Right now every other person I follow on Instagram is using HUJI, the app that turns your phone camera into a disposable from 1998. Date stamp included if you so desire. Knowing how much of a sucker I am for these kind of apps, I tried to steer clear of it for a good while, but as expected, here I am, insanely attached to my virtual disposable.
What is self care? Is it different to self love? How do you practice it?
All of the above and more were answered beautifully at a recent Lush Life panel discussion on self care, hosted by Grace Victory. The YouTuber/author/general bad ass was accompanied by youth worker/motivational speaker Tanya Compas, fellow YouTuber/ally to the marginalised Lucy Moon and body positive life coach/activist Michelle Elman. Now, I had been wildly excited about this, but let me tell you, I had no idea just how inspiring it would be.
By no means do I live a life of poverty, but neither do I live in luxury. I work just short of ‘full time’, write for free, and pay my own rent and bills etc. The standard. Yet I have a careless attitude when it comes to spending, treating myself a little too often, to the point that come the last week of the month I’m just about getting by.
When it comes to the new year, I’m personally still in a zone of vegging out for at least the first two weeks. Perhaps it’s because my birthday is on January 9th and I just can’t settle on a new healthy lifestyle routine before the day that I’m supposed to stuff my face with cake. However, that day has passed and I’m ready, not to create a new me, but to make this year the best it can be.
It’s been a fair few months since I had my first ever spa experience, (let alone a Lush Spa) and I think I ought to finally tell you about it all.
5th April 2016
It’s a sunny day in Poole, the Dorset town in which Lush was born 21 years ago. Its quaint little high street, matched with the stunning quays make for the perfect back drop for the most relaxing day of my life. The time between my train arriving and my treatment beginning offers me the opportunity to explore Poole, and take in its peaceful energy, yet there’s that little bit in the back of mind that’s anxious about the idea of a full body massage. Is it going to be weird? Am I wearing appropriate pants?
Dare I say the word? The word that brings joy to some, while revealing the inner grinch of others. Yes, this C word is apparently just as much an expletive as that other one. It’s CHRIIIIIISTMAAAAAAASSSS.
Halloween may be just around the corner, but head to a Lush store and you’re stepping into a wonderland of Christmas goodies, and I’m not just talking about the bath bombs. For me, Lush has really outdone themselves across the whole store. The bombs and bubble bars are all super exciting and I can’t wait to stock up on my bath time goodies, but with dreamy body lotions, tasty new lip scrubs and life saving cleansers, Lush Christmas 2016 as a whole is the best collection by far! Here are some of my faves.
About four months ago I bought my first ever Jo Malone perfume. That one perfume that made me feel like a grown up. Like a woman. Sounds pretty dumb when I say it like that, but at the same time it makes all the sense in the world. Step in to a Jo Malone shop or counter and you enter a world of luxury, and that’s not just down to their prices. It’s elegant, clean without being clinical, and you feel special just being there.
When working a full day in retail, there’s two ways I like to let off steam – crawl into bed and never see a shop again, or head straight to town for my own dose of retail therapy. Of course it depends on how close we are to pay day, either way, I think my favourite kind of shopping trip is usually something spontaneous. Perhaps it’s because there’s no sense of disappointment when you can’t find anything, you’re just out to pick up the things that stand out to you there and then, in the moment.
It’s funny how things happen. How an opportunity to go see an amazing one of a kind gig at a beautiful venue in your country’s capital just falls into your lap. I was barely aware of Iggy Pop’s Post Pop Depression tour and then all of a sudden I had landed myself a ticket to his show at Royal Albert Hall. Not only was I going to see a musical legend, no matter how leathery his stomach, Josh Homme had something to do with it and would be on that stage, doing what he does best (and oh my did he do it well).