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31 March 2014

Why I Love Disney Films

It's a Sunday night, and I've just finished waxing my legs, painting my nails, and watching Tangled. Yes, I'm an eighteen year old, fully moved out human being. But there is just something about Disney movies that I love. Particularly (but not limited to) Princess ones. And I know, I know Disney does not have the best reputation when it comes to racism and sexism, and before I continue this post, I completely 100% do NOT condone that. But, I love Disney films. I love the songs, I love the characters, I love the dresses and I love how they make me feel like a little girl again. 

I think the love of Disney for all ages comes because now, it's been around for a good old while. Even if our parents and grandparents were older when they watched the films we saw as children, it brings back different kinds of memories. For me, I remember watching Beauty and the Beast as a tiny child, and being in awe of Belle and terrified of the Beast. But for my parents, Beauty and the Beast reminds them of their first ever cinema date. 

There are a lot of arguments for how Disney creates an unrealistic image for girls to look up to. And whilst I agree the world is moving on, and women should not always be portrayed as perfect, hour glass figured girls with dainty feet and long eye lashes. At the same time, I find it hard to see why Disney films are classed as 'bad' when the Chick Flicks I know and love, don't exactly use actresses who look like the back of a bus. 

When I was little, I never used to look at Ariel and think, 'Ugh, she's so skinny, I wish I was her' or 'Oh my god look at Aurora's long blonde hair, why is mine so short and dark'... To me, as soon as I put on a 'princess dress' I was Aurora. And I didn't want to be Ariel because of what she looked like, I quite simply just wanted to be a mermaid (...and now I'd quite like a Prince Eric).

But my love of Disney films isn't limited to the ones of true love and princesses in floaty dresses. I love Lady and the Tramp, I love Tarzan, I love Toy Story and I love love love Lilo and Stitch. In fact, it's my favorite Disney film of all time. Or at least on a joint first with The Little Mermaid.

I think I secretly just wanted to express my love for Disney, as I feel like I'm rambling and not actually making a point. But I really like Disney films, and when I'm older I swear to God, I will introduce my children to everything from the Jungle Book to Frozen. They make you feel good, they have catchy songs, and some of my earliest memories are laughing hysterically as my dad pretended to be Roger from 101 Dalmations, singing Cruella De Vil or when me and my sister would jump from sofa to sofa, pretending to be Wendy from Peter Pan.

A little while ago I read something that gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. If you're of a similar age to me, you will probably appreciate this too, and I thought it was just too good not to share. The creators of Toy Story and Monsters Inc, waited over 10 years for the sequels to come out (Toy Story 3 and Monsters University)... The children who watched the originals are now 17/18/19, at the exact age where we all say goodbye to our childhoods and move on, most of us to 'college.' Just like Andy. These films have quite literally followed us through our childhoods.

Now, I know this is really just a brilliant scheme for Disney/Pixar to make more money from girls and boys like me who want to relive their childhood forever. But I have to admit it worked. Because I went to see both films at the cinema at least twice. And I related to them both. Exactly as Disney intended.

Anyway, as I said I've completely lost the point in this post and I'm just rambling on about my love for Disney, but everything I've written is completely heartfelt. However old I get, I doubt I will ever see a rabbit hole without thinking of Alice in Wonderland, or buy a china set without thinking of Mrs Potts. And I will never, stop wanting to be Ariel.

Ciao for Now! 


30 March 2014

Mothers Day

It's not particularly uncommon for me to do a bit of a soppy post. I've written about my sister, my best friends, even my dog... and although I don't want to go over board on all these deep emotional bits, I think it's only deserving that the wonderful human who bought me into this world should have her own post. You all have to thank (or maybe not) her, because let's face it, without Carol, you wouldn't be reading this post and Alice's Antics wouldn't exist. What an absolute tragedy.

I'd be lying to you if I said I was the perfect daughter when it comes to events like birthdays, mothers/fathers day, anniversaries... usually (always) I forget. I find myself on a last minute night before shop, browsing for presents... and most likely settling on a mug of some kind. In fact a couple of years ago, I completely forgot about Mother's Day, and made a power point in the morning. Needless to say, that didn't go down too well, and I am still being held by it and reminded at every opportunity of this low point in my life as a daughter.

When I was little, I couldn't imagine a day where I didn't like my mum. Having days when I wouldn't want to talk to her, or when I would shut myself in my room and refuse anyone entry. But aged about 14, that day did come. And it lasted a solid few years. Not because she was evil or a monster, like I thought at the time, but because I was an extremely irrational teenager who didn't understand why going to parties with 19 year old's was not ok.

After 18 years, I can finally understand why my mum nagged me to tie up my shoelaces, and forced me to do my homework. Why she made me wear ugly wellies to school on rainy days and wouldn't let me have a mobile phone until I was 11. (Which, looking back is still pretty young).  I'm not surprised she put her foot down at letting boys in my room before the age of 18, and how every time I got in a car with someone under 25 she would give me the same lecture about being safe, wearing a seat belt, and getting out if I they were driving irresponsibly. It was all because she loved me, because I am lucky enough to have someone who still loves me.

In life, there are very few people out there who are willing to love you through everything, despite any flaws or imperfections. There's only one person I can think of who has been with me through my playground arguments to adolescent break ups, to helping me pack my suitcase for my move abroad. Friendships will often come and go, and men most certainly do, but a mothers love is one of the rare consistencies throughout your life.

I find it extremely upsetting how so many millions of girls and boys grow up without mums, or lose them long before anyone could even think about it. Or the children whose mothers maybe aren't quite the Supermum's the majority of us have. If you have a mother this mothers day, please spoil them and do the traditional breakfast in bed bits. Give them that fuzzy feeling inside when you give them their cards, and show them that however much you scream and cry and shout and yell at them, you will always love them as much as they love you. Most parents have a sob fest the day their children leave for University, but my mum is going to have a field day when she drops me off, as I'll be a two hour drive, not a two hour flight. There have been times here where I've wanted to get on plane home, simply to cry and be cuddled, and that is when you know you have a great mum.

Being where I am right now, I obviously can't spend mothers day with mine, but I know my mum reads every single one of my blog posts, so I can guarantee she will be reading this right now.

So, from Italy, Happy Mother's Day Mum!
(I hope this is better than a Powerpoint)

Ciao for now!

26 March 2014

Would you like some tea?

Last week, my blog began its 30 days of advertisement on Louise (Sprinkle of Glitter)'s blog. Louise also kindly writes a little piece on 10 of the blogs advertised, which included mine this month. What with her being a fabulous human and incredible blogger, the traffic to her posts are about 10000000x as much as mine, and thanks to this, a lot of new followers have come over into the world of Alice's Antics. If you're a returning reader, you may even have noticed I've given my blog a little 'spring clean', I'm hoping having a sun on my page will encourage the real sun to come out a bit more.... Anyway, I wanted this post to say a big welcome to everyone new! If I could offer you all a spot of tea and a custard cream (biscuit of the Gods) then I would. In fact, go and get yourself a cuppa before continuing to read the rest of this post. Or maybe something stronger. Who knows.
I am always partial to a spot of tea
I thought I'd do a little re-introduction post, because back when I started this blog and did my first ever 'HI I'M ALICE!' in September, I had a solid 3 followers. And although there is the obligatory 'About Alice' page, it's all a bit same old same old. So I thought I would throw out some facts and information about your host for today. If you're as nosey as I am, you'll probably enjoy having a little bit of insight.....

So some facts about me, I am really very easy to please. I have a bizarre obsession with buying quirky mugs and stationary. One pay day, I bought £50 worth of Notebooks and the like... and the 1D DVD is also included in this price (woops!). I'm a self confessed book worm. If I like a good book, I will get through it in a couple of days easily, and I read absolutely anything from Jodi Picoult to Charles Dickens. Right now I'm going through a bit of a 'classics' phase, and am reading Frankenstein. When I read and watch films, I get really engrossed... to the point of embarrassment. In my everyday life, I hardly cry at all, but all it takes is a sad News report, or a Puppy advert and I will be bawling. I once went to the cinema with a fairly new 'beau' to see Monsters University, and I actually started crying at the Pixar short film before the real movie. Yup, I wish I was exaggerating. 

Me (middle) with my 2 best friends in Istanbul at the start of travelling some of Europe
My favorite food is ice cream, and if I had to choose between Leonardo DiCaprio and Ed Westwick I think I would have to split my body in two. Last year I travelled around Turkey and Greece with two of my best friends, and it was both the most incredible and emotionally draining experience of my life. Other than my human best friends, my other best friend is my dog. I actually wrote a whole blog post on him once, just to convey to people how much I adore him. I'm a bit (a lot) of an internet freak and can honestly spend hours on my laptop at one time. Stalking, commenting, reading, writing.. you name it, I do it. 

Right now, I'm in between school and university living in Italy, on what us Brits like to call a 'gap year'. They contain a lot of soul searching, a lot of harem pants, and a lot of yoga. Mine also contains a lot of dieting, tanning and searching for an Italian husband to cook me pasta and pizza at my request. 

I'd absolutely love to get to know you, so feel free to comment or mail me on the email provided in my 'Contact' page! 
And welcome (or welcome back) to Alice's Antics! I hope you feel right at home here. 

Ciao for now! x


23 March 2014

Stranger Danger

It is no secret to my friends and family, I am one of those people who spends hours on their laptop. I am happy to browse endless timelines and dashboards, commenting on pictures or writing messages to people. I created my Youtube account 5 years ago, and my Tumblr nearly 4 years ago. I was one of the first people I know to get Facebook, and when I was 12 I was making 'Bebo skins' for my friends. Basically, I don't know why it is, but I've always just got the internet.

The problem with all of this, is that a lot of people (especially parents) don't get it. They don't understand why we want to waste our lives staring at a screen. They think that talking to people on the internet is going to lead to rape, murder, abduction. And of course that's a possibility. But I thought I'd share my experiences with 'Stranger Danger' because in actuality, if you're wise about it, and go about it in the right way, with extreme caution the Internet can expand your social circles. 

The group of people above. Can you see any old men? Any dodgy looking humans (not including me)... ? Of course not. You look at these pictures and you see a group of teenagers having fun. Well, the truth is, these pictures were taken over 2 years ago, and this was the first time I'd met any of the guys n gals above. We'd been talking for months and months, but I had never met any of them. And, two years later, I still talk to almost every single person pictured. Maybe not as frequently as before, but we're still friends. And some of us are even closer. I've met up with Emily a good few times, and I even went to stay with Ian and his family for Easter.

Me and Charley
And then, above is Charley. I met Charley through Youtube and a mutual friend a couple of years ago. And she is now like a big sister to me. She started writing her blog (you can read here) after getting inspiration from mine, and I could not imagine my life without her. I don't even remember how we started talking. We had one mutual friend but we hit it off straight away and have never looked back. Her family are one of the most warming loveliest families I've ever come across and once again, without Youtube we would never have met.

It's really important to me for people to understand I'm not condoning sneaking off in the middle of the night or lying to parents and catching a train halfway across the country to meet people you've met on the Internet. But people definitely need to be more accepting of the internet and its perks nowadays. Adults meet and fall in love from the Internet. People become best friends because of a mutuality. And teenagers are earning millions from videos made in their bedrooms.

If you're reading this as a blogger, you've probably met people through the blogging community already, and there are now massive organised meetups for Youtube communities to get together. So I am fully aware the world is changing. I just think others who might not understand, need to be supportive of it. Because if you're a parent, the chances are your child will just end up sneaking off anyway... (I stupidly did). It's far better for you to prepare them and know exactly where they are. And as friends, sure you might not understand the whole Youtube/Tumblr/Twitter/Blogger ok, every social network in existence thing. But be supportive of your friends. Seriously, it makes us feel totally isolated when you mock us. Even if it is a joke. I may be terrible at sport, but next time you need someone to sort out  an HTML code, I am totally your girl. 

Ciao for Now!


20 March 2014

No Makeup Selfies

Before I write 90% of my blog posts, I do a bit of research. I look at other blogs, and see what other opinions are being let loose on the world wide web. I Google the topics I am writing about, anything from Reasons to Live Young to Why I Love Chick Flicks. It's important to me that I'm original with what I write, I don't want people reading this blog and thinking 'Oh, same old same old'. Because that would be boring. But today, when researching for this blog post, I was met with hundreds of thousands of pages knocking this viral selfie craze where women wipe their faces clean for cancer. And despite feeling slightly hypocritical as yesterday I myself had my doubts, I will come out and say I think all these blog posts are just not right. And here's why.

Last night, I was browsing through my Facebook and every other picture was that of a bare faced girl, with the title 'Raise Awareness for Cancer' and then, in between these posts were those who were trying to be self righteous, claiming 'Why don't you just donate to the charity', or 'Keep your make up on and donate, then we don't have to see your ugly faces' (two genuine quotes from my timeline). 

But the thing is, this new craze is not just about raising money. It's also about raising awareness. And that's something people are not understanding. I am 18, and have lost two grandparents to different types of cancer on either side, as well as my own Mum being diagnosed and beating it when I was 10. Yet despite the clear impact the disease has had on my own life, I will be the first to stand up and admit, unless I hear something on the news or on a television programme, I don't give cancer much thought when going about my daily life. Whilst I don't think I, or anyone else, should live in constant fear, I definitely believe we should all be more aware of the disease.

If this campaign makes just one person check themselves for lumps, then it is doing its job. And I know for a fact, millions of women (and men  too) will be thinking about the disease over the next few days. Last night was a typical Wednesday night,  but I am willing to bet between the Facebook friends on my newsfeed alone, over £200 was raised for Cancer Research. So imagine the surge of donations throughout the nation over the last 48 hours. 

We all know society (including, according to my Facebook and Twitter feeds, a lot of men), want us to keep our faces beautiful by whatever means possible. Make up, plastic surgery, lotions, lasers. If your skin is tight and your complexion is blemish free, you will get compliments. But this craze is having the opposite effect. Personally, being the sole laziest human on the planet, I don't always wear make up anyway. I myself bared as a means of supporting the charity rather than a 'Hey look at me, I'm make up free!' But plenty of girls and women, are not as comfortable in their own skin and for them it's an extremely big deal. 

Whilst I don't think these compliments should outshine the main cause, I personally believe anything that raises awareness for cancer and also tackles female insecurity, is something  that should be applauded, not shunned. Very little positivity comes from viral crazes. We've had the planking craze and the photo bombing craze, and only last month teenagers were losing their lives to 'neck and nominate'. So why, when we are finally putting our obsessions to post selfies and constantly communicate to good use, do people feel the need to knock it. The same people who are condemning have no problem with writing ambiguous status' about their bra colour and moving to foreign countries of getting tattoos in support or cancer research. The selfie is obvious, and it's current. And I'd much rather see it used as a means to support a charity than a way to promote the 'duck face'. 

So here's my No Make Up Selfie. And I nominate every single person reading this. 

Ciao for Now!

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16 March 2014

Alice's Weekend Antics

I've been planning to write this post since knowing I was going on a little road trip this weekend. And although it is not quite the post desired, as we ended up only going to one of our destinations (a long story you definitely do not want to hear about).. I thought I'd share some pictures anyway. Because despite every thing, yesterday I spent the day in Bologna and it was really quite the beautiful city. We had planned to go to Verona today, but several reasons stopped this! So instead here is a bit of Bologna. And I'm absolutely heartbroken to say we did not eat bolognese sauce. 

This was taken in Bologna's market. We were trying on endless jackets, dresses, hideous sunglasses and jewellery that will almost definitely turn green! It was absolutely packed which made getting around a bit harder due to our big bags, but we managed to master our way through and I picked up a necklace, a couple of bracelets and a ring for myself. For the first time in my life, I spent the least amount of money!

We later met up with our friends and although this square looks absolutely dead, it was full of students from the university (one kindly took this picture). What we saw of the city was absolutely beautiful and it was so so handy to have people from Bologna to take us around, because we'd probably have been wondering in circles without them- I can vouch for this because later we parted ways, and we really did end up going in circles! 

Just to top off the day, I managed to fall face first en route to the train station, displaying my underwear to the Italian world AND a large group of teenage boys. Who needless to say, laughed hysterically as I got up 'oh so casually' and carried on walking. And so the weekend was not quite what we had planned. But, Bologna was fun none the less. Tonight I have big plans to sit with some kind of delicious carb followed by  a chocolatey treat, on my bed, watching the Lizzie McGuire Movie to remind me this is what dreams are made of.

Ciao for Now! x

13 March 2014

Life Update: Sugar, Stairs and Security Guards

Over the past couple of weeks, I've been putting in the extra work to get ready for summer. This is something I try to do every year, but always without a doubt fail. As I am allergic to exercise (I like to think) all my emphasis goes into what I put into my mouth. I've been on or tried, a lot of fad diets.. And last year, as some of my friends and family know, I lost a fair bit of weight because I was not putting much into my mouth at all. A crazy fad diet which did work, but made me so grumpy and tired all the time it was hardly worth it.

The truth is, I am never going to be a teeny tiny model size. My dad is 6'3, I have wide hips and I am extremely er... shall we say 'blessed' in the chesty department of life. All the exercise in the world is not going to change my body structure and genes. But after losing even more weight travelling last year, I realised there is no secret. Eat less, exercise more and you will without a doubt lose weight. So this year I am trying something new. There are no under 600 calorie diets in my life, I am not on any Atkins or Cambridge money-making-scheme, instead I am simply eating clean. I'm drinking homemade smoothies and eating salad daily, I'm abandoning fizzy drinks (asides from special occasions..), I've even given up gelato and pizza for lent. And I've not broken it yet! Can I hear a WOOO! (Too soon? Too soon).  I'm not donning my trainers and going for runs because that may just kill me, but I do walk a lot. I choose to not get the bus, if I have a free afternoon I go to Parco Ducale. And it is all, totally working. 

Parco Ducale

In other life factors, I have finally fallen up the stairs. The time was going to come sooner or later, and I'm surprised I lasted this long. Not only did I fall up the stairs for the first time, I actually fell twice within one day. And the second time there were spectators. As a human liability, I am well practiced in the art of 'getting up, laughing it off and trying to look cool', but it's a lot harder to do that when you speak so little Italian.

Speaking of the Italian language, I have also had a run in with a security guard. The event took place at my local supermarket where the security guard always seems to be following me or looking at me. And until the other week I thought I was just being paranoid. Wrong. As I was walking out of the shop I heard a 'Uh, Mi scusi Senora', and turned around to be faced with said terrifying security guard. Immediately I start babbling some awfully put together Italian, about how I'm English and not a thief and a LOT of 'Mi dispiace! Mi dispiace'. To which, he looked at me funny, told me he was from France and asked for my number.

Real smooth Alice.
I just wanted to put this lovely house in the post somewhere!

A further highlight of my life was dropping my brand new, bought that day nail varnish onto the floor at 1am. The bottle smashing on impact and coating my laminate flooring in a lovely green colour. An hour later and I was still scrubbing, freezing to death from the open windows and holding a cloth over my face so as not to be fumed to death by the mixture of nail polish, nail polish remover and stain removing disinfectant. 

I hope everyone else has had a good week! Apologies for the chatty nature of this post, I am all about informality at the mo! 

Ciao for Now! x

7 March 2014

When I Grow Up

In January last year, I had 5 offers to study English Literature in September 2013. I'd confirmed one, turned down the rest, and my life was pretty much set for the next 3 years. Except, I was unhappy (lightest use of the word ever). I felt like I wasn't ready for Uni, I spent all my time on websites looking up 'gap year' plans, and I signed up to various sites for Au pairs. Every time I'd mention it to my family, I would be shouted down. People didn't understand. Surely, you've had years to think of this, to think of what you want to do. Why is this so difficult? Go to university or get a job. Simple. No either or. These are just some of the things I heard when I bought up how unsure I was of my future.

We spend our lives being told we cannot do this or that, being told we're not 'ready' for the real world, to focus on the here and now. Do your homework, don't do drugs, eat your greens. And then suddenly you are 18, and you're being told you have to decide whether you want to go to University or get a job. Stay in your town or travel the world. Suddenly, everything which seemed so far away is the here and now. And you have 9 months to make this life-altering choice. Everyone has been telling you to live whilst you're young, but now that way of life is not okay anymore. You need to take responsibility.

My 18th- The Day I Became an Adult (featuring the gorgeous Evie)
Unfortunately, our education system can be a little bit crap in terms of preparation for the outside world. There are things we do learn which at the time make you sweat puddles of stress into your text book, and most of those, after one exam, you will never think of again. Then, there are the bits they won't even begin to teach you in school. These are the things that slap you across the face when you're holding your A Level results in your bedroom surrounded by Beanie Babies and posters of Zac Efron. How to pay your taxes. How to write a cover letter (what even is a cover letter). How to walk away from that guy at the bar who just won't leave you alone...

But thanks for the lessons in trigonometry.

So how are we meant to make our life choices, when we've never been taught anything about life? I'd never  been in a situation where I'd had a gut instinct so opposing to what the rest of the world wanted me to do. In secret I pulled out of the University process, I knew 100% I wanted to be an Au pair, and I found a host family. All without telling my parents, and it was the best life choice I've ever made. There was nothing they could do, and after a bit of 'coming round' time, they gave me their full support.

Leaving England for 8months at 3am
I guess the point of this not-so-little ramble post (back to rambling Alice), is to go with your instincts. And remember it is your life. People can advise and dictate and moan and groan, but essentially, you are in control of your own decisions. If you want to be a rocket scientist, be a rocket scientist. If you want to be a Kim K tribute act, then you go girl. Albert Einstein said (that's right, I'm the kinda girl who can quote Einstein): 

'Everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its life believing it is stupid.' 

knew last year, I wasn't ready for university. And this year thinking about how happy I am now and just how awful I felt back then, only confirms it all for me. If you're not happy, if you don't know where you're going in life, if you don't want to follow the hoards and get into thousands of pounds worth of debt, then do your own thing. Because I did, and I know I'm exactly where I should be right now.

Ciao for Now! x


4 March 2014

Pancake Day

For those of you who aren't from the UK, pancake day may sound a little bit nutty. It is, essentially, a day dedicated to making and eating pancakes. And although it is traditionally a Christian holiday followed by 40 days of giving something up (known as lent), a lot of us have forgotten the history to it and instead we see it as an excuse to gorge ourselves on pancakes coated in anything yummy.

It was an absolute delight for me to introduce pancakes into my Italian host family's household. As they had never heard of it, much less celebrated the day. After picking Edoardo up from school, we headed to the local supermarket, and irrationally chose as much as we could afford to coat our pancakes in, jam, lemon, sugar, nutella, whippy cream, you name it. It was in our basket. 

 I chose to stick to the traditional British lemon and sugar, something poor Edoardo could not understand (why choose something so boring when there's so many delicious toppings????). And for the next 40 days, I am attempting to give up chocolate. Which I assume I'll break within 40 minutes, let alone 40 days. But the intention is there none the less! 

I hope you've all had wonderful pancake day's and have found yourself in a pancake induced coma. 

Ciao for now! 

2 March 2014

What's In Your Make Up Bag?

A couple of weeks ago, when I'd just posted my brand new email for people to contact me on, I had a request for a 'What's in your make up bag' post. At the time, I decided the whole shabang wasn't really for me. I am definitely more of a lifestyle blogger than a beauty one, and in all honesty I know very little about beauty and make up. But since then, I've had more and more requests to write this post. And although I have absolutely no idea why it's so popular, especially for a human like me who takes their make up off as soon as they get in, I thought I would give it a crack. 

This is a somewhat condensed version of a make up bag, because my real one is absolutely ginormous and I barely use half the stuff in it. So instead this is more of an 'essentials' post, as I know we all have busy lives and things to do (well, you probably do). I also want to point out that if you know me in real life, particularly if you're my mother, you may want to have a little sit down to read this. Some of the items are a little pricey for a gap year student with next-to-no money, so at least the question of 'How can your wages be gone already' will been answered.


Set of 5 'EcoTool' brushes: £19.99
Ecotool large powder brush: £9.99
Superdrug own bronzing brush: £4.99


L'Oreal Paris True Match foundation in Vanille: £9.99
Max Factor creme puff in Translucent: £5.99
Natural Collection pressed powder in Cool: £1.99
*Not in the picture, I also use Natural Collection Concealer in Fair: £1.99
and Boujois Paris Flower Perfection Primer: £8.99


Number 7 Perfectly Bronzed Dual Bronzer: £12.00
Number 7 Perfectly Bronzed Mosaic Bronzer: £12.00
L'Oreal Paris Le Blush in Rosewood: £9.99
Une Healthy Glow Enhancer by Boujois: £5.99


L'Oreal Volume Million Lashes: £10.99
Max Factor Masterpiece Mascara: £9.99
Max Factor False Lash Effect: £10.99
Maybelline New York Rocket Volume Express: £7.99
MUA (only at Superdrug) Gel Liner: £1.00
MUA (only at Superdrug) pencil eyeliner: £1.00

Eye Shadow

Estee Lauder Eye Shadow Palette in Surreal Skies: £36.00 (I know)!
Boujois Paris Glimmering Shine: £5.99
Maybelline New York Colour Tattoo Eye Studio in On and On Bronze: £4.99
*The black, grey and white pallet is so old I can't remember where it's from


Rimmel London Coral Garden Lipstick: £6.49
Rimmel London Diva Red Lipstick: £6.49
MUA Matte Lipstick in Scarlet Siren: £1.00
Seventeen Lip Lustre Lipgloss in Ice Maiden: £3.99
Avon Perfect Kiss Lipgloss in Boldly Red: £7.00
Max Factor Top Coat: £2.99
Carmex Lip Balm: £1.99 

I like how at the beginning of this post I said 'condensed version' and then proceeded to show you all the whole contents of my bag. Ah well, I can't be helped. I'm sorry if this isn't your thing or if you're a fella and all about my witty humor. This week I've been feeling a little homesick, probably because my host family were away so I had a lot of time to think about things. Rest assured though, I am very happy here, and next week I will bring you my usual 'Opinions and Ramblings' as per. But sometimes it's nice to throw a few things into the mix. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it! 

Ciao for Now! x


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