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Mia Freedman

26 beauty truths only mothers understand. (Or aunts)

I just read the best article from an extremely funny journalist. Mia Freedman. Mia is the brains and braun behind ‘MamaMia’ blog, website and much more.

I only have a toddler who happens to be a boy however  my sister has 3 beautiful children whom I am extremely close with so these ring true from them. My sisters kids are now 13, 11 and 8 with the 2 eldest being girls. ‘Tweens’ and ‘teenagers’ are always experimenting finding their own style and comfort zone with both clothes and make up.

I myself only wear make up on special occasions which is basically only ever mascara, eye liner and lippy and perhaps 3 time per year but this story made me smirk with happiness and automatically filled me with find memories.

 

Please read Mia’s story below.

Once the baby’s out, your beauty routine will never go back to the way it was.

Don’t like sharing your lipstick? Too late.

Your body is not the only thing that changes after you have a baby. Your beauty routine does too, because you’re never alone in your bathroom and you have no time.

Remember the days of luxuriating in the bath or cranking up the music while you spend a satisfying 25 minutes trying to perfect a make-up trick you saw in a magazine?

BAHAHAHAHAHHAAA.

How times change. Here are the beauty truths only mothers can understand.

1. Your bikini line is now something for public commentary. “My mummy has a hairy front bum” is something every child will announce, usually in a supermarket queue.

2. Having to answer these and 100 other questions while putting on makeup or doing your hair: “What actually happens when you die? What rocks are made of? Where do farts go when you can’t smell them anymore?”

3. Eye makeup remover is the best way to remove lipstick from all over your child’s face. Also from the carpet and the dog.

4. Red lipstick and black eyeliner are the best way to create realistic looking scars and wounds. Particularly useful at Halloween.

5. You no longer associate the word ‘bath’ with relaxation or peace. Instead, you associate it with 37 bath toys and an inevitable tantrum when it’s time to wash hair.

6. Doing your makeup takes twice as long because your children want to play with all the brushes / EVERYTHING YOU OWN.

7. Eyeshadow is a bitch to get out of tiles when someone drops it on the floor and it smashes into a thousand powdery pieces.

8. You will be judged when you take your 2-year-old to the nail salon, even though you just really needed to get a pedicure and that’s what iPads were invented for.

9. You will always have chipped nail polish and chipped nails. Always.

10. You embrace ‘natural’ makeup because you actually have no time for the routine you once had and who actually cares what you look like today?

11. You will be asked “what’s that on your face, mummy?” as curious fingers are pointed at your pimples, moles and freckles.

12. Your GHD is covered in inches of dust, and you can’t remember the last time you switched it on.

13. Cleansing your face with anything other than a facial wipe? Not going to happen.

14. You have to keep your makeup hidden at all times, because lipsticks, even really, really expensive ones, are crayons.

15. You become an expert at putting makeup on without a mirror in two minutes flat because LITTLE CHILDREN. (This explains a lot about how I look before my first office bathroom visit of the day).

16. You can’t blow-dry your hair properly because either a) your child hates the sound of the hairdryer and will wail the whole time it’s running or b) loves the sound of the hairdryer and just keeps insisting you turn it on them in a HILARIOUS game.

17. “Grooming” now means shaving your legs once a month. In winter, it’s once every three months.

18. Shapewear. Shapewear. Shapewear.

19. “Doing your hair” now means just spraying it with dry shampoo.

20. Conversations like this when you’re putting on makeup:

“But Mama WHY are you painting your face?”

“Because it makes me feel good.

“Why does it make you feel good?”

“Er… because it makes me feel nicer.”

“But why? it looks sticky. Can I put it on?”

“No, little boys don’t really wear makeup…”

“But why? I want to look like a vampire too.”

(oh.)

21. Finding your makeup brushes being used as paint brushes. And the paint is… (oh no) your eye shadow. And the canvas is (oh no)… the wall.

22. Explaining to your three year old that she is too pretty for makeup… and then putting in on yourself.

23. Answering the urgent question every single day: “No, your hair isn’t as long as Elsa’s yet… No, your hair isn’t as long as Elsa’s yet. No, your hair isn’t a long as Elsa’s yet…”

24. Acting nonchalant when your daughter tells you that she has put “nappies” on her “babies” – the nappies being an entire packet of pads!

25. When your daughter becomes a teenager, you must start hiding every beauty product you own because she nicks them. All. The. Time.

26. On the flipside, you get to start nicking hers when she starts buying cool stuff.

You can read Mia’s other stories at:

http://www.mamamia.com.au/author/mia/

http://www.mamamia.com.au

http://www.theglow.com.au/beauty/beauty-for-mothers-truths/?mm

‘Call me Sasha’

‘Call me Sasha’ by Geena Leigh

Whilst on holiday, I’m between sailing up the gorgeous weather, playing with my adorable little man and blogging I read an excellent book.

I seldomly read so being able to find the time to read and finish the book exceeded my expectations. I’m not sure what drew my attention to this book or why I purchased it, I think perhaps the cover? Subtle yet attention grabbing. That doesn’t really make sense does it…?

Anyway I struggled to put this book down and within 2 nights I had read it cover to cover. The whole 296 pages! I know it’s not the longest novel but for someone time poor this is the first book I’ve finished reading in about 2 years.

I know most of you probably read constantly and finish your books, however I generally find I get distracted or bored with reading and rarely finish the book I’ve started. My husband says I’m ‘fast twitched’ or a ‘go getter’ that I always have something that needs doing and ‘can’t sit still long enough’ or ‘can’t relax’. 🙂 yes I’m not usually one to laze around and generally do like to be doing something.

This book is a cold hard truth about this woman’s life. She is such an inspiration. What she endured throughout her life is almost unbelievable.

In many parts or chapters of this book my mind was saying ‘as if’ ‘poor girl’ or I would get a sense of anger inside if me and have a urge to protect her. This is possibly also mothers instincts 🙂

If you like me seldomly have time to read, for what ever reason – I will not judge you as I am quite time poor. I climb into bed generally exhausted, and within minutes I’m asleep, preparing myself for a new day of mummy and wife duties along with play dates, household chores and trying to think up new and exciting things I can do with my little man. So of your after a great read, that isn’t too long – (I find 500+ page books overwhelming) may I suggest you read this. ‘Call me Sasha’ by Geena Leigh. Such a well written memoir. I certainly look forward to her next book.

Below I’ve copied and pasted a snippet I found about the book. I hope that you also enjoy it.

If you have a ‘must read’ please key me know, I’d love to read something that my followers recommend 🙂

News.com.au writes –

TO SAY that Geena Leigh has lived a full-on life would be an understatement.

She left home at 15 and started working as a sex worker a few years later, eventually turning to drugs and developing a heroin addiction.

She travelled overseas, working as a sex worker in London and Greece before returning to Sydney as a 21-year-old.

When she was 33, she had a drug overdose when she was with a client, who revived her by performing CPR and then complained that she wouldn’t finish the job.

Finally, after more than 19 years in the sex industry, she’s managed to get her life on track and find a loving partner and a job she’s proud of.

In her new book Call Me Sasha, Geena Leigh opens up about her past as a sex worker, detailing what life is really like for a lady of the night: