Caring for my hair

Turns out I was too impatient to wait for another shopping excursion. 

I just compared prices at a few online retailers and got a few deals. 

I'm going back on my trusty Perfectil supplements for three months, having taken advantage of the three for two offer. 

It just seems to give me the ultimate skin/hair/nails boost.

I haven't taken it in a while because the price tag discourages me but the blend of ingredients finally persuaded me back. 

Biotin, Iron and a whole host of wholesome vitamins. I've tried other brands but they don't seem to produce any results whereas Perfectil consistently does. 

I've also bought the Alberto Baslsam conditioner, plus the Herbal Essence Argan oil and their Passionfruit type. 

It should smell wonderful. (Let's hope it also nourishes my hair and scalp). Either way I'll let you know. 

I need good scents when I'm washing it just lifts my mood and wakes me up so instead of feeling my usual tiredness, I feel diva-esque ;)

The only other thing I bought was a standard cheap lip balm and oh yea the L'Oréal Fine Flowers face wash.

The postie is going to have his hands full this week, assuming it arrives. 

When I was trying to grow my hair and nothing worked. 

A product by Lee Stafford called Hair Growth Treatment For Hair That Never Grows Past A Certain Length surprisingly worked. 

Out of the whole range, I only tried the mask because its a waste of money to invest and then find out it contains no benefits. 

It did the trick for me so I just moved on to other products.

I only wash my hair once a week, although it gets greasy within a day or so, frequent washing isn't recommended. 

Sometimes I'll spritz the leave in conditioner and other times I'll just leave it. I used to hate getting my hair cut every few months. 

The stylist always chopped too much off and tried to persuade me to get a shorter do but the more mature I became I realised that in order to stay healthy, I needed a regular trim.

Nowadays about once a month I will generously cut about two inches off until I can feel the hair is a little thicker and less dry. 

I'm really not sure about the hair masks anymore as they don't seem to wash out properly. 

I prefer a fast acting product that I don't need to spend all my time soaking and then washing out.

I've tried hair mayonaise. A nightmare to wash out and didn't provide me with great results. 

I can't remember why I used to put olive oil in my hair, probably read about the effects on combating my dry scalp. 

Super messy and no difference to me also.

Lastly this might sound peculiar but I stopped using a comb and brush. 

I found that especially with harsh knots a chunk of my hair was coming out but if I just gently untangle it with my hands there is minimal loss.

Hairy legs

That's what I used to get called at school by the boys as our uniform was a shirt/skirt and I wasn't allowed to shave yet. No amount of begging my case did any good so in the end I shrugged and accepted it.

I'm currently rocking two short pigtails either side. Actually truth be told. I can't carry it off so perhaps *rocking* is the wrong word :D 

Other adults can look sweet wearing short ponytails but I don't. However my hair is so short that it won't keep in a standard ponytail. 

Bits just keep getting loose and it looks messy. I don't know what I'm going to do with it tomorrow aside from set it in curlers and hope for the best.

During this lock down and just between you and me. Our lil secret. I haven't epilated my legs at all until today. The only reason I did it was because I'm going for a pedicure/eyebrow shape tomorrow and for once I would like to look smooth. 

I mean I didn't go over every single little hair but my legs do feel soft. I used to look at them thinking meh, noone can see them. However I forgot how feminine it makes me feel to have them hairless (mostly).

Here the weather isn't the best so if it's raining, I shall forgo it. Although I'm running low on contact lens supplies. I haven't even picked up my spare glasses plus I'm sick of the limit on brands online. I miss browsing in stores. 

Usually my acne scars are long gone by now, if that's what they were but these are lingering. It looks like someone tattooed the sides of my eyes with teardrops. Very peculiar shape. 

I'm going to try out some different conditioners and hope it hydrates my scalp. The Pantene is too thick for my liking. I need something thin but moisturising. 

In not keen on the Alberto Balsam range but it's readily available so I'll try their conditioner first. 

I was touch and go about the second season of this Turkish drama with the English subtitles I'm watching called Ramo as some of my fondest characters (Boz, Fatos) have departed and there was an intriguing love triangle present. Although that got quashed as the actors had to be written out. 

At first I wanted them replaced but then it would not have been the same so it's probably for the best they've been killed off. 

I got into it by loading up YouTube and randomly watching trailers. I watched a few Turkish films. Somebody also uploaded the whole box set of this Mexican drama Rubi. 

Hated the end but totally addicted to it. She was a spoilt conceited brat craving the finer things in life and hopelessly drawn to a poor newly appointed Doctor who was equally smitten but perplexed by her shallowness. 

I can understand wanting to be comfortable financially but personally if its a choice between a friend's (that I'm jealous of) wealthy powerful boyfriend and his single best friend who is penniless now but soon to be profitable and full of notoriety. I would pick the latter :D

I didn't realise how much I missed wearing makeup, especially lip gloss. Today as I was getting ready I was on autopilot. I wore a red flowy top and black trousers. 

I didn't have much time to style my hair so I just did a half up do and tied a second bobble at the bottom to keep the hair neat and then attached my hairband and clipped it in place with bobby pins.

Even though the beautician wipes off my makeup during the eyebrow shape, I just can't help applying it. I typically opt for a really dark mauve eyeshadow and sometimes sweep an arch in a lighter purple/pink shade. 

I had already applied my foundation and all that was left was my lippy. I put on the lip gloss and then remembered I would be wearing a frigging face mask, so promptly wiped it off with a sad pout.

I got my saline and found out there is a problem collecting my glasses. The beautful red shade I picked out is apparently too large and unsuitable so I have to make another appointment and pick out another variety, Ugh! I really liked that one. That will have to wait.

I'm not sure why my back had begun to stiffen up but I could barely straighten up. I was so sleepy that during my yawns I was automatically putting my hand over my mouth even though I'm wearing a suffocating mask. 

Breathing is definitely a challenge and I felt a little dizzy but it wasn't for long so I can bear it.

I mistakenly thought I was doing an alright job on maintaining the shape of my brows but oh my goodness. When she finished up, I was astounded. 

Damn I looked good. I had two brows, instead of one and they were perfection. They looked so good. Slight cringe at walking around for months with them looking atrocious but meh..

Next was the fabulous pedicure. Wow the place was empty and I suspect this was the reason for the VIP non rushed treatment, not that it is a poor experience usually but today was truly spectacular. 

Two leg massages, one with cream and another with a scrub. (Giggling) At times you are lucky to get one, let alone two! She really took her time with my tootsies and if you are wondering on the shade? Sorry it was just clear.

I'm really not into nail polish these days. My nails keep chipping anyway. I just like a natural look. Food wise I was craving some desert that my family always purchases so I enjoyed that coupled with a chicken salad panini. Yum.

I'm getting the rest of my beauty supplies another day as the tiredness took over. I need to give myself a massage with my cushion to loosen my muscles. 

I woke up at about five-ish and couldn't get back to sleep. I made the mistake of agreeing to update my laptop during the day and it took two hours, so I just napped and revived myself. 

If you are curious about the cost for the eyebrow shape and pedicure it was £31. The eyebrows are five or six pounds. I forget which.

I can't stop smiling. Go and get pampered. It will melt your troubles away and you will feel utterly rejuvenated :)

Look after yourself (fiction)

I set up the flickering interchanging colourful battery operated candles on the table and switch off the lights letting the glow and heat from the crackling fire warm the room. 

I press play and soft music fills the area from the speakers and then I pour you a special crushed ice fruity berry mocktail filled with a blend of strawberries, blueberries, blackberries and raspberries.

I gently open the clip on your hair and tell you to shake your head free to prepare for the scalp massage. 

I lightly comb my hands through your strands bringing them back towards me and then bring your hair upwards away from the back of your neck and softly grip your hair underneath sliding my hands towards me a few times.

Then I move to the top of your scalp. I drive my finger deep in your hair and using my fingertips I massage your head in small circles. 

I rotate from the front and then the sides, trying to steer clear of your sensitive tingly ears. 

I whisper to move your head forward so that I can immerse my hands completely into your scalp and proceed making small circular motions all over.

I mildly comb through your strands again, making sure there are no knots and luckily there are none present. 

I tell you to tilt your head back up and gathering hair from your sides I start to french braid your hair. 

I take my time and repeat gathering wisps of hair from your sides, tracing my fingers along because you find it so soothing. 

Afterwards I secure it with a purple bobble and lastly to finish off I put a hairband on you so that the tufts of your hair won't be in the way.

When I was younger I loved having my hair softly played with because it was so long and thick. 

It took a lot of maintenance. I could never style my hair, the way others could, so it was a real treat to let someone take over.

I squirt some pomegranate oil free moisturiser on the tips of my fingers and dot your forehead, nose, cheeks, chin and neck. 

Using the tips of my fingers I massage it in with precise but faint movements.

I wait a few minutes and then I squirt a little blueberry gel face wash into my hands and mix it with warm water until it forms a creamy lather. 

I then start with your forehead and massage it into your skin in circular motions. 

Slipping down to the sides of your face, I split my hands and massage your cheeks and nose and then dipping down to your chin and neck areas. I continue to use light feathery touches.

 

I leave that for a few moments and squeeze the strawberry mud mask on the firm bristle head of the face brush that I have just soaked in warm water. 

I tell you to close your eyes because I don't want any accidental irritation. I start with your forehead once more and press with medium force to intensely penetrate your skin. 

The room fills with the scent of fresh strawberries. It doesn't hurt and yet it has more reach than wipes. 

I did a comparison test, removing makeup with wipes and then with my brush and so much more makeup was removed with the brush and I thought my face was already cleansed but evidently not.

I move the brush down the left side of your face to the side of your eye and continue rolling it around, lingering in each area for about a minute. 

I move to your cheek and then work along your jawline. I let it dip to your neck and make sure it is completely coated and then I switch sides and finish up on your right side. 

Rotating it along the jawline and up the chin and then up to your nose and cheek and ending at the side of your right eye.

I smile and tell you it's perfectly safe to open your eyes again. 

I leave the concoction setting for five minutes and while I wait, I rinse the brush head and leave it to dry overnight. 

I bring a bowl of warm water with me and dab the soft bamboo face cloth into it, carefully wringing the excess afterwards.

Using the cloth I wipe away the mask and face wash from your face, gliding the cloth around until all traces are removed. 

I then take a fresh flannel and delicately pat your face dry. 

I pour a few drops of the miscellar water toner on a face wipe and apply it all over your face and neck using sweeping motions. 

Your scalp massage, hairdo and facial is now complete. I hope you adored it as much as I did. 

It's made me really sleepy all this selflessness :D

Sweet dreams 

 

Zzzzz

My brown skin, beauty or curse?

Growing up I never wished to be caucasian, I just wanted to get treated as fairly and respected as they were.

It's too personally identifying to name which country my folks were born in before emigrating to England but safe to say it was an Island.

I was born here so I really have known no different. The only time I visited my parents homeland was when I was three years old and I don't recall anything about it. 

When starting school both my parents were adamant that I never claim to be from where they were born. I was only supposed to explain I was British. 

I still don't know to this day if they told me that to acclimatise me and avoid seeming different but it caused an early identity crisis. 

Even though I was born in the United Kingdom, to save time from all the avid curiosity, I would have preferred stating I was British - (Censored). At least that would have covered all the bases. 

I maybe British but I don't fit into the typical mould. Someone tactfully put it as I'm a brown skinned other.. 

Nobody cared where I was from. Their sole concern was incorrectly assuming my ethnicity. 

Brown skin is open to interpretation but it is tedious correcting people over and over and it makes me roll my eyes when asked if I'm sure? Of course I'm bloody sure about my own background!!

Luckily I was able to attend schools where it was a great mixture of cultures. School was really never the problem but outside was a different story. 

I was attacked. My hair pulled, shoved and racially abused albeit with the wrong racial taunts. I had small stones thrown at me while walking home, minding my own business.

Stuck on a train, there were a group of youths screaming insults and I was petrified an altercation was imminent. 

The common theme bar one time was that onlookers stared and did absolutely nothing to assist or stop the violence. I had to avoid using a certain pathway to prevent the attacks and the last time it happened, some guy stepped in. 

The bag of food i was carrying got dropped and trampled on and my carefree mood was ruined as fear replaced it. The kind stranger picked it up, handed it to me and chased them screaming. All I wanted was a hug to reassure me I was safe. I nervously rushed home in case they returned.

The last thing that happened I don't especially know if it was a racial thing or not but years ago not to long after I moved in, some pet owner repeatedly let their dog do its business to the side of my front door.

I keep myself to myself. I don't know why I attracted this level of behaviour. Even in certain pubs, I will only feel comfortable if I can see non caucasians milling around.

Aside from being repeatedly targeted. I enjoy being different. Side note. I hate the expression tanned skin colour. It makes me think of a temporary shade. 

I was born with chocolate caramel skin. It's not fading away. People envied my skin colour and my race was different to the standard background of others. 

Another thing that bugs me is as soon as men hear the country of my parents origin. Suddenly I'm exotic. I'm full of exquisite beauty, curves and uniqueness. 

*Eye roll* Give me a break! I quickly point out that my parents are the exotic ones, not me but by that time they are too busy drooling to listen to reason.

I am not the epitome of lusciousness. I am just cute. I mean cute I can get away with. I love the accents, the music, the food and the traditions of my family.

I just abhorred the racism. I should have felt normal walking down the street, entering pubs or opening doors but instead I was gripped by anxiety. 

How was that an acceptable part of my life??? 

Religious by force

My parents didn't grow up religious but they weren't atheists either. They just tried to be good people and do the right thing. 

My grandmother however exerted enormous influence over her daughter, my mother even from abroad. 

She was a Seventh Day Adventist Christian and embraced it so much that she excessively hinted my mother should get into also.

I think I was about 11 or 12 years old at that time and suddenly we were attending Church services and had all these rules foisted upon us. 

From Friday sunset to Saturday sunset we couldn't do anything non religious. No work, just rest and contemplation. 

No watching one of my favourite shows The Real McCoy Sketch Show and fitting in with friends at school who were hysterically laughing at the black and asian skits. 

It aired on Friday nights so I would put the television in my room on low and hope to get away with it. I never did though and I was so bored, not being permitted to hang out with non Christian friends.

No drinking alcohol, which wasn't a problem at that age, although I had drunk babycham before thinking it was non alcoholic. 

Sighs, the naivete of youth. No drugs or sex before marriage. Every sin commited resulted in going to hell.

Girls weren't permitted to wear trousers or dress immodestly (but women were). Strange rule that I hated, especially in winter. 

In fact our first winter, we all dressed casually and layered up and we were the only ones. Everyone else was dressed smartly yet inefficiently, freezing themselves to death.

My mother was mortified. I however was toasty and embarrassment faded soon after. To be honest most people drove to Church in warm cars and we walked so she justified it that way. 

No eating pork and only fish with scales are allowed as they are cleaner than other animals. I really missed pork sausage rolls until I found the vegetarian alternative and never looked back. 

Non secular music was also difficult to give up during sabbath as it helped me to relax.

When I got into my teenage years, I really began to question some of the principles. "Turn the other cheek" for example. 

My cousins especially having a bitter feeling of superiority over me, used to taunt me mercilessly and tear me down but instead of being able to ignore them or fight back and defend myself. 

I was constantly badgered/berated for not instantly forgiving them and allowing them to continue making me feel like garbage.

I also couldn't get past the bad things happening to good people. I was a decent person. Not perfect but respectful and honest and yet my life was hell. 

Critiqued and threatened constantly by most people I came into contact with.

Even my thoughts weren't my own, as my mother read my personal pink diary and yelled at me for swearing and being derogatory towards my brother, the thief and "angel who could do no wrong." Yea right, more like the devil incarnate.

I felt my personal growth was stunted. I had no outlet. No way to convey how I felt inside. I was just some girl with a bullseye on my back.

Why was the experimentation of youth so forbidden? Everything fun seemed to be banned and living began to seem pointless because everything normal was deemed shameful. 

When I confronted my mother, she said when I turned eighteen. I could make my own decisions about attending services and how I lived my life.

There was even a rule about not wearing jewellery or makeup. For a girl growing up and becoming a woman, it was very limiting. 

I did have Church friends and enjoyed the social groups but I found them one dimensional. Not great for regular activities or discussing anything deep or meaningful. 

My silenced mind was beginning to break through. I had some much older friends who tried to guide me and coax me to open up as I had turned inwards and shut down and when I finally did. 

They abandoned me and left me more isolated than before. I turned judgemental and non religious true friends stopped feeling comfortable opening up to me.

I didn't even notice the transformation until my friends explained it to me. I didn't like the person I had turned into. 

My mother finds peace in religion and her faith. Call it comfort in a strange world. I do want that for her but I'm not happy about her obligations. 

An elderly woman mass cooking and feeling compelled to attend services, to not let friends down, even though she is tired, overworked and stressed but it makes her fulfilled so I bite my tongue.

The one thing I find hypocritical is now she is lapse about the non religious activities during sabbath and when I was younger, she was incredibly strict but suddenly now it's fine to break the rules. Hmm.

When I hit eighteen, I only attended Church a handful of times. I was fed up of being told everything I did was sinful and wrong and that I would end up in hell. 

I was done with "friends" claiming to care and then ignoring me at my most critical points. 

I wanted to be my own person and discover who I was. I became a lot happier from that point on. Religion is for adults that are capable of understanding it and forming an opinion.

Morals are for children. You can still teach kids to grow up in the right way and make the right choices, without forcing religion on them. 

Why should kids be screamed at and punished for playing. They are youngsters, that's what they do. Of course they don't want to sit still or be lectured at.

About me and my blog (100th post)

In my introduction I stated I was going to be purposely vague about my personal details and I still aim to do that. However now that I feel more established and comfortable. 

I'm considering sharing a little more. Things you know about me from reading my blog. I'm female and in my forties. I live alone. I'm single with no kids. I have one parent alive. 

I live in the United Kingdom. I have suffered from intense health conditions since I was a teenager. I also experience ptsd, panic attacks and periods of time where my mood is not ideal.

I am a loner with a very small social circle. I have trust issues but once true friendship is built, I am loyal and loving. I grew up in a very hostile and disrespectful household. 

I have struggled with weight issues all my life. I don't date due to numerous reasons including health/trust/past history issues. 

I've drafted two fiction books on wattpad. The first is drawing to a close and is about a mystery woman and I see it as an action/comedy/romance. 

Well I'm not sure if it is amusing but it makes me smile. The second only has one chapter and is about an independent woman struggling to commit to a man that adores her but has not fully disclosed all aspects of his life to her.

My favourite foods are pasta and toasties. I can't cook lavishly and keep it simple in the kitchen and prefer snacks as meals anyway. Dessert wise I am partial to jam and cream doughnuts.

I'm currently watching General Hospital, Muppets Now and have just discovered an old show called Little Mosque on The Prairie which is cute. 

The new season of Lucifer is here but I can't seem to get into it. I wonder if his character was always meant to be played so campily? 

Also L.A Finest has a new season and I couldn't get past the first few minutes. I finally realised what was missing from the show. 

The comradery is lacking. I don't care about the characters or how they interact and so I am completed unmoved by it.

I love writing whether it is penpalling, fiction or blogging. I love music and always listen to it in the background. I love asmr and have playlists tailored to my mood.

I got into blogging to express myself and find it to be my best platform. I have written happy, sad, angry and silly posts but my favourite are my ranty posts. 

These make me chuckle after the anger fades just by rereading and editing them because all the emotion is gone and I feel satisfied with my post.

I have penned quite a few emotional posts with fatal conclusions because that was my state of mind at the time. I was going through something which I couldn't see any future sprouting from. 

At the time writing was the last thing on my mind and I couldn't form any words so had to wait until I was in a better place so I had the clarity to get it out.

It was deeply personal and not something I could share with people I knew so this was a healthy outlet and something I always wanted to purge from my insides. 

It lingered in the back of my mind for too long and I was so proud of how it came out.

I'm not technical so I have had to change the theme quite a few times so that everything displays correctly and looks pleasing to the eye but I am not completely happy so from time to time I will still change it up.

I avoided linking to my blog through social media because I wanted to stay obscure but recently I took the plunge and set up a new twitter account with a link to my wattpad story and this site and although it was a big step for me. 

I have seen a small increase in traffic and I can just put any small details I need to on twitter inbetween publishing posts.

Just out of interest these are my most read posts :-

 https://sleeplessscribbler.blogspot.com/2017/02/welcome-to-my-colourful-world.html

 https://sleeplessscribbler.blogspot.com/2017/02/defunct-mood.html

 https://sleeplessscribbler.blogspot.com/2017/02/dear-bully.html

https://sleeplessscribbler.blogspot.com/2020/07/i-hate-word-diet.html 


Anything else you are curious about, just ask.. 

I forgot to mention more on why this blog lacks photography and will probably never include it.

My eyesight is very poor. I'm extremely short sighted with a high prescription. Not only does my hand shake when trying to take pictures but when I finally manage it, to me they look good but uploaded to my laptop they are unclear and slightly blurred. 

This is why I want a stunning theme. It will add overall beauty, charm and warmth from the onset for faithful and new readers alike.  

I assume most people flock to the blogs with vivid imagery but I'm not a fan myself. Too slow to load.

I'm going to think positively that although it may look bland to some, the intriguing content will draw people in and keep them. 

Amateur essential oil enthusiast

I'm having another beauty weekend and feeling like I need a little tlc. Although I just finished my period and it was mild. Few cramps, slight nausea. Even the cravings weren't too bad. I snacked a lot while I was away so I'm cutting back now I am back home.

My cough is getting better day by day and it got me thinking about home remedies. I was so naive when I got my diffuser years ago, thinking it was going to blow hot mist and that fragrance oils were the same as essential oils. They most certainly are not. Only essential oils give you the benefits, fragrance I should have known are just pleasant artificial scents and that is their sole purpose.

I had different needs and did some reading about the benefits and bought a variety of each with some lovely discounts on Ebay and Amazon. Nowadays I tend to only use the peppermint for preventing wasps. Although I am experimenting with the strongly scented cedarwood for my dry itchy scalp. The lemon I sprinkle on my pillow to help with the cough and it is working wonders.

My face became extremely dry and  I have some mystery scars so I have gone back to using a moisturiser and my faithful cheap face brush. My skin is soft and glowing and it looks as though I have had an expensive deep cleansing facial but it is not completely smooth yet so I will continue on until it is.

I have not tried some of these methods yet but apparently pettigram/cedarwood or bergamot helps you to sleep. Individually that is, not blended all together. 

Clary sage is supposed to help with mood swings and geranium and cypress help with pmt. I have tried them out and sometimes it works and other times it doesn't.

If you are buying oils online, make sure to read the reviews as I have purchased diluted oils with poor strength so now I buy only from suppliers I have used before with excellent results.

Post celebrations

This heatwave is so much more bearable with a fan that lasts all night. The cheap ones I bought are ok but poor quality and conk out within a few hours. 

I feel like I'm getting roughly five hours of sleep each night, give or take, which is not nearly enough for my fragile body.

I decided to get up early today though as tomorrow I'll be packing to go away. I've been avoiding grazing for the past couple of weeks as every July/August I tend to be away and usually feel like embracing my sweet tooth cravings.

I'm down to my last drink and both the fridge and freezer are nearly empty. I was tempted to order something just for the drinks alone but I don't want to get back into unhealthy habits and would rather finish the contents of my fridge drinking a sickly sweet drink from Iceland.

I didn't even buy a cake which is always my birthday present to myself. I don't care about gifts but cake is a necessity however when I'm away I can see myself having a moist sponge cake.

I'm still avoiding going out as masks are mandatory now on buses and my ear allergy is going to flare up painfully wearing that and I won't be able to rip it off like I usually have to do with my glasses. 

Luckily I got to test out the mask and it wasn't as bad as I envisioned. No pain but a little stifling.

The reason I haven't posted for some time and may or may not post while I'm away is because I am more inspired than ever to write and finish book number one. 

Now that I have completed the cover and more or less know where I'm going with it. I don't think it will be long now, although I've said that before.

Excessive noise is driving me barmy due to motorbike revving and car horns/alarms beeping all night. Also the rapid weather changes have me cradling and then throwing off the covers, with the fan giving me a chill. 

I've now developed a bad cough that will not go away despite medicine and binaural beats videos.

The person I'm staying with is driving me crazy calling me corona-infectious. I got my own back by stating they gave it to me as I was healthy prior to visiting. 

I don't have a fever or loss of taste/smell so I think I'm fine just exceptionally cranky and cannot wait until next week when I'll be back to my own peaceful home.

Unfortunately it didn't turn out to be the relaxing break I envisioned and there is no silence wherein I could write or think so this may be the only post I write, although there is another in my drafts.

Staring out a blank new chapter page kills me but if I start it off and then go to sleep it is so much easier to carry on. Twenty eight chapters done and a few left should cover it nicely.

How do I then tell friends and family that it's finally complete? I'm not sure if non registered people can read Wattpad stories but I think they can. 

It was worth the sacrifice that I made of talking less and abstaining from more relaxing activities. I did really miss writing when I wasn't doing it and it fulfils me and to an extent heals me.

I'm so glad to be back home and have been trying out a new leave in conditioner and comparing it to my Cameleo kind, This Osmo dual action miracle repair is also supposed to be weightless but it isn't. 

I bought it from Justmylook.com which was a frustrating experience as Royal Mail wrote to say it was problematic and being recalled to the sender which I have never experienced before so I wasn't sure what was going on, until the customer service replied and said it was a mistake and would be arriving shortly. 

Not a positive first impression. However free delivery and a significant discount softened the blow. I like to use leave in conditioners on my dry and wet hair for a spruce up but because the Osmo is heavy, it makes already oily hair even more greasy. On my dry hair it gave a little volume and hydration but again not nearly enough.