Anyone else stick their hair up in a messy bun as soon as they get in from work, put comfy pyjamas on and that’s how you stay until the morning?
Holly Willoughby posted a selfie on Instagram with bed hair and I’m not sure I would be that brave myself, but then again I don’t have Hollys beautiful face to rock the look.
I’m excited that in Weymouth clients are starting to book in for December making sure they have their Christmas hair ready and perfect for the big day, and of course hopefully for the Christmas party’s (unless Boris puts a ban on them)
We have picked up a fair few new clients since relocating to Dorset and December is looking like it’s going to be a busy one.
I however will not be looking immaculate with my extensions perfectly styled on Christmas day as I have decided to sea swim in the morning and have started swimming in Weymouth bay a few times a week to get acclimatised to the temperatures dropping, it’s very enjoyable. I may try and put my hair in french plaits when it’s wet and go for a wavy look on Boxing Day.
I have found since being based in Weymouth Dorset that lots of customers have been asking about more brightly coloured extensions, I’ve always loved the bright colours and have myself worn bright pink extensions through the summer months which look great against my dark hair. I’ve also had a multi coloured side fringe when I went to a festival a few years back.
If you are looking for something a little different, want me to match an existing colour or even just want some subtle flashes of colour underneath your hair then this is possible with fusion bonded extensions. They last around 3 months and can create a totally different look.
The colours are as follows: vibrant orange, russet, gold, bright red, copper red, burgundy, plum red, purple, electric blue, vibrant pink, fuchsia pink, vibrant yellow and bright green.
We have exciting news that we have relocated to Weymouth, Dorset in September of this year! Most of our family have moved down one by one to the south coast starting with my cousin and her family moving down 20 years ago to a small village just outside Yeovil and then my aunt moving to Seaton. My parents then bought a holiday home in Bridport which was so lovely to visit as Westbay is just so beautiful. My sister and her family then moved 4 years ago to a place called Poundbury which is just outside Dorchester so we started visiting them. Weymouth was just perfect as a day out as my son Tristan was still little and loved the beach and Weymouth beach always seems so calm and safe for small children. I also tried to do a 10k a couple of years ago in Lulworth which was so hard with it being the Jurassic coastline it felt more like a marathon than a 10k and I walked a lot of it. Slowly I began to fall in love with this area and felt so much calmer by the sea, then my parents decided they wanted to move here to Dorchester permanently and that happened in the first lockdown. I missed my parents so much and with my son now being 14 I felt it was now or never to make the move so we decided to do it. We looked at Portland which I just loved but I did realise that for Tristan this was a little cut off from the world so started looking at Weymouth and we found such a lovely new home right by the harbour so here we are, building a new life in this beautiful place.
Since I turned 40 in July I have been feeling unhappy about the way I look, not really about my age because after being so sick when I was 30 I still believe getting old is such a privilege. But I definitely felt like I was overweight and perhaps could do with putting a little bit more effort into the way I look.
Beginning of September I joined weight watchers and began to exercise a little more than what I have been doing, this has been a great success so far with me losing 21 lb by the beginning of December! I still have more weight to go but I am feeling so much happier about myself.
One thing that is hard is most of my customers take pride in their appearance and always have lovely nails, eyelashes, eyebrows and hair of course. Then there is me, most days I look like an overweight girl that’s been dragged through a bush backwards! So I’ve started getting my nails done too in the last month as a treat to myself for sticking to my diet.
I have always had very thin light-coloured eyebrows which is strange as my hair is very dark, and with eyebrows being such a thing these days I started getting eyebrow envy nearly every day. So I decided to go and investigate the options I have at a lovely shop just round the corner from where I live that do semi-permanent make up.
So I met the lovely Amy from Absentia. I was in the shop discussing eyebrows and then we got on the subject of eyeliner, so I ended up leaving the shop with a booking for brush stroke brows and eyeliner. I was very excited about the eyeliner and very nervous about the eyebrows, the last time (and only time) I went out with my eyebrows penciled in, I met my boyfriend in the pub and he looked too long in the direction of my eyebrows, then asked me what I had done. Needless to say I went straight to the pub toilets and washed my eyebrows straight off.
The day came for my eyeliner to be done, it was slightly uncomfortable but not painful and even though there was swelling afterwards I absolutely loved them, they even had a tiny flick at the end. I think I will keep having this done even when I’m 90 because I love it that much.
The following day I went back for my eyebrows, I felt sick with worry, what if my boyfriend hates my face after this, what if my parents find out (I know, I know, I’m 40 what does it matter) but it does matter to me that they are not disappointed in me.
Amy marked my face up and said she would not make my eyebrows to big, so I relaxed into it and when we stopped halfway through I had a sneaky peek and they looked amazing too. So after another hour she had finished and I looked at them, they were perfect but just so dark and big, I felt like my face was not my face. Amy said it was because of swelling and that it would fade in about 10 days.
That night I was freaking out about my eyebrows and I had work, I wore a hat pulled right down to my eyebrows all the way through work, my customer probably thinks I’ve lost the plot. I will explain to her next time I see her.
Day 3 after having my eyebrows tattooed on, I’m due to go out for dinner with my friend Anita. Obviously the hat is coming with me to dinner as I’ve not taken it off, I’ve even been wearing it to bed as I fear my son would not recognise me with these new gigantic eyebrows. He did ask the question “what’s with the hat?” and i told him I was feeling very cold all the time!
When I got to Anita’s she just kept saying how wonderful the eyebrows are, then her friend Sarah came round and loved my eyebrows too, so the hat stayed at home and me and my eyebrows went out for dinner.
My boyfriend said on day 4 when i saw him that he really liked my eyebrows but that he felt he was staring at them a lot haha. My parents did not mention my eyebrows when I saw them on day 9 but they did keep saying how well I looked…. So I got away with that one.
I’m 16 days past having my eyebrows done now and I love, love, love them, they have faded slightly and shrunk as the swelling has gone down.
More things on the list I would like to try is semi permanent lipstick and Botox. Should I wear a name badge from now on while working, so all my lovely customer know that it is me… “Bev, just an updated version” x
I finally got to use my Christmas present from my lovely boyfriend from last Christmas due to a very busy year! It was a trip to Dorset to have a private horse riding lesson / Trek along Studland Beach.
We both used to ride a lot when we were children but not so much as adults. I was very nervous as the last time I went riding was about 6 years ago with my friend Anita. She booked us an experience riding ex racehorses which looking back was perhaps for the more experienced rider as my horse just took off as if he was trying to win the 3.30 at Newmarket and I had no control over him!
So I was nervous and asked Daniel to tell the stables I wanted a slow small pony, We got to the stables at 8.30 in the morning and I was shown to a horse that still am unsure of his name, (I’d been calling him one name all morning and when we returned to the stables the groom called him something completely different to which I can’t remember either of these two names). But anyway he seemed a nice horse, not too big which was very good just in case I do fall off, Daniel was given a very big horse called Boris (That was an easy name to remember due to Boris Johnson)
So off we go to the beach which took about 20 minutes all the while I felt very anxious and the instructor was in front of me trying to have a conversation but I could not really hear her and Daniel was behind me asking what the instructor was saying, all I wanted to do was concentrate on staying on.
We got to the road that ran along the beach and we started trotting, this was when I knew I no longer fitted into the category of someone that looks like a horse rider, I had lost all my skills. When we got to the beach it was so beautiful, it was cold so the beach was empty apart from a few people walking their dogs, you could see a few miles down the coast with the perfect white sand.
The instructor asked if we wanted to canter along the beach which I was not too sure about but thought I would give it a go. We trotted then (with me at the back) Daniel and the instructor where off cantering away from me. I don’t think my horse was enjoying the trip out as he did not want to canter and after some time of asking this of him he gave a massive buck and we were cantering, such a wonderful feeling, like being free.
After that I got over my anxiety and started really enjoying it all, we rode for about a mile down the beach and then turned to head home, again we all went to canter but this time my horse knew we had turned and were on our way home so he skipped the canter and went straight into a gallop, his head straight up. No more lazy horse. I should have been frightened but I loved it so much. Brought back some lovely memories of being young and spending all my weekends horse riding.
The trip was made even better as Daniel said it was one of his dreams to ride on the beach, so dreams really do come true.
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Last August (2016) My dad asked me if i wanted to run a full marathon with him!
I casually said yes, thinking it would be lovely to have some one on one time with my dad, we can train together for 8 months and then run this marathon like pros.
How wrong could I be?
Let me start with the back story, my Dad started running 2 years ago, having never run before in his whole life. He actually wrote a book (on Amazon!) about starting running, as he wanted to document how someone can go from a non-runner to completing a marathon. He said he thought of me a lot when running, about giving to charity (breast cancer) because of me and how thankful he was that I was ok now, and how it clears his mind when he runs.
I remember when he started training for his first marathon I had recently finished the London to Brighton bike ride and was missing a challenge. I asked him if I could do it with him and he said no, it was something he wanted to do on his own. This first marathon was 2 years ago in Scotland, the Loch Ness marathon and I could not sit still all day, I was so worried and stressed for him. When I got the notification that he had finished, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I was just in awe of him, how can someone run 26.2 miles? To me it was just mind blowing.
He went on to do marathon after marathon in the coming months – it was incredible, he was incredible.
So the day he asked me if I wanted to join him on this journey I was so excited, This was soon to change! We arranged to meet the following week and go for a short run (5 miles). I had never run more than 5k before and even that was only for race for life and I walked most of it. We met up and immediately started running (this was later to be a thing with my Dad…. never a warm up). We ran across Boxmoor in Hemel Hempstead then towards Berkhamsted, past one of my favourite pubs the Winkwell, then turned back towards home. My muscles hurt like never before, my lungs were burning and I got blisters. It was a summers day and I felt the fear, what have I signed up for?
In the coming months I joined a gym and did “couch to 10k” 3 times a week, to try and get to the standard that my Dad seemed to think I was already at. I was desperately hoping each gym session would make the weekly run with Dad easier… it never did, his runs just got longer, faster and bigger hills!
A classic was meeting Dad at 9.10 at the church, only to get on a bus that took us 19 miles away to Aylesbury. Then we ran back, I had to phone my Mum at 2pm and beg her to collect my son from school as I would not have made it in time. Dad planned the routes, I never really knew where we were going on our runs or how hilly they were going to be, it frightened me so much. Along the way I had many setbacks, the first was Christmas, just overeating and laziness plus childcare issues to add to the mix. But most of my set backs were injuries, bad ankles, terrible hip pain on my right side, lost toe nails and sickness.
By the time the Marathon day came I was all in, 8 months training was so hard, being a single parent and having Trending Hair to run, was hard enough but to throw in so much training was chaotic and very stressful. There was no way I was letting anything get in my way.
So I got up on the 15th April 2017 at 5.05am, left the house at 6.20am, my lovely boyfriend drove me and my son to Northampton where I met my Mum and Dad, we checked in and got our numbers at 7.30am. We started at 9am.
All along Dad had been telling me he will wait for me, that we will do this together. Well, mile 1 I lost him, I was busy trying not to be sick every few seconds (I think it was the adrenaline) and Dad was ahead lost in the crowd of proper runners! I found him at about a mile and a half, where he was running on the spot waiting for me… come on Bev’s, down hill now, run fast, (this was Dad all over) all the time in training he would say, just round this corner Bev’s its down hill, Just over this hill Bev’s its down hill, Just down this lane Bev’s there’s a cafe to stop and rest (none of them were ever true).
So I ran the first lap, each lap was 4.3 miles, you had to run back into base to get your ticket stamped then leave to do another lap, we had to do 6 to make the full marathon distance. We got back into base, I filled up with water and got my ticket stamped and Dad said let’s go. I was devastated, all the training and hours I had put in and I felt like I did not want to leave base again.
I left and followed Dad, for some reason I kept getting the lines “just keep swimming, just keep swimming” from Finding Nemo going around and around my head! I kept running and the second lap we were still within the time (we had only 6 hours to start the final lap).
So many different emotions went through my mind that day, happiness, a calm, sickness, pain, fear, anger, self doubt, self worth. I thought about friends, family, lost friends and lost times. I thought about the future, about the following day, about that evening, after having a bath and being clean sitting on my sofa with my pj’s on thinking I did it, I really did it. But I remember at 21 miles, thinking we are not going to finish this. I was to slow to get in the 6 hours and I had hit a wall, everything was telling me to ring the bell at base and give up. I did the maths over and over in my head, time wise it was so close, so close that I relaxed into it and thought I did my best, if I don’t come in on the 5th lap in time to leave then that it’s fate and I did my best.
I entered base desperate for the toilet, desperately hungry and needing my water bottles filled up, I only had 9 minutes to get my card stamped, get a drink and leave for the last lap. I was almost hysterical with pain in my hip, my legs felt so weak and I needed the toilet so bad, but as I left base for the last lap i realised, no matter what, I was going to complete this marathon. I had beaten the clock and got out of base before they stopped the clock.
I finished the Marathon, with money being donated to Breast cancer. I was last to finish. Well, I would have been except Dad let me run ahead of him – the first time I managed to overtake him in the 26 miles.
I had an amazing time, I write this the day after the marathon and I am in so much pain, I’m exhausted, but so proud of myself.
I hope anyone reading this understands, it did not end up being about my time, nor my injuries, not even the amazing medal at the end of it. But if this girl, this ageing girl who’s had cancer and struggles with self belief, self worth and confidence can…..YOU CAN, just follow your dreams! Love Bev x