There’s something strange but really fun about peeking into other people’s bags. Some are packed with receipts and old to-do lists (The Evil Assistant), other’s are organised to the nines (my grandma), some are so damn huge yet only house sunglasses and a wallet.
While I don’t just go snooping in other people’s bags, I do like “What’s in my bag” posts, although most of the time they’re just the usual crap in there. That’s why I decided to make the first Inside My Bag one that can be helpful to any modern performer, not just actors.
Some things are pretty obvious while some are overlooked and can be a lifesaver when you’re running to an audition. I’ve kept this list pretty unisex, however, if you think there’s something missing (mascara etc) that you always want to have, remember to put it in your little tool bag or whatever you want to house everything in your car.
As I typed the title of this inevitable swearing rantfest, I could feel any male readers I had just flung their computer out from in front of their face. Yep, it’s a period post. Tough. If you stay, though, I’m sure you’ll love how much my body likes putting me through.
Now, you are catching me at my worst with no filter, so I’m warning you now that below is some Sweary McSwearpants content.
Some, she says.
This post was going to be done at the start of November last year to coincide with Northern Hemisphere winter and the Summer scrubs post for us Southern Hemisphere folk, buuut it didn’t happen and now we’re here. I think it’ll be good to post now as summer here SHOULD be dying down soon and winter for the northern bunnies should eventually end. Yep, it’s March and all of us have unprecedented, fucked up weather.
Enough of that, let’s all cuddle because there’s nothing like wrapping up in winter, right? What’s even better is wrapping up and not feeling like an itching snake (no offence to the snakes reading this). Or having such dry skin your dead skin clings to sheets and clothing. Yum-yum. So let’s get our favourite tea, snort the last of the pumpkin spice we have up, stop the jibber-jabber and get onto some of my favourite face and body moisturisers for winter.
Beauty can be an annoying word. It’s a word that means well. Yet with so many ways to achieve this elusive creature; through thousands of products and millions of videos claiming to know what you must do and what you shouldn’t do, it can be really confusing. While beauty has no rules and no certain way to look, you might hear someone say “Makeup has no rules! Skincare has no rules!” which… well, it kind of does. There might not be ‘rules’, buuuuut-
Barbossa definitely gets it.
Trust me, though, Captain Barbossa and I are only here to help you through the Wonderland (and sometimes, Wonderhell) that is modern beauty. I should just disclaim that sometimes I might go on a rant about a ‘trend’ I have seen through my professional or personal life, but it is never a reflection on you, or someone you know that might do these things. You’re not an idiot or a loser. We’re all friends around here! Just think of me as your grumpy fairy godmother.
Last August I penned a Before 30 List for myself which had the mini-goals I wanted to achieve before turning 30. Well, this weekend I turned 30. I thought I’d be shit-scared, have a nice 30-year-mark-mental-breakdown, but so far I’m… pretty okay.
Does anyone else tense up when someone recommends something for you to watch, only to have them think you must be Amish if you haven’t or don’t watch it? I’m usually tense when people are talking anyway (I’m the life of every party I’m not invited to) but movies and tv shows are always a topic I feel a bit more comfortable talking to strangers about. However when people ask me “You watch Game of Thrones, right?” (it’s never a “Do you?”) and my surprising answer of “*barely held in sigh* No.” escapes my lips, I’m always treated to a 20-minute shock “Oh my God, you DON’T????” rant followed by a 20-hour long essay why I should.
I’m not going to do that to you. Instead, I will try my darnedest to let you know in written detail (including Michael Jackson yodelling) why I recommend these shows, what I love about them and maybe who might like them that little bit more.