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Charlotte Tilbury – the mummy make over edition

So picture me (me!) sat in Harvey Nichols, Leeds after closing time, a glass of prosecco in my hand, watching a professional make up artist equipped with the Charlotte Tilbury make up collection, making a goddess like model even more beautiful than she started off. Well that’s all very well … but I’m not Kate Moss – I’m a mum. I’m thirty five and I have had four years now of uninterrupted sleep. Any questions? She asks. YES! I say, pumped up by my Prosecco and my empty stomach. “Say you’re a mum, a new mum even… and you have about three minutes in the morning – and you can only afford three products, what would you recommend?” She didn’t skip a beat: Charlotte’s Magic Cream (a silky smooth…

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What it feels like to be intimidated by a man

On my way home from work yesterday the news was on in the taxi. The continuing news about the Movie Producer rumbled away in surround sound before the driver angrily switched it off. He announced, “If these women didn’t want this to carry on then they should have said something at the time! Look at them all now coming out of the woodwork!” “mmm…” I offered out of politeness. Politeness; sometimes our downfall. “I think it’s hard when a man is so powerful and intimidating…” I continued. He continued to disagree with me all the way home and I tried to block most of it out because that very day, at the age of thirty five, a mother of two – I had been intimidated by a man to…

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Mummy’s Depressed Darling

Depression is a change in perspective. Nothing can be different in reality from this week to the next but the perception of that reality is completely altered. To bring this point home – I can actually take a photograph of myself and keep that photo on my phone. Nothing in that photo has changed, nothing has been edited. But I can look at that photo on a Monday and completely loathe what I see. I can look at the same photo, the exact same photo on a Tuesday and be so astounded at how attractive and slim I look I will post it to Facebook. Nothing has changed – except on Monday I was depressed and on Tuesday the cloud had lifted. My perspective of my reality had changed.…

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Why I wanted to walk with my son in the rain

The rain was falling hard. Last week I excitedly picked up my four year old school boy child from his minder. The door opened, I saw his pocket sized face and all the work day’s crap melted away. “Come on darling!” I said “Now put on your coat, it’s really raining outside.” And it was – great big pelts of angry water thudding on top of my yellow mac. “I’m going your way, I’ll give you a lift” the lady said. “No, no, that’s fine” I argued. ” I insist” she squealed, half watching the rain wondering why I wouldn’t take her up on her kind rescue. “No, really, no thanks.” I said seriously, and I led my son towards our special short cut in his matching yellow mac.…

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You won’t be like Binky … beware ‘reality’ TV mummy diaries

I am a big fan of Binky and I love to escape into the scripted reality world of ‘Made in Chelsea’, watching young, nubile, supermodel types supping champagne whilst I shove fistfuls of space invaders into my gob and neck merlot out of a tumbler. It’s pure escapism, so far removed from my life as a stay at home mum. And I was thrilled to see that Binky is with child. Congratulations to her. However, something about it being on that show made me uneasy. The same uneasiness I get when I see adverts for Sam Faiers Mummy Diaries. The uneasy feeling is one of wanting to shout at anyone watching the programs who hasn’t experienced pregnancy and motherhood first hand: THIS IS NOT REAL!  Maybe people aren’t as…

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