In less than a month I’m competing in my first ballroom competition. Like what the hell??!! I never thought that would ever happen ~ and to be honest I still have doubts that it will. But if it does, I need to be prepared ~ and that means dress, makeup and hair, on top of all the steps that I’m struggling to remember.
The thing is, my day-to-day makeup skills are limited, let alone competition-out-there makeup, so I thought I’d get some help … so I booked a makeup tutorial at MAC in Covent Garden, with an amazing lady called Claire.
For 2hrs she “worked on me”; taught me: how to put glitter on my eyes and not in my eyes; how to put on and more importantly what’s the difference between contouring, blusher and highlighter (stuff); and weird shit like you must put foundation on your ears also, as they go red when when you’re hot … who knew?!
I’m not sure whether it’s strong enough, nor whether I’ll be able to replicate it, but it was great to get some tips and be pampered for 2hrs. Definitely would recommend.
I’m so excited to be back in the Ballroom and more specifically at the Rivoli ballroom social again. I missed February as my friends were getting married – don’t get me wrong, that was most excellent, but it did leave a big-old-gap between Rivoli visits. However, that did also mean that I was as excited as a child at Christmas before this visit.
There were a good few of the regulars there thankfully – so I managed to spend nearly all of the 4+hrs dancing ~ sweaty fun!
Reading through the new issue of Good Food Magazine I noticed this collection of bottles ~ I’m like “why are there poo-emoji’s on the bottles?” But then I read the caption and it said that they are icecream flavoured beers …!
… don’t think they are, they look like poo-emoji’s… it’s nto just me, right??
A squirrel tried to climb my leg today to get to the food I was carrying!!
The Brewhouse is becoming a little bit of a regular haunt and this time we returned for Hels’ Birthday. And this time there are 6 of us … two chickens just wasn’t going to be enough … we’d have to have three! Roasted with a beer can somehow inextricably inserted inside the cavity, in three different flavours ~ garlic and herb; barbecue; and spicy … it’d be churlish not to have one of each.
So we did.
We ordered “All the Chickens!” And we descended upon them like a pack of ravenous pirañas, until only the broken carcasses were left.
Delicious. Happy Birthday Hels x