student meaning even if they get an E in their exams they can still go to university, these are the students I was very jealous of. Nobody knows what you can achieve in A-levels until you’re sat in that chair filling out your exam paper, exams are stressful and people can deal with them differently. I for one was very disappointed with my A-levels results, I put all my effort in and did well with my coursework which made up most of the grade but then I did badly in the exams because I wasn’t focused enough (something which I’ll admit to now) but luckily I still managed to be accepted to my university. My point is, we are limited in our future before we even do our exams; as if somebody has already decided what we are or aren’t capable to achieve.  I know that if people do achieve higher than their predicted grades they can apply through clearing to get into another university, however personally if I had been told for a year+ that I wasn’t good enough to get into “better’ universities I would find it hard and would be totally unprepared to suddenly find myself a place in one.

Of course, all of these are just my opinions about the university process and I am sure others may disagree. Personally, despite an extra year, I am very glad I am here. I have learnt a lot more about myself by being away from home, met amazing people, made many memories and learnt a bit of science for my career along the way. If I could go back and advise little 16/17 year old Tamsin on life, it would still be to go to university and gain the degree that I’m getting because I will love it, however I would also tell myself to take more time in deciding what I want, enjoy the teenage years before the years of debt and all-nighters take over. Young Tamsin, don’t feel pressured to decide when you aren’t ready, explore the other options available to you and see the world because believe me you won’t be to afford to at/immediately after uni. PS enjoy house parties; you’ll really miss them.

Rant over

T x

Goodbye 2017, Hello 2018

Goodbye 2017, Hello 2018

So we are 5 days in, so far I haven’t cried once, have eaten at least one salad and have listened to the Greatest Showman soundtrack 138563 times. Not a bad start eh?

So 2017 was crap, I don’t know about you but I faced challenges that I never thought I’d have to and at times my strength was really tested and I began to lose myself.  I’m not going to bore you with the details of all the negative things that happened, and I’m sure many people had it much worse, but let’s just say this year could only be up from there.

I’ve never been a big “new year, new me” zombie but this year I feel a bit different, like the stars have all aligned waiting for me to make a big change, maybe it’s real and it’s this is the year I magically turn into the adult Tamsin that everyone expects me to be or maybe it’s just all the cheese I ate over Christmas repeating on me. Either way, this new found motivation to make a positive change of myself hasn’t gone amiss, it’s time to get back to a routine that I so badly fell out of towards the end of the year, get back into doing the things I love and stop putting off going to the god-damn gym.

It helps to be entering this year surrounded by supportive loved ones and friends and leaving behind the nobodies (to put it nicely) of last year. That’s probably my take-home message from the horrible experience we call 2017; live life for what really matters. I spent so much of time worrying about people and situations that I had no control of and losing focus of what really mattered.

It wasn’t all bad, in 2017 I visited the beautiful city of Galway, Ireland, landed my dream placement which will lead me to my desired career, gaining a lot of confidence in my driving and realising who I do and don’t need in my life.

SO here’s to the many drunken nights, tears and tantrums of 2017, you definitely won’t be missed but here’s also to a productive, happy new year full of love joy and (hopefully) more cheese.

T x

Sophdoesnails X Makeup Revolution: The Review.

Sophdoesnails X Makeup Revolution: The Review.

Hello all,

Long time no see! Unfortunately, as I am now on a full-time placement, I’m going to find it hard to blog a lot but today I had something I had to write about. I have been a fan of @Sophdoesnails on youtube for a good few years and was pretty excited when she announced she was releasing makeup items with MakeupRevolution and despite my attempts at saving money (I mean I already have 7 other Makeup Revolution palettes, I didn’t need it, right?), I ended up giving into temptation and buying it.  At the reasonable price of £10 and easily accessible in larger Superdrug stores, I don’t feel Soph or the Revolution team has played on the collab too much by making it inaccessible and pricey unlike other recent collab attempts *ahem* Maybelline X Gigi Hadid.

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What I like most about the palette is that it is true to Soph’s channel, a lot of other YouTubers who bring out merch tend to bring out generic t-shirts (no offence to anybody who enjoys that!) but knowing her love for eyeshadows and particularly highlighter, it made sense for these to be the products she chose. I admittedly didn’t choose to buy the highlighter palette as I found it so similar to my Sleek Solstice palette I didn’t need it. The palette itself oozes value with 24 shades, a huge mirror and the aesthetically pleasing embossed rose gold logo.

Onto the palette, I love the mix of colours, both matte and shimmer, in the palette. For £10 I feel you get the ability to create so many different looks rather than them all being different shades of brown. Obviously, some colours are more wearable everyday colours (my faves including Cuppa Tea, Peaches and Pumpkin) whilst others are more outlandish such as Mixed Berries and Petrol).  I’ve always found makeup revolution palettes to be really good quality and this one is no different, the colours pack a punch and blend so easily. Below are images of the shades with flash (top) and without (bottom).

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Not wanting to sound overly positive I tried to think of a negative to this palette and the only thing I could come up with was that I didn’t find it in my local smaller stores and I am aware they did sell out from the tambeauty.co.uktambeauty.co.uk (the only other place it can be purchased) website for a short while but overall, it’s such a good palette for the price I paid and I think Soph should be very proud of what she has achieved.

Until next time!

T x

P.S this is my first blog post using my new camera. Hope the pictures have improved.

12 things I’ve learned​ from Love island 2017.

12 things I’ve learned​ from Love island 2017.

So this year more than ever the programme has been massively successful and appears to have sparked the interest of pretty much everyone from Stormzy to Philip Schofield. I’m sure nobody has been able to avoid the programme and if you have then you’ve really missed out. From memes to Primark t-shirts to #muggy these are the things I’ve learned from this year’s Love Island.

  1. Finding a friend who is happy to be tagged in memes (and tag in return) is truly a friend you need in your life. The enjoyment of the programme doesn’t have to stop at 10 pm, you know when you get that notification that your day is about to be made.
  2. The whole of my summer has been planned around my 9 pm plans with my sofa and snacks;  chance of getting stuck in traffic at 8.50pm? Oops, can’t make it.
  3. The SUN publishes so much shit, Let’s burn it!…. Unless they have the inside scoop on whether Mike and Jess really did bang and then I’ll consider buying it.
  4. Jess and Dom have become the biggest celebs in the UK, or so they think. If you’re lucky you might catch them on their UK club tour but unfortunately, they’re so busy they have no meet and greets planned on their days off. #wearealreadyoverit
  5. Feminism isn’t dead. That infamous argument between Johhny and Camilla reminded people that women on game shows can still have strong feminist opinions and defend themselves. Cam honey, You’re doing amazing.
  6. Everyone’s remembered how much they used to love Blazin’ Squad. But definitely not just because they love Marcel, right?
  7. Every girl has had to deal with a Craig in their lifetime. For at least a week we were all cringing at his lines to win her affections, my personal favourite was “I’ve only come on this programme for you”. Luckily his stalker vibes didn’t sway her #jamillaforever
  8. The results are in and the new top names for babies born in 2018 are indeed Cash (Hughes) and Star (Sign).
  9. Shoutout to our favourite polar bear/easter egg/Brother/rapper Chris. You know you’re our real winner.
  10. The whole of the UK is still undecided if Theo was an absolute dickhead or the best joker around. Booping Camilla around the face with his wang might have made up for his joke about Tyla leaving with Johnny.
  11. Being gutted that we never got to see Chloe’s ex John entering the villa and fucking shit up.
  12. If “A little bit leave it” isn’t Christmas #1 2017 then the world is messed up.

Anyway, whoever wins tonight (my guess is Kember), we can’t deny it’s been a good few weeks of solid British entertainment and now we will all go back to aimlessly trying to fill our evenings whilst still shouting “TEXT” whenever we get a text and using the phrase  “100% my type on paper” in our daily lives.

T x

10 things you’ll know if you’ve worked in retail

10 things you’ll know if you’ve worked in retail

  1. The look you give your colleague when you’re serving a rude customer speaks a thousand words.- Just know, you’ll be the talk of the staff room later.
  2. Wanting to die inside when people STILL complain about having to buy a plastic bag- It’s 5p Sharron, I think you’ll survive.
  3. Going shopping and finding yourself wanting to tidy and pull forward in other stores. You barely do it in your own store but you can’t help yourself, we all gotta stick together right?
  4.  The long wait while your customer searches for their loyalty card. “It’s always the last place you look” *awkward laugh*.
  5. When customers ask “do you work here?”. No honey, I wear this uniform because it looks fab.
  6. Breaking down your days into smaller chunks to make it through. SO you’ve got 2 hours until your next hour break then only an hour and a half until you have to move department and then an hour until your break. Easy.
  7. Not being able to finish your story to your colleague because of all the stupid customers getting in the way.
  8. Starting to give someone’s change and panicking when they say “can I give you the spare 16 pence” and having to think back to GCSE Maths to work out the change.
  9. When you get bored you can wander round the shop and do mental shopping. You’ve got so much spare time you can work out all the best offers because let’s face it who wants to spend all their wages back in their own store?
  10. Feeling unnecessarily offended when customers put their money on the counter rather than in your hands.

Just some fun things, I’m sure we’ve all experienced working in retail.

T x

The (not so) good, the bad and the ugly..

The (not so) good, the bad and the ugly..

SO today’s post is something that you don’t really see talked about on blogs a lot….. COLD SORES. These little buggers aren’t on most people hot topics but can be the bane of some people’s lives.

They aren’t pretty, not only are they something you can’t really hide, they can actually be really uncomfortable. For those of you who have never had one (lucky you) you may not be aware of what they are, what causes them or be unsure whether to believe some of the myths you may have heard.

So the common cold sore is caused by the Herpes virus (not the strain you get down there) and can be caught very easily through contact with others who have a cold sore, including on towels etc.  and pretty much anybody can get infected. The virus stays in your body and can cause the cold sore if your immune system becomes compromised, even the simplest cold can trigger them. They can also be triggered by stress and things like the weather.

Post-face ruining scab, people can experience tingling and itchiness (which is worse because touching it only helps spread it), blisters break out and when they eventually burst it scabs over. This can turn into a horrible vicious cycle of scratching of the scab only for it to scab again, until eventually your skin heals. Symptoms can range from a couple of days to an ugly couple of  weeks.

My top tips:

  • The creams you can buy aren’t a gimmick, an amazing drug called acyclovir found in most creams such as Zovirax is involved in some amazing science (my fave thing)  to help treat the outbreak however are pretty much only effective pre-scabbing stage. Other creams like toothpaste can be used during the blister as it helps to dry them out (similar to when you use it for spots)
  • Try not to let it make you feel too self-conscious! Ignorant people who may stare or ask you what is, purely because they don’t understand. Just as a person can’t help getting spots, a cold sore is only a temporary inconvenience that you can’t prevent.
  • Try not to cover it. Whacking loads of concealer on top of a cold sore can be so tempting but honestly leaving it exposed will help it heal so much better plus if you use makeup brushes or sponges with foundation/concealer you may spread the cold sore further.
  • Treating a cold sore early is vital. I’ve heard from so many people to apply a cold wet tea bag as soon as you feel a tingling (not sure why this helps) but I’ve done it before and it was a miracle. Give it a try next time!
  • Be mindful of others. As you’d expect kissing is kind of off the cards for a while, but you have to be mindful of other things like sharing straws, towels and bedding.

 

T x

Beauty Haul

Beauty Haul

Hey all, it’s finally spring so I decided it was time for an overhaul of my makeup bag and skincare regime, out with the old and in with the new. Some of these products are quite new and have been so popular so I had to try them myself.

Firstly I bought the original Flawless palette, I originally planned to get the new Flawless 2 Resurrection palette but A) it was sold out nearly everywhere and B) I decided the colours were a bit warm for me and my pale skin. The original palette boasts a lovely array of both warm and cool colours, some brown mattes for transition colours, champagne highlighter colours and some shimmers which have amazing pigmentation.  I think, despite the recent controversy surrounding the company, I will always be a fan of their products and the value for money (this palette was only £8!).17820569_10154648846424891_1953812797_o.jpg

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Next was the new L’oreal Miss Baby Roll Mascara. I have previously owned the Miss Manga mascara, I loved the formula however the wand itself meant you got lots of product on the lashes which could made them clumpy, the unique design of this new mascara wand prevents this and allows for thinner coats which are build-able. I really rate it and when I bought it , it was on a cheaper introductory price. Bargain!

 

 

17838508_10154648846359891_1054356143_o.jpgMe and foundations don’t have a good relationship. I have still never found my one “go to” foundation, due to my paleness and combination skin, so as new products come out I keep searching. I decided to pick up the Rimmel London Fresher Skin foundation in “Light Porcelain”…obviously. Firstly, I like that Rimmel brave the paler shades as I do find some cosmetics companies end at “Ivory”.  I was attracted to this due to it’s claims of natural finish, SPF and “non-pore clogging” solution… that sort of claim is hard to live up to but I will see. So far I do like the light/medium build-able coverage and the way it applies.

 

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After finally visiting the NYX store in Westfield, Stratford, (which I tell you was like animals in the wild scrapping for whatever they could get their hands on), I needed this new(ish) Lip Lingerie eye tint in “Rose Pearl”.  It creates such a lovely shimmer on the lid, is easily blended and didn’t break the bank.

 

Next is some skincare, following a very bad week at uni, I treated myself to a free full facial at the Liz Earle stand in Boots St Albans ( not an Ad, I just think it’s a fab service). Following my treatment I bought this set which contains their 4 bestsellers in miniature formation, tailored to skin types and it came with a free muslin cloth for the cleanser. I adore the cooling sensation of the tonic, which I have heard so many good things about. I’m always up for “try before you buy” so the idea of trying the products out before paying for the full size is fab.

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Have you tried any of these products?

PS guys don’t forget I’m working with Coconut-lane.com and I have my own discount code – Tamsin20 for 20% Off some of their wonderful MacBook and iPhone cases, jewellery and so much more! ❤️

T x

 

 

10 things I’ve learnt about going home during Easter.

10 things I’ve learnt about going home during Easter.

Hey everyone, I hope this term has treated people well and you’re all lucky enough to be able to go home for at least week for Easter. These are all the things I learned about that awkward 2 weeks you get off from uni.

 

  1. Pre drinks are so awkward…. Unless someone lucky enough to have a “free house” or just has pretty cool parents who don’t care, there’s basically nowhere to pre drink. The only option? Heading to a spoons before heading to an equally shit nightclub in your hometown, spending your night constantly asking people how uni is going even though you can’t even remember what they study.
  2. You never remember how much you hate your hometown until you go back and bump into everybody that you vowed to never see ever again.
  3. Hungover days are the worst…. Younger siblings don’t have the same level of understanding when you’re half dead, as you uni housemates. You’ve got no-one  to give you sympathy or be hungover with you, just a younger brother who makes things worse.
  4. Coming home after a night out just isn’t the same…. I love coming home after a night out and continuing the party infact some of best memories are post-nights out. I can’t exactly come home and have a chicken nugget party by myself can I? You are forced to lie down in a quiet, dark house and listening to your ear buzzing until you fall asleep.
  5. You’re not really “at home”…..  Half your stuff is in boxes or stored away for your move to your next student house, especially that one nice top you want to wear.
  6. Night times… At uni it feels perfectly normal to be wide awake at 1am watching the SAW film back to back with your flatmates, Family household’s go to sleep so early.
  7. The heartbreak of still paying bills and rent for you uni house when you moved out in May. Need I say more? RIP bank account.
  8. Student finance. The summer split’s people of my age into 2, those who have a job that they can come back to in summer… and those that don’t. So basically you either always working, or always complaining you have no money, there’s no in-between.
  9. One night stands… Personally, this isn’t an issue for me (big up the BF life) but what do people do? Do you bring them round and hide them away or just introduce them to your mum and have a cuppa to chat about your night?
  10. Friends. Even though it’s only a couple of weeks you end up missing all your university housemates/friends because your friends are too busy working or visiting their uni friends.

But overall we know it’s nice to be home for a while and enjoy all time with the family. Happy Easter everyone

T x