Reading/ Trying/ Watching/ Buying
When I posted my May Roundup, a couple of you said you hoped I’d continue with this little series. That’s really all the encouragement I need, basically, so here’s June’s roundup… which I’m actually managing to publish IN JUNE (although only just), can you believe it? So proud.
Anyway, this month I’ve been…
Before I Met You, by Lisa Jewell
Lisa Jewell is one of my favourite authors, and this is one of my favourite types of stories. It’s one of those “mystery-from-the-past-is-uncovered-by-people-in-the-present” jobs, with a timeline which switches between two different eras: what could be better than that, I ask you? Well, OK, a mysterious old house with a dark secret would be pretty cool: this book doesn’t have one of those, but it’s still a good read, especially for those of you who enjoy a bit of a mystery.
I’m seriously considering entering my cuticles into the Guinness Book of Records. I’m convinced I have the longest, driest, fast-growing, ugliest cuticles in the whole wide world, and this duo represent my latest attempt to bring them under some sort of control. Think of them as a kind of cuticle crime-fighting force. Or, actually, maybe don’t bother, because to be honest, although I’ve only been using them for a week, which may not be long enough to see much of a difference, they’ve so far failed to live up to the 5 star reviews they were both getting on MakeupAlley.
My cuticles, as I’ve mentioned in the past, are problem ones. The main issue is that they’re super-dry, and they grow super-fast. If I don’t touch them, they’ll be halfway up my fingernails by the end of the week, and I’m not exaggerating*. (*Maybe just a little bit.) (*Not much, though.) If I push them back, I’m left with a giant, white ridge along the base of my nail. If I trim them… er, I never trim them, because I’m always reading about how you should NEVER, EVER trim cuticles, or you die or something, and I don’t want THAT, do I? I had some initial success with Butter London’s Handbag Holiday oil, but by the time the bottle ran out, my cuticles were up to their old tricks, by which I mean, OMGGOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I bought the CND duo after extensive research, but while I do see some improvement it hasn’t been quite on the “miracle” scale other people seem to report. The Solar Oil is pretty nice, to be fair: it has a sweet, almond scent which I like, and it does seem to be fairly moisturising, although not quite moisturising enough to make a difference to my dry cuticles.
As for the Cuticle Eraser, well, I had high hopes of it. I mean, when something’s called ERASER, you expect it to be pretty badass, don’t you? I had visions of me sidling up to it in some dodgy bar somewhere, and saying out the side of my mouth, “I hear you’re the guy to talk to if I need someone “erased?”, but honestly, it hasn’t really delivered. This is basically an exfoliator, which you rub onto the cuticles and – according to some reviewers – sit back and watch as they magically disappear. The fact that I still have my (long, dry) cuticles, however, makes me suspect that I’m either doing something wrong, or I have been hit with some kind of powerful Cuticle Curse. I’m tempted to believe the latter, because honestly, NOTHING WORKS. Nothing.
Orange is the New Black
We caught up with Game of Thrones just in time for the season finale, and also just in time for season 2 of Orange is the New Black to make its appearance on Netflix. We loved the first season of this, and pretty much binge-watched the second season, so now we have to wait another year to see more of it, which sucks. I really like the mixture of black comedy and pathos in this series, and if nothing else, I can guarantee it’ll keep me on the straight and narrow, because I can’t watch it without starting to feel claustrophobic at the thought of being locked up. And also because orange REALLY isn’t my colour, you know?
Spots and stripes, mostly.
I know, shocker, huh? You didn’t see THAT coming, I’ll bet! In my defence, the Zara sale started this month. Slightly LESS defensibly, only one of these items (the dress) was actually on sale, and it was a pretty poor excuse for a sale at that. Seriously, Zara, you can’t just take £10 off the price, and expect me to buy it, can you? Oh no, wait…
Also this month…
I was contacted by the hugely talented Ellie from Ellie Jay Designs, who’s completed this amazing portrait of Rubin:
Isn’t that fantastic? Can you even IMAGINE how big his head has been since he found out he’d been immortalised in a work of art? This was a such a lovely surprise for Terry and I, so thank you so much to Ellie for thinking of our wolf – you can visit her website here, if you want to commission a portrait of your own fur baby. Er I mean, scary wolf...