I recently spent a week back at my folks place over Easter and, on leaving, accidentally forgot to pack my make-up bag. (I also forgot my hair-straighteners, diary, W's night-lights and my work-key. Disaster.) This actually concerned me more than I thought it would. I am not a HUGE make-up wearer you see. I know plenty of friends who would not dream of leaving the house without their lipstick or mascara on but I have never really been one of those women. In fact the only lipstick phase I went through was in my teens where Rimmel's pale sugary-pink, (think Twiggy) or black-cherry (think ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.