For Day 10 the challenge was to “write a poem of simultaneity – in which multiple things are happening at once.”
Well, today I’m not using the optional prompt because today is National Unicorn Day! Yes, this mythical beast has got its very own day because us Brits love unicorns. Maybe, if we all love enough, they’ll come out of hiding and spread their magic throughout the lands… I feel inspired.
Phew – caught up. Just two more thirds of this challenge to go…
For Day 9 the challenge was to “we challenge you today to write a poem in which something big and something small come together.”
Where did day 9 go?
My day vanished yesterday. I worked late. Then took longer getting my son to bed because he offered to tell me a bedtime story about a mermaid and it peaked my interest that 1. He had tried to think of something I’d like, 2. His tactics to stay up later and keep me with him. So, I humoured him and he told me a story with mermaids, spiders that steal keys and sharks that are friendly. Then I had a bath, watched an episode of Magicians and it was time to sleep – no time to write a poem had presented itself.
I had an idea to do something about a fairy and a dragon but the poem just didn’t happen…
It will be just as busy today but I am determined to catch-up. Here is my belated day 9 poem and I shall try my hardest to write another today for my day 10 poem… wish me luck…
Usually the event is split between two venues (Felixstowe Library and The Orwell Hotel). Although, these two venues will host most of the events, new venues have been added. All across town, their are workshops and author talks for anyone introduced in books and writing. Each event, isn’t that expensive, from free to about £10 – you did need to buy tickets.
I’m going – are you?
So, I’ve been most years to the festival since it started 6 years ago and look forward to going every year. Each year, the festival gets bigger and better. I tried to make a spreadsheet of what events are on and where and IT’S MASSIVE!
As of 31st March 2018, the tickets for Felixstowe Book Festival became available to the public to buy.
Alwyn gave some great insight into the traditional publishing route for writers. She talked about what went into naming her novel, the movie right and so much more. She was an engaging and likable author who spoke enthusiastically promoting her book.
Simon and Dan were like a tag team delivering their well prepared talk. They shared so much on what goes into publishing a picture book and had prepared a presentation for all the participants (a copy I still have). This was a great talk for illustrators and writers alike. These guys had a wealth of knowledge and the time flew by. We all would have happily spent the day with them absorbing all the information they had to offer.
This is my YA Fantasy Romance on Wattpad. I am currently querying agents to try and get it published the traditional route. Today, I thought I would share with you a chapter that I really enjoyed writing and inspired my NaPoWriMo poem for Day 8.
Blurb
Would you kiss your rival, if they promised to help you get the guy you fancy? Mariah is crushing on her BFF, Jace. She’s heartbroken when he starts dating Kiara but with an unusual offer from Murray she has the chance to ruin the blossoming romance. The price? Just a kiss.
Little does she know that this kiss will awaken her storm summoning powers and with no idea she’s a mermaid, strange things begin to happen. Can she gain control of her powers before someone gets hurt or worse?
In this ‘fishy tail’, Mariah’s complicated love life is just the ‘spark’ of her problems!
Dear reader, the song is “All of me” by John Legend. Thanks, Ally
As if waiting for me, the moment I hit the concrete slabs, the sky opened up and rain poured from the sky. It was hard and cold, possibly even sleet. It was heavy and I knew the field would be soaked before my feet even touched the muddy grass. No longer caring for my own well being, I belted across the slippery field leaving a trail of deep wet pools in my wake. I could feel the mud sucking around my feet and oozing between my toes but I ran away from the hall as fast as I could. Who would care if I slipped and fell? I certainly didn’t! Getting as far away as possible was the only thing I could think of.
I arrived at the pool house. The door was locked but there was a sensor light in the porch that came on. Turning the doorway into my little lit sanctuary, I sunk down. The silky dress stuck to my body like a second skin, soaked to my bitter bones. The shoes were ruined, caked in wet mud.
From cold and fear, I shivered, knowing I needed to inspect my hands. I lifted them up in front of me and slowly unfolded my fists, palms up. As I stared down, I instantly saw the tell tale blue tinge and quickly snapped my hands shut.
That was close!
Despair turned to relief. Any longer and who knew what might have happened. The rain fell like a curtain at the edge of the porch, thumping an urgent drum overhead, but my hiding place was reassuringly safe and dry as I clutched my knees to me. The storm could rage around me but here I couldn’t be touched. I shivered in the little wet flimsy dress as calm gently claimed me.
“Goldie!” I heard. In the darkness, I knew it was Murray. I couldn’t see him but under the light he could see me. I got to my feet and considered running.
Murray came into view, flustered and mad. He stood looking wild and… rather sexy in front of me. There was something captivating about him I had never noticed before. Perhaps the rain was good for him. He ripped his shirt open showing the toned body I had become familiar with at the swimming club and moved closer, coming under my shelter. I backed up, confused and frightened by his strange behaviour. Then I saw it. There above each peck were four dark round circles.
I squinted, “Did you get a tattoo?”
“You did this!” He said angrily. “What did you do to me?”
Shaking I leaned in to inspect the marks. They were fresh, his skin was red as if his flesh had been scolded, “You’re burnt!” I couldn’t understand how this could have happened. Only minutes ago we had been dancing. I looked accusingly at my hands and backed up even more. “Stay away! I’m dangerous!”
I felt sick as the realisation that I had harmed Murray, scared his body, became a reality.
Murray made an angry growl of a noise and I stepped back further. As his hand thrust forward a strange thing happened. It was as if time froze, making the rain pause, suspended in mid flow. But time was moving, it was moving very quickly but so much was happening my mind was stretching it out deliberately allowing me to take in as much detail as possible causing the longest seconds of my life. Murray’s hand reached forward for me and I dodged out of his way. As he pushed past the rain drops, they froze frost white and collected in his hands, clinking like marbles in the unnatural slowness. Then as his arm stretched forward, the hail stones flew from his palm. They shot forward like icy bullets, smashing into the door to the pool house and shattering its glass panel.
He was as shocked as me. He glanced down at his right hand to see hoarfrost was building, covering his fingers in delicate little white needles. He crunched his fingers to his palm and watched the ice break and fall away. Unlike the shards of glass by the door, these icy fragments melted and joined the puddles caused by the rain. He opened his hands and the frost began to build again. The ice cast a strange blue glow across his features that made him look dark and twisted, as if he was possessed.
“Stop it Murray!” I begged. “If anyone sees you…” I didn’t know what would happen but I imagined that it wouldn’t be good.
We’d become lab rats for scientists to make sense of the phenomen. My unknown family would be in danger as they hunted more of us. I could be forced to harm more people or locked up to get everyone safe.
I knew what had happened to Murray was my fault. Somehow, I had transferred my storm summoning into him. Had I cured myself of the retched ability; passed on the curse?
Murray clenched hisjaw, fear caught in his eye. He didn’t understand what was happening and neither did I. I had to take care of him, “Come on.”
I reached through the smashed glass to unlock the door. We hurried into the reception. My plan was that once inside no-one could see what was going on and I’d have some time to calm Murray down.
The Reception felt wide and open and I realised we couldn’t stay there; anyone walking past would see us. Out of sight was where we needed to be, but the next room was the changing rooms. Despite breaking and entering there was something wrong about having a guy in the girls changing room and I didn’t feel I was allowed in the men’s. So, I ended up leading him all the way through to the pool side. I sat him down on one of the brick islands.
His fingers were blue and he now tossed an icy cloud between his hands. It was similar to juggling, except the ball was made of vapour and moved slowly. He was still shaking as he watched his hands; his expression a mixture of fear and fascination. The room was dark but I had no intention of looking for the main light switch. The lamps under the water that lit up the pool were providing enough light for us both. It reflected and danced across the top of the pool invitingly.
“You need to get calm.” I told him.
He jumped to his feet. He was restless and wouldn’t stay still. “What’s happening to me?”
“Calm…” I repeated seriously. I pressed down on the air around me with my palms for emphasis.
“I can’t!” He paced the side of the pool. The mist snaked between his fingers, leaving trails of smoke that ran over the floor and pool.
I got up and gripped hold of his forearms.
“Please Murray. You need to calm down.” I begged.
His body shook with fear. His eyes looked wildly around the room desperately seeking an escape from this madness. He was all over the place. He felt icy cold but I could see beads of sweat on his forehead. He clearly wasn’t going to calm down anytime soon.
“Hello? Is anyone in here?” An unfamiliar voice called from Reception.
Someone had found the smashed door. I worried who it might be; the police. They were probably looking for the person responsible for the broken door. If were caught, I’d no idea how to explain it. They would never believe the truth. We’d have to lie… I couldn’t think of any lie that could explain what Murray was doing.
My heart was a ticking clock, not long and they’d find us. The panic flashed on Murray’s face. The intruder wasn’t helping things at all. I had to get Murray calm. Fast!
27. Revelations
I had to calm Murray. Fast! I bit my lip. In my panic only one solution came to mind. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips against his. His skin was ice cold against mine as I transferred my warmth into his body.
My solution took him by surprise. He was startled, took a step back and with his weight we toppled into the pool together. The water wasn’t heated and the cool wrapped us in a chilly embrace. His hand slid up my back, holding me against him. I felt a tingle of electricity ripple between our bodies, reaching from our kiss down to my toes; an amazing sensation. My legs wrapped around his to pull him closer. We became a tangled octopus of lust.
I felt his body warm against mine, the cold dispersed. I didn’t want to stop kissing him but I could feel the intensity of his feelings as if they were my own. We were connected in a way I had never felt before, two heartbeats pumping in unison.
Even with my eyes shut, I sensed the light to the pool room being switched on. The glow shone through my eyelids, invading our privacy and caused me to break away. I had forgotten about the voice and realised that someone was checking the room.
I put a finger to my lips. Murray nodded and copied me to show he understood. We gripped hold of the vent in the pool to keep us under the water. At least we were both good at holding our breath. We just had to stay still so not to cause any more ripples.
I hoped Murray had enough air; neither of us had expected to be in the water so we hadn’t taken a lungful. I grinned as I recalled the big kiss instead.
There was a cut on Murray’s neck, just below his jaw. My hand reached forward to inspect it and I realised it wasn’t a cut but… it was impossible, it was a gill, an actual gill! My hand reached for my own neck and as my hair floated back I felt a strange flap of skin in the same place. Murray saw and his head jutted forward to inspect. He slowly went through the same motions as I had. It was as if we were communicating underwater without words. Was this physical abnormality a part of being a merallo? If it was, did that mean Murray was one too? Did that make Kiara one too?
Our eyes met; our look deep and intense speaking a language that has no words. Then I saw his eyes had changed. The pupils were stretched into long thin slits like frog eyes – like how Annie had described my eyes the day Mr Griffen had offered me a place on the team. Now I knew, this was why mum insisted on me wearing goggles. Under the water his silver eyes shone and I could only dream that my eyes could look as beautiful as his. Bright and glowing like two large full moons.
The light went off and we were alone again. The lamps from the pool lit up our underwater world. It felt magical and a million miles from the drama of my life. Murray took off his shirt and the light cotton material floated away. My heart raced as I saw the glistening marks upon his chest. Under the water they didn’t look like burns, they were silver. The tips of my fingers rested upon the indents, a perfect match like a key to a lock.
His hands slipped around my waist and I felt myself being pulled close for another kiss. My body succumbed to his will. It was futile to resist but somehow with all my strength I pushed away and kicked out at the water. He clung to me as we rose to the top. We broke the surface and I saw his face was flushed with colour and his eyes sparkled with anticipation of another around.
“We have to get out of here!” I told him.
He shook his head but I ignored him and gripped hold of the side. I lifted myself up out of the water and was about to climb out onto the side when I felt him grip hold of my legs pulling me back. My knee slammed down hard and scraped against the hard concrete as he pulled me back towards the water. I twisted round so I could see what he was doing, my butt now resting on the edge.
I had no idea what he was playing at but I was terrified. I snapped my legs back from his grip and with two quick cycle kicks I hit one foot into his chest and the other into his jaw. I used the momentum to project myself away from him and the pool and safely onto the side. Quickly, I wriggled to my feet and backed away from the water’s edge.
Murray gripped his jaw and sucked his lip. It seemed my kick had caused him to bite down and now blood ran from his mouth and down his chin. I didn’t feel guilty. He had to get his emotions under control otherwise who knew what could happen? Besides my knees hurt from where he’d made me fall. Plus, I couldn’t have him getting the wrong idea about us either! We were just friends after all and that kiss was just a survival tactic.
“What are you thinking?” I yelled. My arms flew out animated around me. Whenever I am mad, my hands start talking. “They could come back here any minute and remember you smashed the door!”
“Sorry!” Murray swam towards the steps. He fished out his shirt along the way. I felt a twang of guilt but knew I had to keep my own feelings under control. This was his fault anyway. Mum told me never to kiss him and he had forced himself on me in the stairwell. Now look where we were! This was surely a consequence from that!
“We have no time for stories! We have to get out of here… like now!” I hurried towards the fire exit doors at the back of the room. I pushed down on the bar and we were back outside in the cool breeze. The rain had stopped.
I looked down at my dress. I was soaked. I couldn’t go back to the school disco and drip all over the dance floor.
Looking back at Murray, he was trying to put his shirt back on. It was ruined, with eight black holes scorched through the front of the material, thanks to my carelessness. Without his shirt you could see where I had scorched his flesh and scarred his body. I wondered how permanent those marks would be. Instinctively my fingers reached out and ran across them. “Sorry,” I shuddered. As much as I tried to find reasons for why this was Murray’s fault, I knew this incident was my own doing. “Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore.” He said gently, his finger caught my chin and lifted my face up. My eyes met his. “What happened back there?”
I understood then how mum must have felt when I asked her to explain the unexplainable. I didn’t have the answers but I knew he had nowhere else to go. “…I don’t know.” I confessed.
“Our kiss?” He drew nearer. “You can’t deny you felt it.”
I shook him off. “I only did it to calm you down.”
He laughed. “That was supposed to calm me down? ” He moved closer. I stepped back and I found myself, once again, pressed against a wall. My heart beat dangerously fast as I recalled how things went last time I was in this position. “You got me all fired up!” His tongue licked across his bruised lip.
His lustful intent was drawn on his face and I wasn’t going to allow myself to be pictured again by his phone. I ducked down and under his arm, free from his grasp. “Murray, if you want to talk, don’t hit on me, alright?”
“I’ll try.” He said with a smirk.
I had never seen anyone behave like this before. Part of me liked it and that part of me was drawn to the danger he proposed. The other part of me, the sensible part, knew I couldn’t let him that close to me again; it frightened me. He made me feel vulnerable with no control over what he was doing. “You can’t tell anyone what happened today. Please pretend it never happened.”
“That’s going to be hard.” He grinned.
“We’re just friends!” I reminded him.
“I wish I had more friends like you.” He joked. His laugh sounded strangled and I knew he wasn’t trying to be funny but trying to shake off the pain of my words. He laughed to repress those unwelcome thoughts. I understood that feeling too well but I couldn’t comfort him; I knew how easily affections could be misread. I cringed at the number of times, Jace’s gentle unintentional touch or look had caused my heart to race.
“I don’t know what caused this, Murray, but I do know it’s dangerous. You have to stay calm, no matter what.”
Murray nodded as if he understood. We began to move away from the pool house and returned to the party. The storm seemed to have cleared, as if blown away with my mood and the silence was chilling. The hairs on my arm stood to attention. I felt I needed to say something, anything.
“How are we going to explain this?” I asked holding out the corners of my wet dress as if I was about to curtsy.
“I think you’ve never looked better.” He grinned.
“Seriously, Murray!” I blushed. I knew where his eyes had settled. I shivered. The flimsy fabric clung to every part of me, revealing it all. I tried to conceal myself by wrapping my arms across my chest.
“The rain?” Murray said effortlessly.
“That will work for me. What about you?”
I eyed his torn shirt. It flapped loosely around him. He had only the lower three buttons left and four burnt holes in the fabric on either side of his exposed chest. As my gaze lifted I noticed he was watching me. “Hope my parents don’t notice.” He grinned. “If they do I will just have to explain you ripped it in a moment of lust and I had to fight you off.”
I punched his arm, “You wish!”
The music in the distance had come to an end and we could hear a chorus of people flooding out into the car park. Our time to construct a cover-up plan had passed. I would have to hope that Murray’s parents were as oblivious as he thought.
“Mariah, I can pretend this never happened if that’s really what you want…” Murray said seriously. “But, you will need to explain this, all of it. Otherwise I’m going to have to start talking to find answers.”
“Are you threatening me?” I swallowed a lump in my throat.
“I’d never threaten you.” He laughed at the idea. “But this is the craziest night of my life. What happened did happen, no matter what we pretend. And you’re a bad actress.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re too calm for someone who knows nothing?”
“I swear this is all new to me too. All I know is that I am a merallo and I think you are too.”
“What’s a merallo?”
Wasn’t that my first question? I sighed knowing how ridiculous this sounded but hoping in light of the evenings events that he would understand. “We have storm summoning powers and the ability to shift into a mermaid type creature.”
“You’ve turned into a mermaid?”
“N… No….” I stuttered. “I… I… just had an accident with some lightening and… Look, I know none of this makes sense… I can’t explain ’cause I honestly don’t know myself ” As I held my hands in front of me I saw lightning ripple between my fingers.
“Cool.” Murray said impressed.
“No,” I pleaded desperately, “It’s not cool. If we don’t stay calm, we are very dangerous. We could kill someone. You’re lucky to be alive. Until we figure this out you can’t get worked up over anything. You’ve got to stay calm. Do you understand?”
“Sorry.” Murray said solemnly and nodded in agreement.
“As soon as I know more, I’ll find you. I’ll tell you.”
Murray smiled. “I like the idea of you hunting me out.”
I rolled my eyes and we made our way towards the masses in silence. I caught sight of Jace, with his arm around Kiara as they waited for their lift, our lift. I halted, ready to turn and bolt; I couldn’t face this.
Intuitively, Murray sensed my movements and his hand quickly clasped my upper arm. He drew me near, his hand tickled down my arm like a current, finally locking with my fingers. He leaned close and whispered in my ear knowingly, “Calm.”
For Day 8 the challenge was to “write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally. Feel free to incorporate crystal balls, fauns, lightning storms, or whatever seems fierce and free and strange.”
I loved this challenge and had so many ideas, I couldn’t focus. I thought about a statute coming to life, that is the perfect manly figure, capturing the hearts of women but he can’t be touch or you’ll turn to stone and he has a graveyard of statues of women that hadn’t been able to resist him. I will save that story idea for another day…
Instead, I wrote the poem based on one of my favorite scenes from my novel Drift (querying as Jewel of the sea). The whole novel is on Wattpad for feedback and the chapters this poem relates to are titled 26. Don’t Tell and 27. Revelation.
The version I’m sending for query has been edited a lot and has different chapter names but I still value any feedback you can give me. The novel is marked private so only followers can view (to prevent pirate/mirror sites).
If you don’t have Wattpad, you’ll be pleased to know that I have posted the two chapters to my blog. Click here to read.
For Day 7 the challenge was “In our interview, Kyle Dargan suggests writing out a list of all of your different layers of identity. For example, you might be a wife, a grandmother, a Philadelphian, a dental assistant, a rabid Phillies fan, a seamstress, retiree, agnostic, cancer survivor, etc.. These are all ways you could be described or lenses you could be viewed through. Now divide all of those things into lists of what makes you feel powerful and what makes you feel vulnerable. Now write a poem in which one of the identities from the first list contends or talks with an identity from the second list. This might turn out to be kind of a “heavy” exercise, emotionally, but I hope you will find the results enlightening.”
This challenge feels a bit deep and revealing and I just don’t have the time. I was at a party this morning and another this afternoon. Busy, busy, busy. I decided to just write whatever I feel like…
Now, I have that blank page feeling…
With no idea what write…
But finally, I came up with something short and sweet. I hope you enjoy ?
I’ve been keeping a secret for a while now. Let me catch you up….
Positive test
Friday, 24 November 2017: I took a paper test (Ultra Early – 10mIU Pregnancy strip test) and got a positive result before I even missed a period (10DPO). I repeated the test when my husband came home from work. Then, did another test the next morning with first morning wee to be certain and ordered a Clear Blue Digital test from Amazon.
Monday, 27 November 2017: The Clear Blue test arrived and spelled out the result “Pregnant”. The test predicted I was 2-3 weeks (4-5 weeks pregnant) which was further along than I expected but this happened with my last pregnancy – I must have higher HcG than most women.
Above screenshot from Clear Blue website on interpreting the results of their test.
Based on the first day of my last period being 1 November 2018, I calculated I was 3 weeks pregnant (not 4 to 5 weeks like Clear Blue Digital) and that the baby would be due on 8 August 2018.
We headed off on a family holiday at Centre Parc. It was lovely to have that time to ourselves as a family and celebrate our news.
Saturday, 2 December 2017: We returned to holiday and I did two more tests. To see if the line showed darker on the paper test and to see if the weeks progressed on the digital.
First midwife appointment (Booking In)
5 January 2018: My midwife wasn’t in so I saw a different midwife that was covering. She went through the questionnaire with me about my family and history (lots of personal information) and ran some tests, took a urine sample and some blood samples. She agreed with my LMP Due Date of 8 August 2018.
First Scan (Dating Scan) – 13 weeks, 4 days
29 January 2018: So this was supposed to be my 12 week scan but the Sonographer measured the baby and estimated that I should was further along than I predicted! My due date was changed to 4 August 2018 and they booked a date for my mid-trimester scan.
Meet the Midwife (Antenatal Check)
9 February 2018: Finally, got to meet my midwife and she’s lovely. She updated my paperwork with results of my blood tests and discussed my scan.
Mid-trimester Scan – 21 weeks
Saturday, 24 March 2018: This scan was brought forward to 21 weeks as I had a few problems recently with bleeding. It’s been pretty scary.
I heard the baby’s heartbeat on Thursday and again on Saturday – good strong healthy heart beat. The scan shows everything is as it should be and the placenta is not over my cervix. I had a cervical exam which finally identified what was causing the bleeding.
I have an ectopia on my cervix (cervical ectropion). Unfortunately, this can’t be treated whilst pregnant so I am going to have to put up with some bleeding. The tricky thing will be deciding if I need to be checked out in future i.e. is the bleed accompanied with pain, or is their a lot of blood. I’ve come up with a plan with my midwife to help with this.
I feel better knowing that both the baby and myself are healthy. It is still scary to see blood though.
I’m pleased to say, over the Easter holidays I haven’t had anymore bleeding so hopefully that worry is over. *finger crossed*
Gender Reveal
We did find out the sex and I am having a Gender Reveal party today with close friends and family to celebrate with us. I think it will be fun for Noah to discover if he is getting a brother or a sister with everyone around him. I’m so excited and can’t wait to spill the beans. Feel free to take a guess at the sex if you like…
He tries to run into the road and around the car park
I strap him into his car seat
And sigh with relief
He wasn’t interested in the farm
Took him there to have some fun
We try making slime together but he throws it at me and sometimes I wonder..
Why do I
even bother?
He argues with me whilst I drive
Says I’m going the wrong way
We’re going home – I snap at him
He screams he wants to visit his nan
I turn the radio up
He throws his stuff on the floor
Before I’ve even closed the door
We’re home
I’m shattered
But still can’t rest
I said no sweets but he’s found some
I said no crisps but he’s got them too
You’ll spoil you lunch – I confiscate
He tells me he won’t eat
He doesn’t want a healthy plate
We fight defining healthy meals
And snacks are not allowed
He thinks I’m being mean
He’s not talking to me now
I cry
I know it’s silly
But I try so hard to be a good mum
I make his lunch
Relief as he eats
I eat too
There’s so much still to be done
I start to tidy up the rooms
Tomorrow we’re having a party
I’ve also got food to prepare
I’m getting
nowhere
As quickly as I put away
He’s getting it all back out
I try to negotiate
If you help me by being tidy
You can have it all back
Sweets
Crisps
Kindle
iPad
Reluctantly he helps
Even putting things away in draws
I’m too tired to make food
I’m going to buy ready made
Still need to get out to the shops
But I’m shattered
I need to
Stop
Day 6 – Challenge
Today’s challenge for Day 6 “Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two. You might break to emphasize (or de-emphasize) sounds or rhymes, or to create a moment of hesitation in the middle of a thought.”
I really didn’t like this challenge. It might be because I’m too busy to give it the thought needed. I hope you forgive my attempt.
So busy…
I tried to give the challenge a go despite having a chaotic day and a little boy that doesn’t want to comply. He’s very strong willed and he doesn’t understand why I ask him to do things he doesn’t want to do like eat cereal or brush his teeth. I try to get him out the house otherwise he would spend all day on the kindle or iPad (or asking for them). I promise he’s not a bad boy. We did enjoy making slime together despite him throwing it at me.
As I’m so busy today I could only focus on one thing at a time and that is getting everything sorted for the party. I hope it goes well tomorrow and that you are having a happy stress-free weekend.
The Pip Box is a beauty subscription box with a selection of cruelty free products. A donation from the cost of the box goes to an animal friendly charity (This month is Animal Free Research). The box contains a selection of five products – skincare, body care, makeup and occasionally a sweet treat too.
In each box is a card encouraging consumers to share their pictures on social media. They then choose a winner to get their next box free. Last month, they chose my February pictures and I got my March box free.
The box came with an information card to tell me all about the products inside and their value.
Dr Botanicals: Tropical Invigorating Cream (website RRP £29.00, Sheet lists price as £44.00)
Dr Botanicals is a London based vegan skincare brand and made from pure natural ingredients, paraben-free and no harmful preservatives. They pride themselves on their products being kind to your skin and animals.
The cream is really light but moisturising and sinks in fast. The tropical smell isn’t strong and reminds me of grapefruit but that’s not listed as an active ingredient. These are:
Elderflower: to protect the skin from free radical damage
Chamomile Flower Extract: to heal and soothe irritated and damaged skin
Tiara Flower Extract: to deeply nourish and purify the skin
I’m still really enjoying their day cream from last months edit too – click here to read.
Saturated Colour: Make Me Matt (website and sheet RRP £8.00) and Moisturising Lipstick – Naked Pink (website and sheet RRP £7.00)
This month I got two products by Saturated Colour. This is a UK brand (Essex), cruelty free and vegan friendly. The brand is affordable and they products have great colour and some clever ideas.
The Naked Pink lipstick is a gorgeous colour that would suit almost anyone. It is a daytime pink and you could wear it to work. The ‘make me matt’ is a clever product that can turn any lipstick matt. If you have an old favourite that is the perfect shade but want it to be matt, then this is for you. I think it is genius.
Her are some pics and swatches of the lipstick, Make It Matt and Lip Lock (another Saturated Colour product for longer lasting lip colour).
Top pic: Make it Matt (over lipstick)
Middle pic (L to R): swatch of lipstick alone, lipstick with Make it Matt, lipstick with Lip Lock, lipstick with Make it Matt & Lip Lock
Bottom pic: Naked Pink Lipstick
Okko Skincare: ‘Try me’ Natural foot balm stick (£21.00 RRP for 50g on the website, £3 on the sheet for 4.5g ‘try me’ size)
Okko Skincare use natural and organic ingredients in their products. They are proud of their balms in a stick format as this enables you to throw it in your bag without the risk of spills.
I was impressed go easily the stick was to apply to my foot. It instantly turned into an oil. I used it straight out my morning shower but think this would be better before bed to allow the oil more time to penetrate. It has a nice smell and I’d be interested in trying more of their sticks.
Raw-Ganic: Refreshing Aloe and Green Tea Facial Wipes (£2.99 on the sheet and website)
Raw-Ganic is an English brand (Oxford). The brand uses natural and organic ingredients that are environmentally sustainable and affordable. It is vegan and cruelty free.
I like these wipes. I’ve used them to remove Make-up before bed and in the morning. I also tested them on removing the searches from my arm and it came off easily, even the swatches with Lip Lock. I’m thinking of putting them away in my overnight bag or next to my bed for when I’m too tired to take my makeup off with a full cleanse.
Would I recommend?
I am a regular subscriber to The Pip Box and never been disappointed by the contents. It was really rewarding to get my box for free and goes to show that the company really do care about their customers.
I’m starting to grow a nice collection of Saturated Colour and Dr Botanics products and I am interested in buying more. I like being introduced to new brands I may not have discovered otherwise like Okko Skincare and Raw-Ganic both organic brands with great ethics.
For Day 5, the prompt was to write a poem about a photo in one language and then in another… I didn’t quite get it because I struggle with foreign languages. I decided to use Canva to find a random image and write a poem about that instead.
Whilst looking for a picture of a camera/photo for my blog title image, I came across this picture and decided to write my poem today about this.
About my BFFs
I am really blessed with my best friends. We have known each other since we were three years old. Yes, we have had fall outs over the years but they never last long and we always come back together. We have been there for each other through the hard times and to celebrate the best times.
Being 80s girls, we had shoeboxes of photos, hand written letters and ticket stubs or event flyers. You couldn’t check the image until it was printed – there are some awful pictures of us out there. Today, you can retake a picture, delete it or even edit it with a filter or Photoshop. Sadly, I don’t think as many pictures get printed even though they look better. Instead there are too many photos taken and they get lost in the mass.
As teens we spent all out summers together but now we don’t get to see each other as much as we would like as our lives are full with work and family. When we are together, we tend to take pictures of our babies (kids or pets). But, when we do get to meet up it’s like time has stood still and we just pick up where we left off. They really are my chosen sisters: Aimee, Jo, Laura and Maile – alphabetically because we don’t do favourites.
The last picture I can find of us altogether is from my best friend Aimee’s baby shower (I’m pregnant too in the picture) taken over 4 years ago!
