Having your own space and the money (sometimes a whole dollar to your name!) to decorate is possibly one of the best reasons being a grown-up is awesome. When you’re an adult with your own space, money and a big fan of something, you have plenty of design ideas to show your love to your favourite sports team, show or movie. A lot of the time, though, you’re living with someone else or just want to have a more grown up look.
Despite there are loads upon loads of examples for kid’s rooms, it isn’t impossible to put together a grown-up area.
To help you along, I’ve come up with some handy hints to help you get started!
If there’s one thing that having an autoimmune and an inflammatory disease has taught me is that eating and drinking the right things is a pain in the ass. Royally. I can’t sugar-coat it in any way- I can’t put any sugar on it at all because it’s horrible for us (get it? Boom tsss.).
Terrible puns aside, I do try to get at least one juice in a day. Of course that goal doesn’t happen most days, but having one does get me mentally and physically back on track with what I want my health goals to be.
Before I tell you the components of this juice, I want to tell you it’s completely customisable and the ingredients I use these ingredients because they have great properties that help promote a healthy tum, low on sugar, anti-inflammatory but actually tasted great. No, I don’t want bloody beetroot juice in my drink, I can’t eat celery and for the love of all things holy, get it away from me.
As some of you know, I’ve been making my own line of lip products on and off for a few years now. Perfectionism is checking every little detail is put into each lipstick, while I’m making sure I stick to my nonexistent budget and the most cost effective price I want to sell them at.
Aside from all the endless shades you can create and the reward that comes with making your own cosmetics, there’s some things that I’ve noticed many DIY sites don’t tell you about this whole adventure.
Good thing I’m here!.. Lets start, shall we?
I got the greaseball jackpot in life. My dad’s hair is the black sheep to his Scottish roots (haha, pun!) while the Mediterranean background from my mum’s side means my sister and I had no chance at normal sebum production.