An unusual Naturelle Cosmetics Royal Coffee Scrub review

So as promised here is my Naturelle Cosmetics Royal Coffee Scrub review, however as I am still on my slow, slightly broken old lap top I am going to do this review without any pictures… I just don’t think my laptop will survive, so instead I would like you all to close your eyes, ok maybe don’t actually close your eyes as that would make the whole reading of the blog post a little tricky, but let’s pretend that you are closing your eyes so that you can imagine the picture I will attempt to paint with my words and hopefully by the end of this blog post you too will be assured of two things:

  1. The scrub is pretty awesome. It will have you inviting everyone you know to stroke you and, as if that isn’t weird enough, you will feel so strokeably soft that when there is no one else around you will find you end up stroking yourself.
  2. It will become abundantly obvious why I blog rather than attempt to do any proper writing. Apologise to anyone who classes blogging as proper writing, I would not refer to myself as a writer, in fact I barely consider myself good enough to be a blogger but I digress.

As I have previously mentioned a couple of times I do love this product, and I will be going out an spending my own money on it once I have used up all of the free bag I was sent. The bag that it comes in looks like a bag you would buy coffee ground in, I am hoping that is intentional. And this particular product has a brilliantly blue label on it, with white zigzags which take up the top quarter of the label and a 100% organic ingredients stamp on it, which I love.

In my opinion, the label on the back of the packaging is a little lacking for my liking. I would have appreciated some guidance as to how to use the product – I know, it’s a body scrub so it should be quite simple, but the first time I used it was just before I met S’s parents for the first time and so I applied a handful to my arm and freaked out as my arm turned a lovely coffee colour. Being one to slightly over-react I was convinced that this colour would mean that I was tanned slightly and I was convinced I would be meeting the parents for the first time whilst modelling the apparent worst fake tan known to man. However as luck would have it this was not the case and the scrub and the colouring washed straight off. I don’t know about you, but I am a little bit of a rule follower, and for something like this I could have done with a little guidance as to how much I should be using. Do I need a pea sized amount or is it one pack per scrubbing? Also, and again this could just be a me thing, but I would have liked to know if I was ok to put my wet hand into the bag or should I be attempting to sprinkle the scrub onto my hand? I will admit I did try the sprinkling and it did not work so I reverted to sticking in my whole hand and I am pleased to say the mixture has not gone clumpy, which was my fear.

The whole sprinkling fiasco, also raises another story to tell you. The stuff is a bugger to clean up. I last used the scrub a fortnight ago, and yet some is still on the side of my bath which isn’t washing away. I know, tomorrow, when I actually find time to clean the bathroom, still haven’t fully sorted out a workable schedule with mum that leaves me time to clean my house, the scrub will wash away. It’s not like it permanently marks or anything like that, but this scrub is definitely something to use when you have time to pamper yourself fully and then clean the bathroom post pampering or live with stuff on the side for a while.

The other comment I would make about this is the smell. When I first opened it my entire bathroom stunk of the scrub (coffee and tea tree mix) for a good few weeks, however it was left out on the side so I don’t know if this would have been so pungent had I put it in the cupboard and closed the top down. The smell isn’t unpleasant in the slightest but you are aware that you have a packet of this stuff open.

I’m not sure what else to tell you really. I have very much kept this product as a treat and have only used it a couple of times. But I am so impressed with it that I think my friends will be getting a bag of the scrub for Christmas as I genuinely think it is fab and I really think you should treat yourself and try some too!

*Disclaimer: I was sent a packet of the Naturelle Cosmetics Royal Coffee Scrub for free for the purpose of the review, however this has no way affected my opinion of the product nor my ability to badly describe it on a lap top that I am convinced will break if I upload any photos… which gets me thinking, if anyone is looking for a lap top to review….

Also see lovely pictures here and do let me know in the comments how close your mental image was to the actual packaging.

Did you miss me?

Well, I have so much to tell you I don’t know where to start. It been 22 days since I left “proper” work and started caring for my Mum full time and despite some bumps in the road I can hand on heart tell you this is the best thing I ever did. I am sleeping, I am actually getting into bed at 11pm and getting a full 8 hours sleep most nights. Of course this is helped slightly by the fact that on a number of nights I am not getting into bed alone.

S got the job near me and has sot of moved in. I say sort of as actually it’s only 3 nights a week, and it’s only until he finds a house of his own up this way, but still eek! Also, this sort of move in has meant that I have had to meet his folks. Quite rightly, they didn’t like the idea of him moving in with a complete stranger. They are lovely and despite a few set backs the first time I went to meet them – am I the only person who stupidly decides to try new products for the very first time just before a big important event?! – they think I am lovely and keep inviting me down to see them. Which is pretty awesome. I also met his siblings, who apparently also approve which is something of a record as apparently before me they have hated every single girlfriend S has ever introduced them to. So I am claiming this as a massive win.

I’m also desperately trying to think of what else I have to tell you… I know I had more stuff, but being completely honest this is the first Saturday night I have had off in about a month and I am currently starting my second glass of wine, and I am yet to make dinner. As it is a lovely night, I have put Poppy in the garden which means I can plug in my old, horrendously slow laptop without fear she will chew through the cable. She did this to S, and as he is a little bit of a techy geek, the type of laptop he uses has charger cables which cost £80 to replace. I will admit when he first told me I felt awful and considered buying a replacement, but then when I thought about it I realised that a. I had pre-warned him that she chews cable and so him choosing to have her out and the cable on the floor was his own stupid mistake and b. he is very lucky he did not electrocute my rabbit, and so I went from wondering how to apologise to him to thinking about how he would apologise to me.

S has been lovely and built me a new computer, so that I can continue with my blogging now I am no longer at work. Being honest a lot of my blog posts were written on my lunch breaks, and so until that is up and running I don’t know how sporadic my updates will be. I do know that there will be a review post coming up soon, do you remember the awesome vegan face cream I was sent a while back? (link here for reference) Well the lovely people at Naturelle Cosmetics sent me some body scrub to review (spoiler alert: it’s amazing!) which I know I must do, but as adding those two links has caused my lap top to throw a bit of a hissy I am not yet brave enough to try adding photos as well as links… which might explain the random header image. I took a two glasses of wine inspired random pick of pictures I had already got in the “back end” of the blog.

Anyway, I really should go and make a start on tea. I hope you are all well? Let me know what’s going on with you in the comments, and I promise as soon as I can I will be back. In the meantime, know I am thinking about you often and sending nothing but good wishes

Speak soon XXX


I failed at adulting

That’s the thought I can’t get out of my head. The stick which I use to beat myself. The notion that I couldn’t cut it in the “real” world and I am running to my Mum to bail me out, and no matter how many times people tell me I am being ridiculous, that the plan to give up work and become a full-time carer to my mother is a brave thing to do, I can’t stop feeling like I have failed. I entered the working world and I couldn’t cut it.

I can remember my Dad telling me time and time again how people are more than their jobs, that a job title didn’t matter and that so long as I was happy that’s all that matters.  But I can’t help but feel that society says different and the fact that I will no longer work 9 – 5.30 five days a week means that I am a failure. It’s ridiculous. I have always spend said “I don’t live to work, I work to live” but now that I am about to do that, spend my days taking my Mum for days out or shopping and spending time being a ‘lady what lunches’ the voices in my head won’t be quieted.

I worry what people who don’t know me will think. I know I am being ridiculous. My friends, family and S have all been ridiculously supportive but I worry about what S’s friend and family will think.  Ok, my job hasn’t been what I envisaged for a long time but at least I could tell everyone I “worked in marketing” even if the reality was somewhat different. Now, what do I say when I am asked?

I’m scared I am making the biggest mistake of my life, one there is no way back from. Mum and I have talked vaguely about finances but all she says is “I won’t see you struggle” and while I know she won’t that doesn’t answer the question I have of what my life will look like in 6 months’ time. I also worry I am underestimating how hard this will be. Right now I only see the positives. If I want to spend a weekend with S, then I will spend the week days either side of that with Mum meaning I needn’t feel guilty that I am not with her when I am busy with S. I see a summer where I can bring her to my house and spend time working in my garden. I might finally get the planters sorted I have been planning for the last 2 years but life keeps getting in the way of.  I see summer days when I can take a break for a few hours and go for a cycle ride because the sun is shining. I see days out with Mum, running errands together, making memories.

If that’s how it works out then I will be living a dream, or as close to a dream as you can get.

So why can’t I shake the notion I am a failure?

I’ve been struggling, and too ashamed to admit it.

I handed in my notice at work. Being honest it has been a long time coming, around about New Year I realised I couldn’t go on as I was. I was constantly tired, had no time for me and had genuinely thought, more than once, that a potential way out would be death. I was drowning and fast. I felt constantly guilty, was having to book to see friends months in advance and despite declaring at least once a week I was going home to clean I never actually found the time to do it and instead had reverted to not letting people into my house, unless unavoidable, and keeping the curtains closed so the neighbours wouldn’t see the mess.

Of course, I kept this to myself. Well, there wasn’t really anyone to tell.

Occasionally I would have people round, but all that happened was the crap would get hidden in drawers or bulk piled into the bottom of wardrobes. The state of my house, the house that Dad and I had worked so hard on, was getting out of hand. All I saw was projects not finished, items not dusted, floors not vacuumed.  I know I should have done it, but when you are walking out of your front door at half 8 and walking back in gone midnight, well the motivation just isn’t there.

I was very aware I was neglecting my home and myself, but what choice did I have? Poppy was also being horrendously neglected. She was having to survive on about an hour’s companionship a day, which is not enough, and as I replaced the time I could spend with her to treats to at least help alleviate the boredom she got fat.

I was constantly tired but unable to sleep. I felt constantly guilty. Time spent with S or with friends was time not spent with Mum, time spent hanging out at Mum’s was another day of Poppy alone at my house. My diary was full, every hour not at work accounted for, and despite me promising myself that this was the year I put myself first, cheating myself of time doing what I wanted and enjoyed was the only way to fit everyone else in.

Although I wasn’t depressed, I could feel myself slipping towards it. I was aware of little things I was, or rather wasn’t, doing which harked back to when things were really crap before. I was going weeks without cleaning my hair, the sniff test was being used on clothing found on the floor and even cooking, which used to bring me such great pleasure, was reduced to whatever I could cook quickly in one pan.

Then Mum made a throwaway comment about paying me instead of her carers and a plan was formulated. I am a mixture of excited and terrified.

My slightly late to the party #InternationalWomensDay post

This time two weeks ago was International women’s day and more than anything I wanted to write an inspirational post. Obviously, I wanted this post to be some of my best work, which would definitely inspire generations and propel me to my rightful spot as World Ruler. All brought about by your realising how awesome, wise and right about everything I am.

The reality however was I had to duck out of work before lunchtime to spend the rest of the day working from home as I was having the worst period pains. Ok, not the worst, I didn’t end up unconscious with an ambulance being called. They were bad enough that I had to go home and put some heat on them in a pre-emptive attack to prevent the need for an ambulance. At first, I felt a little bit like a failure, and I even made a joke about it “what do we want? equal rights…unless our stomach hurts, in which case we want to go home and cuddle on the sofa in comfy pants, with an infinite amount of chocolate and tea!”

However, as I was in the process of judging myself, negatively, I realised that actually, my situation said a lot more about why we needed international woman’s day. When I walked out of the office, despite that fact that I have a genuine medical condition, which resulted in an ambulance been called, I said nothing to no-one. I just kept my head down and shuffled out of there hoping no one would notice. I couldn’t admit to my male colleagues what was going on. Of course, all my female colleagues were very aware and had offered paracetamol and taken me for a walking hoping some fresh air would help. But I kept it quiet, I was ashamed.

It makes me mad, that still in this day and age woman are ashamed to admit they are on their periods and the whole natural monthly occurrence is shoved under the carpet. I’m not quite in the free bleeding camp, but I do think that we shouldn’t have to hide it. It also makes me so mad, that there is so little funding for ailments that are purely woman focus. How much is spent each month on looking at Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) or Endometriosis. When I was told I had PCOS I was in my appointment for a full five minutes, I was told to take some tablets which would make all of my symptoms worst but provided me with contraception, and told that I may struggle to have kids. That was it.

It’s now almost 10 years later, I have had ambulances called out to me and I have still not seen a doctor about my problems. I know I should but how do I walk into a room and say “I have period pains” and get the seriousness of the situation understood by a doctor? When my cramps are at their worse I pass out. However, I quickly bounce back and there is nothing to see. The ambulance was called when I had stopped responding to anyone but by the time it had arrived I was sitting up and talking as if nothing was wrong. Trying to explain that to someone… the only symptom I had was a slight change in blood pressure.

I was reading something this morning about how one in ten women have Endometriosis and don’t know about it. I can’t help but think how?!! I know that there are also a lot of male symptoms which don’t get as much funding as they should, and probably if I was a better blogger I would have researched them so I could name them, but surely woman’s period care needs looking at.

I mean let’s talk about the luxury that is the tampon. Something we have to pay over the odds to put into our bodies to control something natural which can give us toxic shock syndrome which can be fatal. I thought toxic shock only occurs when you leave a tampon in too long, something I think we all have done, but then I was reading the other day that another cause of toxic shock can be getting an infection from inserting one. Apparently, tampons scratch the lining of the vagina when they are inserted and this can get infected. How, in this day and age, with all the advancements know to us, can we not come up with a better way of stopping blood leaks in this day and age?

Something needs to be done.

Looking back on history it is easy to say “well they didn’t know better” but now we do. We know that there are glass ceilings, we know that there is a pay gap, and recently I learnt that a woman’s right to choose whether or not she wants an abortion is STILL not legal in my country (UK). Forget, whether or not you agree with abortion for a second, and instead ask yourself is it right that half of our population do not have the right to make a decision as to what happens to their own bodies?

That’s why we need international women’s day, that’s why we can’t stay silent anymore.