The Secret Diary of a Cake Girl...

I'm back bitches!

2011-12-06T17:28:00.000Z

Why hello!

Well I've been slack on the old blogeroo. We all know that I've had a large bundle of pooey nappies to deal with, sleepless nights and all that jazz. But I'm ready to blog again! Yay! I've missed you so much. My sexy little beast.

So, I thought I'd fill you in on what's to be expected. I will be writing about pregnancy, labour, birth, breastfeeding, fat, stretch marks, tears, highs and lows, and my top fave products thus far.

Here's a little pic to keep you smiling until then...

Glad to be back! xxx

Three weeks to go...

2011-08-18T11:09:00.000+01:00

... Wow. Where the hell has the last 10 months gone?

It's quite something to think this time last year, I was in a stressful job working all hours of the day to get a TV channel launched, smoking (vogue menthols.... nom), about to purchase an amazing house, and the OH had just finished his theatre play tour around the UK. It was an exciting time, and if anyone said to me this time next year you'll be about to become a mother, I would roll my eyes and puff some smoke in their face.

The things I have realised about myself...

I don't think I ever truly rubbed and loved my pre-baby belly enough. Love it and show it off.
How your body changes. I've been completely deluded on this one. You have NO control over your body, and in the later stages, breathing and eating properly due to the occupant's movements.
No matter how many stretch marks you get, how massive your boobies grow, how much cellulite you collate, it's ever so special to think your body is working its (huge) butt off to create a new person. That is incredibly special.
At 24, and having suffered from depression for many years, I cannot wait to be a mother. I am however terrified of doing it wrong, not being good enough etc. I'm sure all mums-to-be feel like this, and it's important to think through this process. It's not all going to be fun and games.

What I'm looking forward to...

Seeing what our baby will look like! He could have ginger hair (throw back on The Boy's side), he could look like one of those babies with old faces (scary), or could be really ugly! Of course, he will be loved no matter what, and some babies are not the best looking to begin with... I think it's good to have a sense of humour on this one! ;)
Holding the 'thing' that has been kicking me senseless and kept me amused for the last 10 months. I can feel his limbs/body through my skin so clearly at the moment, it's going to be odd to finally hold that thing!
The amazing feeling of relief right after giving birth. I only imagine it's like having a big, stressful poo. Ahhhhhhhh.
Being able to breathe again! Nothing quite prepares you for how out of breath you become, or how difficult it is to breathe in deep.
Having my body back! Now I know I won't ever get it back to what it was at its best, but we're getting married in the next year or two, and I'm determined to be at my fittest. Not only for the dress, but I want my son to grow up in a healthy, sporty household. I want to be able to keep up with him, and being fit makes one feel good. Also for my depression.
Actually being a mummy! It's the biggest, scariest thing I will have done to date, and I can imagine I will feel very proud of myself, and my body.

The worst bits of pregnancy...

My feet and hands have had pins and needles and SERIOUS swelling since about 28-30 weeks to present. It's VERY frustrating not being able to wear nice shoes. I made the BIGGEST mistake of trying on my Louboutins. I don't even need to say anything, do I?

Feeling sick. It didn't last long for me, but when you're in the initial stages of pregnancy it feels so nasty. I got really upset, and I remember thinking I hope it wasn't going to be like this the whole way through. Luckily sickness left me after 14 weeks... But I've heard acupuncture is fabulous for those who suffer from terrible morning sickness. I would have tried it had it gone on for longer.
When the stretch marks start to appear - Let me tell you! NO amount of special cream can prevent these bad boys! And don't itch them. They're so god darn itchy. I suddenly grew at 25 weeks, as in my tummy just ballooned almost overnight. So of course, my poor tummy needed to stretch. They always look worse at the time, but do fade. Mine of course are in the "WOW I'M SO RED AND THERE" stage, but hey ho. After pregnancy they will fade. I won't shed a tear over them. I may evil them though. My advice is to keep moisturized. Coca Butter, E45 cream or the oatmeal cream which begins with A that I can't remember... Keep it natural, don't go for chemicals. Bio Oil irritated my skin and make it itch like hell, BUT I do have a nice bath in it...
Scare mongering stories/people - These are people who are Daily Mail readers. My advice is this. Do not read the Daily Mail whilst pregnant, and do not listen to everyone's advice. You will get so much of it. Do what you and your partner think is best for you and your baby... We're very lucky because both of our mums are fantastic, and have been so supportive and given 'real' advice. But I know some people's parents can be overbearing and try to take over. It's hard not to respond with all the hormones surging through your body. Pinch of salt. All I will say.
Feeling tired/putting on weight/baby brain/not sleeping properly - These speak for themselves.

My biggest piece of advice to anyone who is pregnant is to invest in NCT classes. They are a real eye opener, and the interesting thing is, most questions have the same answer: "Each pregnancy is different". I think The Boy and I were expecting hard answers, but the most refreshing thing really was that each pregnancy and birth is different, try not to get so caught up in it, and just go with the flow. The best thing about NCT classes, and the reason why I would recommend any pregnant ladies to sign up, is so you can develop a support network around you. There are five ladies in our class, and whilst we're all different and from all walks of life, it really helps to have people going through the same thing as you. I can only imagine when we've all had our babies, we will end up supporting each other through the initial hellish stages of being a parent... But also the best stages. The Boy also said it's great for him because all the dads-to-be have beer (and babies!) in common.... It's important for them to have a support network too.

If you cannot afford NCT classes, I suggest using online sites to connect with mums-to-be in your area. They're invaluable, and really worth investing time in.

My other HUGE piece of advice is to really rest and take it easy right before you pop. Be easy on yourself, have a warm bath, watch a movie, treat yourself to a pedicure, but just make yourself feel special everyday. You're doing something huge, and you need to be pampered, whilst you still can ;)

Much love,

Cake Girl Mumma x

The countdown!

2011-07-19T12:47:00.001+01:00

Crikey, where has the time gone?

I really miss writing on my blog, but just haven't been able to squeeze anything out as of late. Pregnancy brain has fogged me out!

So, catch up time? Let's play.

Pregnancy has been the most bizarre thing ever. I can honestly say, it's a bit like your body has been taken over by a guinea pig high on caffeine. The hardest thing I've had to embrace is my changing body. I will admit my pre-pregnancy body wasn't at it's best, but I still had a flat stomach, a few wobbly bits which I was ready to burn off... But nothing has prepared me for getting Elephantitis.

I went to my 30 week check up with my midwife and got bollocked for putting on too much weight. I left feeling incredibly guilty, sad and a little bit desperate. Truth is, I haven't honked out on food, but I've had the unfortunate water retention issue, which a lot of women get. I spoke to a few other preggy ladies who had exactly the same thing (and aren't FAT, but have put on timber). I can only put it down to a new policy being put in place on weight. I've always had a high BMI, even when I was a six-pack having, size 8-10 wearing sexy lady. It was muscle (due to my workouts). I don't go on weight, and I think it's incredibly irresponsible to be told you've put on too much weight, when weight is quite irrelevant whilst pregnant. It could encourage more eating disorders, and in turn, unhealthy babies from starving oneself. Good going midwife.

So, shall we do some photos now?! Are you ready! I'm not sure I am! First piccie is 3 months preggy poo, and the last is 8 months and one week. How much more can my belly grow in 7 weeks?!?!

And here are some random photos for you!

Baby boy's nursery - Cotbed (Stokke), Hemnes chest of drawers (Ikea), Cowrug (Ikea), Union Jack dog (Lakelands), My fabulous chair (secret!).

Our parents were incredibly generous and gave us the beautiful cotbed and Pram (Bugaboo Cameleon).

Tigger protecting my bump, as usual. She has been a bit of a magnet for it, which is really sweet! I think they're going to be very close when he's born...

I treated myself to a fishy eat feety treatment. I tell you what, it was AWESOME! My feet felt brand new, it sort of felt like I had pins and needles, but it was very relaxing, and you get a lovely little massage afterwards. I shall be having another one of these very soon!

I will try and keep you guys up to date as much as possible, as I want to talk about NCT, hospital visits, scares, tips, feelings, etc etc. But a huge long post isn't ideal!

PS - This is our baby at 32 weeks.... I'm in love! <3

Much love guys!

CG + 1 xxx

6 months today!

2011-05-19T14:07:00.000+01:00

Bloody hell! Hasn't time flown by? 6 months! I thought when I found out I was pregnant back on NYE, 9 months would take forever to pass, giving me time to get my shiz together and start acting like a mumma... Rather than the child I am.

So.... How is pregnancy? It's interesting. Peeing every five minutes is fun... We found out we're having a smelly boy (who is hanging pretty darn low) and he's already getting up to tricks his father would be proud of by dancing on my bladder and kicking me when the dogs bark.

My sickness left me at 3 months gone, thank god. It was dreadful. Luckily I wasn't actually sick, however I felt like I was going to hurl for every second of every day. Not fun. I did find a solution that was instant though, anti-sickness bands. Superdrug sell them cheaper than Boots FYI, as it's a bugger when you lose one and need another pair!

Cravings have been funny! I've eaten my body weight in olives, I used to hate olives, but I have been known to sit at work scoffing them in my gob with a tablespoon! How ladylike.... Cheese, HP Sauce, Vinegar, lemon juice... All in vast quantities!

One thing I wasn't prepared for was getting big, feeling heavy. There was a horrible moment (and still is) where I just looked like I'd eaten too much (OK, well in olives, yes.), and was just porky around the middle! I can confirm stroking your tummy and talking very loudly about being pregnant takes that away. Between 3-6 months it's been the awkward "Is she?" "Isn't she?" kinda looks. Ah well, it's my only chance in life to get away with being porky. Sod it.

My emotions have been not all over the place, but I'm very divaish. If I'm hungry or tired I can snap easily, but at work I'm still angelic (I hope!), but I cannot hold my opinion in. Which, is quite fun! On the other hand... Can get me into shit. At least I have an excuse....

So! Here's a snapshot of my life! Yesterday evening, I decided to stick on a pregnancy yoga DVD (which we filmed for my old old TV Channel... Ah the perks!) I've been meaning to have a go at. The Boy watched on whilst I did unflexible yoga (pregnancy yoga) and moaned at how I used to be able to stretch further yada yada...

Whilst bent over on all fours, baby kicking like a break dancer, shaking my tail (yoga teachers expression, not mine...), Alfie my mother's dog comes over waggy tailed and shoves his rubber squeaky chicken at me, and shakes it in my face, whipping my face with the muddy, rubberish toy. Pleasant. So I'm trying to centre myself, concentrate on my breathing, throwing squeaky chickens, chewies and balls back and forth when Alfie decides I'm not giving him enough attention and decides to throw up everywhere.

An indication of my life to come? Most probably. I couldn't help but laugh... Here's a picture of Alfie, with some baby shoes on! Couldn't help myself....

How times have changed...

2011-04-13T11:20:00.000+01:00

I thought it was about time I spoke about my move from London girl to Oxfordshire lady.

You see, the grass always appear greener. When you're immersed in busy, non-stop hustle and bustle, you crave the opposite. When you've got silence in the air, no heathrow flight path to contend with, no honking of horns, no drunken tramp making a beeline for you for a crafty fag, strangely, you miss it.

We as a couple made a decision to buy another property. One different from our gorgeous basement flat just outside of Richmond. A house with the most incredible interior a huge garden, a local pub, surrounded by flowing fields caught our eye. It was just beautiful. Everything I have ever wanted and looked for in a dream home.

We purchased this beautiful home and I was extremely proud that not only was I now officially a house owner, but my relationship with The Boy had moved up the ladder (excuse the pun). We got started on it immediately, pulling off the ivy rug that hid the most beautiful original stone and brick work, painting, sanding, chopping, digging... you name it, I did it.

What was scary, and something that I could not predict, was how I would feel about officially not being a 'Londoner' anymore. It is very evident that I am a Londoner (a scruffy one, I know), through and through. How was I supposed to adapt to country living and actually fit in? Did I want to fit in? How could I cope without popping into London to stroll through Portobello with Rufus? Or walking through Richmond Park with the doggies and smile at the breathtaking view of London?

I missed every dirty, annoying, evil, rude and stupid thing about London. I still do.

Now I'm pregnant, we have had to re-evaluate everything. From where we want our child to grow up, to where we want to live, to what's financially viable, and what's not. I would be telling a huge made up porkie if I told you I dreamed I would be living in the country, aged 24, pregnant, engaged, 2 dogs and no longer in the broadcasting industry.

I have spent most of my life being able to chop and change pretty much anything in my life. Something I know my parents regret for me. Being too easy on me. I was able to do what feels right, in the moment, even if it ended up wrong. I am learning that even though right now I want nothing more then to move tomorrow back to London to enjoy my pregnancy with my amazing friends, strolling around London smiling, I know we can't, and it hurts.

You see, the longer we live in our house, the more money we will make. The more money we make, the bigger place we can have in London.

I have made tons of mistakes in my time, I admit that. But if anything, admitting the above is a huge step for me. That whilst we made a huge financial commitment, it wasn't necessarily the right one, so we have to live with that for a bit to make it financially viable.

This is what I believe they call living life. Learning to except when you're wrong. Becoming an adult. Growing up. All I have to do now is accept that London won't be happening until maybe next year. The one thing that now terrifies me, is what if we move back to London and I feel the same way I did about Oxfordshire? Law of the sod. Grass is greener 'n' all.

Much love,

Cake Girl xxxx

PS - Photos are memories of my LDN life!

A bun in the oven!

2011-03-16T10:05:00.000Z

Yes, it's true!

On NYE, I found out that I have a mini cake lover growing in my tummy. A complete shock!

I'm currently 15 weeks, due on 9th September, and just over the moon. It wasn't planned, but after a complete pig of a year, and just when I thought life was going to be hell for a long time to come, this came along. Don't get me wrong, I was completely freaked out at first!

I'm only 24, and always planned to get married first. However, I am with the man who I've always wanted to be with for the rest of my life. We had a big chat and decided maybe this was just meant to be, as scary the thought was, he was so excited, and stepped into supportive-will-do-anything-to-make-me-feel-reassured mode.

Our relationship has cranked up a gear. I think after five years of being just boyfriend and girlfriend, living together, having a laugh, being very close, I didn't think it would get any better, if that makes sense. It may just be the pregnancy hormones, but I now just feel so secure, and stable, and grounded. It's weird. I haven't felt like this for a very long time, partly because my parents split up when I was young, we moved about an awful lot, I've never really had the feeling of stability in a place, or with a person. Which in a way, makes me feel sad too... It also makes me think about what I'm going to be like as a mother. I can only hope I do my best. I'm the most self-critical person alive, so god only knows how I will cope!

Our entire family (bar one person, who I refuse to mention on my blog because the person in question doesn't deserve recognition and is of little importance to me, pregnancy anger hitting in!) are over the moon for us.

The Boy proposed to me for Valentines Day, he took me to Babington House..... Amazeballs!

So yes. Lots to think about. Lots to do. Hell of a lot going on which I will come onto later. But there we are. Cake Girl is having a baby. I'm convinced it's a boy. No idea why!

Much love,

CG xxxxxxx

The conman.

2011-01-13T12:25:00.000Z

Well, when I look back at last year, I cringe. It was a big pile of poop for me. Not all poop, I may add, but a great deal of poop.

The big pile of poop came from one man. Let's call him Mr. X.

Now, Mr. X offered me a job within his newly formed company. When I first met Mr. X, he was incredibly proper, reminded me of a dinosaur in the land before time (with teeth like the headless horseman in Sleepy Hollow) but anyway, that's besides the point. Something about him didn't sit very well with me. He looked down at me, and anyone who was younger than himself.

Time went on. He became incredibly odd. He became controlling, strict, deceptive, rude and most of all, abusive. It got to the point where all of the immediate team felt the same way, and we were having to apologise to suppliers left, right and centre.

I lost my rag when I suddenly stopped being paid. I had no payslips, no expenses being paid, I had incredibly rude responses which outlined quite clearly were because of my performance, and ability. I felt just awful. Never before had one person made me feel quite as low as I did then. He then accused me of being dyslexic as a joke to another colleague, took the piss out of me, shouted at me, accused me of making tons of mistakes, which, were nothing to do with me. I resigned.

I gave my months notice, and worked it with a smile on my face. I didn't appear rude, bitchy or upset, I remained professional throughout.

My last day came, and nothing. From the moment I sent the email of my resignation to my last day, I didn't hear a word from this man. Only rude emails here and there. So, two months pay and thousands of pounds in expenses later, I still haven't been paid. I still haven't received a payslip or P45.

I became incredibly depressed. I managed to convince myself that I was indeed all of the things this man had told me. I believed every word. I became suicidal. I must say, that was one of the lowest points of my life, to actually consider not being able to live any longer because I had been reduced to nothing. I went to the doctor and cried my eyes out. She prescribed me anti-depressants, and boy did I need them.

Without going into too much detail, I'm currently seeking monies outstanding, and unfortunately I am not alone.

One very important thing I have learned, is do not be afraid of these people. They are not better than you, responding to them only makes it worse (which is why I didn't). But I'm now strong enough to do the right thing and claim my money. I am sure hundreds and thousands of people experience this too, and it's an incredibly difficult situation to be in.

One way or another, justice will be given. Karma is a wonderful thing. I'm not afraid to face this huge demon. I'm no longer full of anger. I just want to move on with my life.

If anyone is in this position, or has been, remember it's easier for them to get away with it, than dealing with it through the courts. The more of us who stand up to these companies and fraudsters, the more likely it is they will not get away with it in the future.

And if you're reading this, Mr. X, Thank you. I shall see you in court.

Howdy!

2011-01-07T15:35:00.000Z

Well, what a year! Happy new year beauties!

I've had to take time out from blogging for the majority of last year, due to a few too many ups and downs and evil people getting in my way and messing me up. Bleurgh.

So.... I have some blog posts for you over the next coming month or two, which will cover:

- A HUGE surprise!
- Dealing with an abusive boss
- Moving out of London to le sticks aged 23....
- Second part to my operation on my lady lumps (what actually happens etc etc)
- Things wot I did make for my house, innit.
- House pictures
- Dealing with NOSEY neighbours who hate Londoners....

Please also take note, some poo bag stole my domain so it is now officially: www.diaryofcakegirl.com

Much love gorgeous people, I can't wait to get back into blogging!

Constipation....

2010-09-02T12:31:00.000+01:00

I was thinking earlier, how would I describe the last few months? Constipated.

Go on, laugh! I certainly did.

I've learned a huge lesson over the last six months - One of them being that age means nothing. It doesn't make people wiser, weathered, more intelligent, more senior, nicer or more understanding.

Whilst older people who have entered my life recently have proved to be shall we say, an experience, I have learned that speaking your mind because you feel you should, doesn't always work out.

Sometimes in life, saying "fuck it" in your head, rather than "fuck you" out loud is better. It's easy to say the latter, and get a warm fuzzy feeling inside for releasing the frustration which has been hanging around like a bad smell that's overstayed its welcome. But silence somehow, is bitter sweet. I feel exhilarated that I'm not responding back to the negativity that has been floating around.

So therefore, feeling constipated pretty much sums me up right now. But I know this time next month, the laxative will have progressed into my system and it will all come out. Away from the crappy (excuse the pun) situation I have found myself in.

So ladies and gents, whilst the moral of the post is not right for everyone, I feel like I've grown up and kept my dignity, whilst dealing with unpleasant comments, situations and people.

Much love,

CG xxx

The next stage...

2010-07-23T10:00:00.001+01:00

...Oh yes! Well... Half of me is excited as hell, the other is my change-hating-demon, who is scared and negative. We had the offer accepted on our DREAM HOME!

Isn't she pretty?!?! So, mum and I went for the first viewing about a month ago. I opened the door and my big fat square jaw hit the beautiful floor. It was just amazing. I tried so very hard to not smile, make any "oooooh" or "aaaaaaah" sounds (as requested by The Boy. He's hard as nails, and an actor, so used to faking his emotions. Unlike me, the most sensitive emotional wreck in the world). I made all of the forbidden noises, and some. I wanted it, there and then (this sounds like a porno read, I apologise!).

So, without all of the banter in between bidding and acceptance, we got our dream home. The Boy went to see it on his own and felt the same way (which was kind of lucky, because if he didn't like it, that would have been dreadful!).

So, here we are! Sorting out Mortgages, Solicitors, Surveys, oh yes and Wills. This is where I feel 23 going on 50. I took The Boy out for some breakfast to discuss death, splitting up, and all things negative. A test in the relationship. I must say, I was rather worried. Because we're not married (nor do we plan to anytime soon), but have been together for 4 years, things are very different. I suddenly felt immensely grown up and proud of myself in a way to be having such an adult conversation, to someone I usually call poo head, or have play fights with. Luckily, we were in agreement about everything. It would have been awful had it have gone a different way. Can you imagine?! So now we face the difficult task of who gets the dogs, my cat, my teddy who I can't sleep without, my beanie babies (long story), his flat, my car, blah blah.

One thing I do love, is that we have become closer. We have agreed on everything to date (apart from he doesn't know I'm going to Cath Kidston that kitchen up very hard!), and I'm actually incredibly lucky to have found someone who I can compromise with. I'm very stubborn (like my daddy, don't tell him, but he will probably agree), so this can only mean, I'm growing up!

This house is in the countryside. I'm quite scared about leaving all of our wonderful friends in London, but really looking forward to all of them coming up for weekends and all of the parties to be had! Here's to our new life, in the country! (Cake Girl. In the countryside. This can only mean that I will bake my way to an early, obese grave......)

The move is expected to not take too long, so I shall keep you informed!

Much love,

CG xxx

DING DONG!

2010-07-22T10:00:00.005+01:00

Hello ladies (and gents)...

I'm going to be selfish. This is my blog, and I think it's about time I shared my list of 'would have affairs' (if I had the chance....). Boyfriend, be worried.

So, my man and I have a little pact. It consists of, him being able to shag Angelina Jolie (ha, like that's going to happen), and he can't change his mind. I, am forever changing my mind. I am of course, allowed. I was nice enough to let him have this little deal, so therefore, I am entitled to bend these rules at my convinience.

So let's get to it! *rubs hands together and drools ever so slightly*

Exhibit A, Bradley Coo(PHWOAR)pper.

Exhibit B, Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Exhibit C, Ryan Phillippe

Exhibit D, LL Cool J (I don't care what you say, yummah)

Exhibit E, James Corden (Don't ask. I just have a thing for him. Alright?)

That's my top five right now... Although, I will admit, I also fancy the pants off Zac Goldsmith. He's delish!

Images sourced via Google Images

Let's get real.... (or fake in my case)

2010-07-20T21:12:00.000+01:00

Like it or not, I've had cosmetic surgery. And, it's the best thing I've ever done.

I've just had my first surgery birthday, and had a little celebration. I've never been happier, and don't regret a single thing. At the age of 12, I wanted this surgery. I kept it quiet until the age of 15, when I lost my puppy fat and was exercising heavily. At this time, it became apparent I had cysts in my breasts and on my ovaries, and because my mother had cervical cancer (and survived) it was taken seriously, so I had regular check ups, biopsy after biopsy, scans, ultra-sounds, you name it. I was terrified. Luckily, all the results came back negative, which was a huge relief, however it didn't stop me from thinking something was wrong with me.

I went on the pill. Most girls my age develop fuller breasts. I was incredibly excited that my little boobies may grow and catch up with my ever-growing curves, giving me a killer figure. But, it never happened.

As a teenager, I would confide to my boyfriends about this, explain my upset and anger over my boobs. Interestingly enough, they all had their hackles up, some even extreme enough to say they wouldn't want to be with me if I had them done. Little did I know, it was more down to their lack of confidence, and not actually worried about me having the surgery, which would have been understandable.

Then I met my love. The guy I've been with for four years (to date). When we first got together, I was incredibly slim, I look back at photos and think DAMN! I looked good. More worryingly, I didn't think I did at the time. I wasn't happy, I had no confidence and criticized myself constantly. As you will see from previous posts, I stupidly decided to have the contraceptive implant which made me gain a few stone in a few months, reducing (well, increasing) me to a heffa with depression. Everything on me got big. I was ugly. I wasn't me. The only thing ironically that stayed the same was my little boobulas. Can you imagine how I felt? I really did think that I had done something in a previous life to deserve this.

That's when I knew I had to get my boobs done. I got the implant taken out, lost weight immediately (be it, I'm still bigger than I was, but a lot happier and more accepting of how I look). I had done secret research over the years, and decided to get advice from the Professor who looked after me through my teenage years of breast issues.

He was just fabulous. He specialises in breast reconstructive surgery for cancer patients. He doesn't really do boob jobs, and because he knew all of my history, was the best in his field, was a teaching professor and was developing new technology for breast reconstructive surgery, he was the perfect candidate. I knew if I had this done, I wouldn't for a second consider anyone else doing the surgery, or think of the price. Because to me, this wasn't about getting the cheapest deal. It wasn't about a quick fix, it was about me, doing a private thing for me, and only me. It cost double if not triple what most boob jobs cost, but was worth every penny.

Here are some photos before (only one I'm afraid!) and after (don't worry, no nudity!). I shall write another post about the actual surgery, because it's long winded and quite interesting!

I must say this though. Having surgery was completely my idea, I did it with full support from my family and loved ones, and would not advise ANYONE to have surgery. It's an incredibly personal decision, and I am just sharing my experience, and the reason why I did it. I think it's important to know that not everyone who has surgery wants to be a Glamour Model, marry a footballer, or be Jordan. In fact, more than you think want to have surgery to boost their confidence. I don't believe I am selfish for wanting bigger boobs, I didn't have them on the NHS (another thing I'm not sure I agree with... another post clearly...), I did it for me and only me. And yes, they are fun to jiggle (or do the Motorboat, as my boyfriend would say. If you don't know what that means, Google it. But not at work. It's rude).

Much love,

CG xxx

Joining the #rodartemac battle

2010-07-19T17:51:00.003+01:00

I'm going to keep this plain and simple. MAC have brought out a new product line with fashion house Rodarte. Rodarte is a fashion brand founded by sisters Kate and Laura Mulleavy (pictured below). The Mulleavy sisters are U.C. Berkeley graduates from Pasadena, California, and have received a number of industry awards since the line's inception in 2005.The sisters have also collaborated with Gap, and most recently Target, on limited edition pieces. Their style includes gothic and distressed designs, and layered gowns with fabrics dyed by Edwina Pellikka.

So, a big fancy fashion label, (who use MAC make up on all of their models) and the wonderful MAC got into bed and dreamt up a big marketing campaign. Sure, sounds reasonable and slightly fun and very cool. Chloe for MAC or Amanda Wakeley for MAC would get a look in from me.

However, the 'inspiration' behind the product line is what's getting all beauty bloggers steaming with fury. Back to the 'inspiration' in a sec. Please find exhibit A (below). A slightly dead looking model which is one of the first photos to be released for this line.

Now, the inspiration for this line is the Mexican town of Ciudad Juárez. Now, if you Google the news on Ciudad Juárez, you will find the problem. "The most violent zone in the world outside of declared war zones" as quoted by Wikipedia. Deaths, rapes, shootings, stabbings and fighting. I dare you to find a positive word there. It gets worse.

Since 1993, almost 400 women and girls have been murdered and more than 70 remain missing in Ciudad Juárez and Chihuahua, Mexico. The phenomenon of the female homicides in Ciudad Juárez, called in Spanish the feminicidios ("femicides") and las muertas de Juárez ("The dead women of Juárez"), involves the violent deaths of hundreds of women since 1993 in the northern Mexican city of Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, a border city across the Rio Grande from the U.S. city of El Paso, Texas. The estimated homicide toll is speculated by authorities to be about 400, but many local residents believe that the true count of los feminicidios stands at an estimated 5,000 victims. Most of the cases remained unsolved as of 2003, and are still unsolved today.

Most women in Juárez work cruel hours in factories, slaving their guts away for the price of a cup of coffee. Some of these women are attacked on the way home, or to work. It actually really upsets me to think big brands are treating their workers like this... But that's a completely different discussion point.

So, take yourself there. Take a deep breath and seek inspiration. You can't can you? So, the important questions are, How the hell did MAC and Rodarte get inspired by Juárez? Why did MAC and Rodarte decide this was a good product line? How is death of this kind, abuse, violence, brutality and murder an inspiration? And, seeming as this product is aimed at women, how did they think this wasn't a crass move?

Then there's those photos. Exibit A (picutred up there somewhere). See what I mean now? Ghostly. Very bad move MAC. And if you thought it couldn't get worse, it does. The product line names. Factory, Juarez, Ghost Town and Badlands. Before I swear, I have quoted a lovely, highly respected beauty blogger, who sums it up perfectly.

"In context, this is about as sensitive as Toys R Us releasing a line of toy guns and calling them 'Columbine' and 'Dunblane'. That would never happen - we would, quite rightly, be in uproar at the commercialisation of horrific murders of children and teachers." - Beauty Mouth

So, what can be done?

Well, MAC need to donate ALL of the profit from this range to help the women in Juarez. End of story. Secondly, they need to realise, we are the consumer. We buy their products. We keep them afloat. Controversy is Marmite. Being different is what every brand tries to do. This is more than a step too far, in my opinion, MAC and Rodarte are monetizing rape, death and abuse of women, and trying to make it fashionable.

Until this situation is sorted, I am staying away from Estée Lauder (who own MAC, Aveda, Clinique, Origins, Prescriptives, Tommy Hilfiger, Kiton, La Mer, Bobbi Brown, DKNY, Jo Malone, Darphin, Ojon..... the list goes on) and all of their companies.

Bobbi Brown, Aveda and Darphin are actually my favourite, all-time brands, but by not touching them, buying them, using them is the least I can do to try and expose this dreadful situation.

Please also see other fellow bloggers who have written about this:

1. bangsandabun: http://bangsandabun.com/2010/07/the-mac-rodarte-collection-ill-pass @bangsandabun
2. the beauty button: http://www.thebeautybutton.co.uk/bothered-bloggers-rodartemac @emmaskipper

3. beauty junkie london: http://www.beautyjunkielondon.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-bloggers-views.html @beautyjunkieldn

4. the beauty mouth: http://www.beautymouth.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-collection-whose-genius.html @carolinehirons

5. beauty blog roll: http://beautybegins.blogspot.com/2010/07/rodarte-mac.html @drew692

6. beauty blogging blonde: http://beautybloggingblonde.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-for-rodarte.html @millmollmac

7. big fashionista: http://big-fashionista.blogspot.com/2010/07/macrodarte-collection-from-hell-on.htm @bigfashionista

8. british beauty blogger: http://www.britishbeautyblogger.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-and-women-of-juaraz.html @britbeautyblog

9. catanya: http://catanyasthings.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-polemica-esta-servida-macrodarte.html @catanya

10. ditzy makeup: http://ditzymake-up.blogspot.com/2010/07/total-fail-from-mac-rodarte-collection.html @ditzymakeup
11. the fashion freak: http://clairewaterworth.tumblr.com/
12. getlippie: http://getlippie.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-collection-but-it-is-art.html @get_lippie

13. glitterdollz7: http://glitterdollz7beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/shambles-macrodarte.html @glitterdollz7

14. healingbeauty: healingbeauty.co.uk @healing_beauty

15. just nice things: http://www.just-nice-things.co.uk/?p=8267 @helennicethings

16. katie chutzpah: http://katiechutzpah.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-macrodarte-product-names-causes.html @katiechutzpah

17. konglish beauty: http://konglishbeauty.com/2010/07/19/mac-rodarte-the-controversy-and-why-we-care/

18. le salon de beaute http://lesalondebeaute.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-collection-juarez-killings.html @lesalondebeaute

19. lady of the lane: http://www.ladyofthelane.com/2010/07/mac-for-rodarte-collection-fall-2010.html @ladyofthelane

20. le petit jardin de liloo: http://bit.ly/macrodarteshame @tsunimee

21. lilian: http://lillianfunnyface.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-naming-your-products-after-sites-of.html @LillianLow
22. london beauty queen: http://londonbeautyqueen.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-border-control.html @lbqblog

23. london makeup girl: http://www.londonmakeupgirl.com/2010/07/rodarte-collection-mac-what-were-you.html @londonmugirl

24. makeupsavvy: http://www.makeupsavvy.co.uk/2010/07/rodarte-for-mac-cosmetics-collaboration.html @makeup_savvy

25. makeuploveer: http://makeuploveer.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-for-rodarte.html

26. mizzworthy: http://www.mizzworthy.com/2010/07/mac-for-rodarte-words-fail-me.html @mizzworthy

27. miss ellie: http://missyellieuk.blogspot.com/2010/07/macrodarte-collaboration-controversy.html @missy_ellie_uk

28. Of faces and fingers: http://bit.ly/bD3p11 @musicalhouses

29. perfectly polished: http://bit.ly/cNMKRs @perfectpolished

30. reallyree: http://reallyree.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-and-rodarte-inspired-by-murder-city.html @reallyree

31. so far so chic: http://www.sofarsochic.co.uk/2010/07/mac-and-rodarte-taking-tasteless-to-new.html @laurawheat

32. sparkle and shade: http://sparkleandshade.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-collection-few-of-my.html @inmywindow

33. strawberry mochi: http://www.strawberrymochi.com/2010/07/18/mac-rodarte-collection-wth/ @mochistrawberry

34. vex in the city: http://www.vexinthecity.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-collection-ignites-juarez.htm @vexinthecity
35. wande’s world: http://wandesworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/beauty-craze-mac-rodarte-collection.html @wandesworld

36. Amanda (Snippets of self confessed beauty vixen) http://www.xflossy.com/2010/07/boo-to-you-mac.html @Miss_xFlossy

37. Mandi’s Madness: http://bit.ly/aBG03a @makeupmanditx

38. Loulou’s Land: http://www.loulouland.co.uk/2010/07/mac-and-rodarte.html @loulouland

39. Ariel: http://arrriiell.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-for-rodarte.html @arrriiell

40. Socialte’s Dreams: http://socialitedreams.wordpress.com/2010/07/18/you-stay-classy-m-a-c-and-rodarte/ @socialitedreams

41. Addicted to all things pretty:http://bit.ly/9z58ym @krissy90220
42. My lips but better: http://mylipsbutbetter.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-for-rodarte-my-two-cents.html @mylipsbutbetter

43. Makeup Advice Forum http://makeupadviceforum.com/2010/07/inspiration-for-a-makeup-line/ @MakeupAdviceMAF

44. Do not Refreeze (Leanne) http://www.donotrefreeze.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-drama.html @donotrefreeze

45. Sophie: http://makeupwonderland.blogspot.com/2010/07/macs-controversial-rodarte-collection.html @melovemakeup

46. Modesty Brown: http://modestybrown.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-rodarte-collection.html @modestybrown

47. a little more glitter: http://alittlemoreglitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/dropped-off-edge-again-down-in-juarez.html @alittleglitter

48. Beauty and the Dirt: http://ow.ly/2dkkn @BeautyandDirt

49. Life, Love and Lipgloss: http://shantel121.blogspot.com/2010/07/rodarte-and-mac.html @shantel121

50. Ladies who do skepticism: http://bit.ly/akGYi8 @EmmaJaynewithay

51. Fashion Limbo: http://www.fashionlimbo.com/2010/07/shameless-campaign-mac-and-rodarte.html @fashionlimbo

52. Lianne: http://blog3-2-1.blogspot.com/2010/07/rodarte-mac-gate.html @lianne84

Different viewpoints on the controversy?

beauty by em: http://em-wyllie.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-for-rodarte-controversy.html @emwyllie

best brush forward: http://bestbrushforward.blogspot.com/2010/07/mac-forglobal-controversy.html @admiralkathryn

Ahhh.... Feels good to be back!

2010-07-14T10:54:00.001+01:00

I'm so incredibly sorry I have neglected you dearest. No real excuse... Instead of catching up on reading about Cake Girl, what I've been up to, highs, lows etc I thought I'd come in with a bang.

Why the HELL is the media (red tops mainly, granted) showing coverage on Raoul Moat being a hero?

Let's start with the facts: Raoul Moat was in prison. He threatened to 'cause serious harm' his ex-girlfriend. He was released.
(CG: You'd think at this point, it wouldn't have got to the releasing stage. It does make me wonder how many other prisoners are released, having confessed to harming or abusing others?)

Moat is not named as the suspect for 12 hours after Sam Stobbart is shot twice. Despite learning of a visit made by Moat to close friend Andy Mcallister on Saturday evening, police do not watch the house.
(CG: Right, so you know where this guy is who has shot someone, and you don't investigate. I'm no officer, but surely in a game of 'who dunnit' a 3-year-old would suggest it)

A large-scale operation is launched. An ex-girlfriend tells police "he'll come up here" – but police don't arrive until Tuesday.
(CG: I don't really need to comment here.... You know what I will say)

Police miss Moat when he returns to Mcallister's to drop off his 49-page "murder statement". They release details of the Lexus car Moat has been driving. Locals say it had been in the village all day.
(CG: You'd think there would have been Police in the village, or again, still watching the house...)

Moat gets found, Paul Gascoigne claims to be his mate, Moat is given food and water, something a out a taser is fired, whether or not it was done before Moat pulled the trigger is another matter.

What I'm more concerned about is this. Every time something bad happens in the media, generally when it involves someone dying, horrible, nasty comments and posts emerge on social networking sites. For example, "RIP RAOUL MOAT YOU LEGEND" would you believe, exists on Facebook. Oh yes. I'm not even going to copy and paste some of the comments on here, you get the picture. When someone innocent dies, (Example a Facebook group set up by a mother whose baby had died was overwhelmed with comments of hate and just shocking accusations) the opposite happens. It seems some social networking sites have become a sick playground, for people to shock, use and abuse. I don't understand why this is happening. I know negative comments and posts happen, and all of us have experienced it somewhere. It makes me wonder what kind of a world we are living in.

Back to Moat, he killed an innocent man, seriously injured two innocent people, and wasted millions of tax payers spondoolies.

I will say this, if I saw Moat, and he was in a busy town, and had a gun, and I happened to have a gun, I would shoot him. Not kill him, but try to injure him. I feel incredibly sorry for his family, and mainly his children. If that was my father, he certainly would never be an idol to me. I would be completely and utterly disgusted and ashamed of his behaviour.

he·ro

a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.
a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal

I do not see anything 'Moat' like in these definitions. Ironically, I guess it won't be long before Moat is defined under "Hero" on Urban Dictionary...

I've done something really silly....

2010-05-06T13:57:00.000+01:00

... I've entered the Ballot for the London Marathon.

It's silly for these reasons:

- I can't run. I used to get panic attacks at school doing cross country. Bad times.

- I sort of have Asthma. I did, and well, it's not as bad as it was. But yeah.

- I like to have a crafty ciggy every now and again.

- I love cake.

- 26 miles of hell.

- I cry easily.

- I'm the world's best excuse maker.

- I moan and stuff.

So there we are. Silly Laura. I also ironically signed up with Mind Charity, partly because it means a lot to me (having suffered from depression) and because completing this marathon will need my mind to co-operate.

So.... I keep saying, oh I will start today! Yeah. Not happening. I think I will start tomorrow though. I had to vote and stuff today.

Much love,

CG xxx

I'm baaaaaack..... (Chocolate recipes)

2010-04-23T10:50:00.000+01:00

Did you miss me? I missed you all SO much...

Sorry I disappeared off the face of the earth. Without getting too into it, I've had an awful lot of personal issues, and decided to take some time out from blogging. Every time I went to write a post, I drew a blank. Y'all know how it is. Just recently, I've been catching up on my favourite bloggers blogs, and felt really inspired to start up again, so a big thank you.

Big catch up time. OK. Well, puppies are growing rapidly! Wow. Massive. Tigger has gone to live with my mother for a bit, so she's living with her brother Alfie. They absolutely love each other, and the countryside. Tigger is turning into a right little madam. Such personality, and so beautiful.

This is Tigger, sitting pretty.... Isn't she just amazingly wow? Model in the making...

Right, enough of puppies.... Cake!

So, I was up at my mama's, baking as usual, and thought WOW. I love chocolate, cake, both together if possible, warm and gooey. Why the hell have I never made a Chocolate Fondant????? I mean, I've always dribbled at it in recipe books, always order it if I see it on a dessert menu, it's probably my most favourite dessert, ever, and I have never even tried to make it. You know why? Because it looks so difficult. But look what I did create.... Excuse the god awful facial expression, and the face come to that...

Excuse me? Down here? I know. Wow huh? Now I am adamant, anyone can make this, even if you're a crap cook. Can you imagine serving at a dinner party? And let me tell you, they poo all over M&S melt in the middle chocolate cakes.....(And I've eaten a lot of them....).

So, how do I make you a dessert serving goddess or god? Quite simply, with these ingredients...

Chocolate Fondants

Ingredients

2 medium organic eggs
2 medium organic egg yolks
120g caster sugar
90g good quality organic dark chocolate (at least 70% cocoa)
90g unsalted organic butter
45g "Dove Farm" Plain white flour (You can use Gluten & Wheat Free Plain Flour, which is what I use if you are intolerant to Gluten and/or Wheat)
A dashing of coca powder
6 ramekins (5cm in diameter, 4/5cm tall), which must be oven-friendly. No microwave used here!

Alrighty! First off, butter up the ramekins, and dust out with the cocoa powder. The powder will stick to the butter (intentional) and the reason why I use cocoa powder like this, is so the fondants are easy to turn out. A neat little trick if you can't use greaseproof paper, or suchlike.

Now, get those fabulous eggies into a large bowl (including the 2 egg yolks), and whisk in the sugar until blended in evenly. Pop that to the side sitting pretty.

Next, grab that wonderful chocolate (Green & Blacks is always my favourite, but you use whichever you like. Alternatively if you're not a big fan of dark chocolate, use Milk Chocolate and add in Cocoa Powder to the mixture at the end and taste until it's chocolately enough for your taste), and pop it into a glass bowl over a pan of boiling water (a bain marie). Add the butter to the chocolate. Keep the temperature quite low, because you don't want to overcook the chocolate, and keep stirring until all lumps and bumps have been removed and you're left with the most luscious smelling chocolate which tastes divine (Dip your finger in. Go on). Take off of the heat, and leave to cool for a bit. Ideally, the chocolate and egg/sugar mix should be the same temperature.

Mix the chocolate into the egg/sugar mix, and stir in evenly (This is the time to add your Cocoa Powder if you used Milk Chocolate. Make sure you taste it! Dark Chocolate users, ignore this).

Next get your sieved flour and fold it into the mixture. Leave it to chill for about 30 minutes (If putting in fridge, cover with cling film. Nothing worse than a dessert that tastes/smells of the fridge. Ew).

Grab your mixture and spoon it evenly amongst the ramekins/bowls. They should be about 3/4 full in the ramekins, don't overfill them. Greedy.

Again, pop cling film over each ramekin/bowl and leave to chill for 3 hours. Perfect if you're having a dinner party, because they need to set and do not take long to prepare after you would have finished your main course. The 3 hours can be an agonizing wait if you're not having a dinner party. Maybe go for a walk. Or a run, to exercise off what you're about to eat.

After that awful waiting time, give them a little poke and they should feel set. They should be slightly soft to touch, and not completely hard. If they are too hard, you cannot use them, as they won't work (But fret not. You can turn them into truffles. More on that later). So try to keep them cool, but not too cool, if you catch my drift?

Turn on the oven to 180 degrees fan (or 200 degrees / gas 6). Once oven is heated, pop those fabulous little bowls of lovelyness in the middle of the oven for about 10 minutes. Maybe 12. I've done this recipe twice and timing is quite odd. So keep looking and poking at them. They won't rise, so won't get interrupted by the oven being opened. When the top of the cake looks and feels like a cooked cake, but still jiggles when moved, they should be ready. Remember, they are supposed to jiggle, because of the chocolate goo in the middle. The more giggly, the more goo.

Let them rest for 2 minutes (torture). Carefully turn them upside down on plates and lift off the ramekin. If this fails, serve it in the ramekin/bowl. Remember they are soft, so be careful not to puncture them! Serve with Ice cream or Cream. Or on their own. Enjoy.

Chocolate Fondant Failure!

Ingredients

6 x hard chocolate things you left in the fridge for too long in ramekins

A sad face
And some Double Cream

Method

Don't freak out. I know it's deeply upsetting to screw up a dessert. It happens. I have cried in my time over a ruined pud. Only me? Oh.

Stir in 100ml double cream, then pour into a deep tray and chill until set. Roll into balls and roll in cocoa powder. Chill until firm. Vuala! Wonderful truffles to scoff.... Nom nom nom...

Hope you enjoy! Much love, CG xxx

Catch up...

2010-02-26T14:39:00.001Z

... I know, I know, I've been hidden. Truth be told, it's just been a manic month pour moi. So fill in time is here....

First off, The Boy has got a part in the above! If you haven't guessed yet, he plays a stripper! I'm very much looking forward to his 'routine'! So, this of course means he shall be away for a while. :(

Puppy re-named to Tigger. Lolly just wasn't right, as she's so bouncy, bitey and vocal! She's getting along with Rufus swimmingly, as you can see!

I've decided to give up Mini Eggs until 1st April. So, my Mini Egg monkey has packed his bags, and he's seriously not talking to me. @simonallison23 on twitter keeps drawing these fabulous mini egg moments from my twitter updates, and they're just fabulous! I just wanted to share some of them with you...

How was your February? Cold? Wet? Windy? Can't wait for the sun to shine? Me neither.

Much love,

CG xxx

Naming of the puppy!

2010-02-02T14:31:00.000Z

Hello dear lovelies!

Now, I must say, this was a HARD decision! Thank you ALL for your wonderful ideas and suggestions, all of which I can say I truly loved. The other half was quite picky with some of the names, didn't want it too girly etc, so it took us ages to come to a decision. He also came up with silly names, like SMASH and MONGLE (Apologies in advance if you own a pet called SMASH or MONGLE). I mean, come on?

Anyway! Her name is..... *drum roll* Lolly, short for Lollipop! Because I helped to give birth to these delightful creatures, a friend suggested naming one after me. However, calling "Laura" would not have been good. Not to mention all the bitch comments. Yes, done it. Ok, that's enough.

So, my mother has always called me Lolly, which transpired into Lollingtons (hence my Twitter name... and for a bit, my Facebook name). So, I thought why not Lolly? The Boy loved it.

HURRAH!!! I hope you all like it... I shall be posting picks of her first few days with us, her first walk..... etc etc. I just really hope Lolly and Rufus get along well! Otherwise, disaster!

Much love...

CG xxx

I love tattoos, but...

2010-01-27T13:27:00.001Z

Peaches Geldof.

Now, I'm a massive fan of tattoos on girls. One's with a story, with great history, love and passion behind them. I find they make a person more interesting, markings of their life thus far.

There is a line though... That is forever crossed. The thoughtless "I want that one". Picking from the Tattooist's book is another. Or generally a name is a no-no in my book. Same as matching tattoo's. No. No. No. What happens when you break up?

So many youths (I am one, I can say this) get tattoo's willy-nilly (I love that word. Willy-nilly!), without thinking and the more the better, so it seems. You know what I'm getting at here.

Peaches Geldof. Now, she has tattoo's almost as silly as her first name (and probably her many middle names). Why does a girl decide to have a floral pattern all the way up and down her body, which isn't even that great? Oh, and a unicorn. A heart, a broken heart, writing gallore...Yes, perfect sense, right?

The photos here for the new Ultimo range are, just wonderful. Her body, lovely and not skinny. All curvy and real! Bravo Ultimo! The underwear, quite hot and I may even have a little looksie when I next pop by the Ultimo website. Make up is great and quite a good look for Peaches. Her mass of tattoo's ruin it.

We know she comes from a rock and roll family. We know she's quirky looking, has an odd name, and is rather strange (you only had to see her interview with Ferne Cotton to be completely baffled by her).

But dude! You don't need that many tattoo's. You're in your 20's! What happens if you keep getting tattoos at the same rate as you have to date, and you're suddenly 40, and you think, man! I have no space left for a tattoo of my 6th husband?

No. No. No. Ultimo, I'm not sure this makes you a controversial brand by showing her with all these tattoo's either. Infact, it only shows me you endorse this silly tattoo phase.

I just hope the message is: Cool underwear. Cool make up and body. Shame about the tattoos.

It's like Ultimo are trying to be Cyber Dog or something. Anyway...

Is it P.C. ?

2010-01-26T23:50:00.001Z

Politics. What a big old subject. I'm strong minded when it comes to the 'P' word, I'm generally the person in a social group who likes to debate about it. Yes, annoying huh?

What really gets my goat (there will be many in this post) is how people think they have the right to blame our current party for pretty much everything, and invariably, these finger pointers have never placed their vote in a ballot box. This frustrates me somewhat. I think I actually lost interest in a boyfriend after he told me he never voted, and thought politics was for losers (we're no longer together). My current boyfriend, a.k.a The Boy, has never voted. I will say, he doesn't understand politics, which is fair enough. Still, slightly disappointing that he doesn't want to 'get to know', but anyway...

The real reason that brought me to write this post was this, very large marketing campaign by a certain party.

Seen it? Who hasn't to be honest... The message is a blur to me. Logo for 'change' crap. But bloody hell, is that the wax work of David Cameron? No.... He's looking rather rubbery?

My question is this. Is it politically correct to make yourself look more aesthetically pleasing to the eye in order to attract potential voters? Well?

(apparently, the real David Cameron. The poster and this picture are uncanny, aren't they?)

This just tells me all about all those pesky lines, covered up. A bit like some of their policies.

That is all.

Dear Bangs...

2010-01-22T20:49:00.000Z

(If anyone who is not on Twitter, this may be confusing. But follow along anyhoo. One of my fave twitterers, Bangs who has a fabulous blog, which will make you howl with laughter (see http://bangsandabun.com for more info). But, she recently had to write rejection letters for a job vacancy at her work. The people applying for the job were, not 'quite right', should we say. I thought it would be most appropriate to piss take.... So, I'm gonna take the piss....)

Dear Bangs,

Ok, so like I think you need to hire me for this job. I'm proper professional, have a bubbly personality, reliable and good at time keeping.
My dream idol is Heidi Montag, and I wanna save up enough money to get DDD's and her arrow eyebrows, they are to DIE for!
More about me, I have every ugg boot, in every colour, and I have a slight obsession with leggings, particuarly the wet look ones, as they do wonders for my cellulite.... I wear my Uggs in accordance to the colours of the rainbow for each day, Monday starting with Mauve naturally....

Things I hate, Musicals, Law & Order SVU, high heels and style.

Previous job experience includes answering my mobile, tidying some receipts and reading heat magazine. I'm a keen photographer too (see my Facebook of me drunk last Saturday...).

I'm available as of yesterday, and I'm available for an interview, but only after Jeremy Kyle. (An example of good time management....) =)

Yours Truly,

Rejected.

mmmmmmm... Mini Eggs!

2010-01-22T15:42:00.001Z

It's that time of year again. I hate it muchly. There I am, walking around Tescos with good intentions, buying organic everything, lots of veg, yadda yadda...

You see, this is what I hate about supermarkets. When you're trying to be SO good, New year, new silly diet, new thinking... and then they go and put chocolate next to the tuna cans, for example. Just hanging there. It's the same with pork scratchings hanging around the alcohol. We're doomed.

So, I assessed my shopping on the food belt whilst getting ready to pay. I always do. I like to nose around at other people's purchase choices, mentally tell them off for buying cheap barn eggs, or frozen meals. Tsk. Tsk. I looked at my choices, happy with what I was about to buy. Bar one. A rather obese packet of mini eggs was sitting next to some organic eggs and potatoes. Hm. Do I push them aside, like a brave Cake Girl would? Or do I keep them? I'm ill, and need some comfort....

I must have looked like a nutter.

Let's face it, that yellow bag was gonna come home with me and get eaten. I stood no chance.

What was even funnier, is when the mini eggs 'fell' into my trolley, a guy was asking and fighting the same question in his head. I sort of giggled, because I found it reassuring it wasn't just me who was responding to these little eggs.

Anyway.... I'm writing this post, scoffing the packet as I go.... I feel ever so guilty! But hell... I've got to try on a bridesmaid dress tomorrow..... EEEEK!

Gym starts next week.... Until then..... *nom nom nom nom*

(and yes, I've thought about naming the new pooch mini egg..... no.)

Much love,

CG xxx

PS - Have you ever tried 'non' Cadbury's mini eggs? Yeh. Crap aren't they?

Believe in fate? Food for thought...

2010-01-19T15:19:00.002Z

Silly question I have found myself asking recently.

I know I'm a nutter, adore feeling spiritual, realigning my chakra's, doing Reiki on myself... But man. Fate is strange.

If things seem 'fate-like', does this indicate our life is taking the path pre-determined for us? Does it indicate this is right, pass go, collect £200? Like de-ja-vu.... I feel quite settled when something like this happens.

I'm sure many of us have felt a tad lost, especially around this time of year. What does it all mean? Am I in the right career? Is my partner 'the one'? Shall I cut my hair short? How will I pay off my debt? When will things start making 'sense'? The truth is, there isn't that amazing POW! sign with a golden arrow pointing the way to a rich, fulfilling life. So, why do we believe in fate?

Take 9/11 for an example. Or the tragic bombings in London 5th July. According to certain religions, god determines when people pass over, so how does this work? How can we possibly think an innocent life was cut short because god decided they would be better off on the 'other side'?

How are you supposed to know when you found the 'one' person who was made for you? Is it a look in their eye that indicates a secret code which creates a reaction within you? My parents for example, were great together, but had different lives they wanted to fulfil, and they parted ways (still good friends). Who is to say when this happens, it was fate or they could see it coming?

Fate unfortunately makes me question every element of my life, the world and everyone in it. I have come to the conclusion life is just a road with hundreds of possibilities, and instead of waiting for signs, I'm going to stab in the dark and go with the flow. Life is for living, learning and making what you will of it. These golden signs tend to only exist when I least expect them to.

Our new unnamed puppy!

2010-01-14T22:54:00.001Z

This, is our new addition! She will be joining Rufus in February, so until then, we are thinking up groovy names that may suit her! So ladies and gents, this is where you come in. Have a look at these wonderful, gorgeous, drool worthy pictures, and give me some names for this little lady! She is just divine... I cannot wait to introduce her to Rufus... Yay!

Names I like thus far.... Chloe, Ruby, Maple, Coco, Goji, Misty, Lolly, Lula...

Much love (hope you can help!),

CG xxx

I hate feeling...

2010-01-10T22:14:00.001Z

...Depressed. It's so bloody annoying. Hits you like boom.

This evil monkey likes to visit me when I'm asleep. There I will be, happily dreaming about puppies, cakes and Paperchase goodies, when evil monkey slips inside my thoughts and invades my purest positive place.

I know when evil monkey has visited. As soon as I wake, my stomach turns, my energy has gone for a long walk and my emotions, heavily messed with.

I've accepted over the past 6 years that sometimes evil monkey comes to stay. I've accepted that sometimes he stays for a while, possibly because my gorgeous, happy thoughts need stamping on, I've also accepted that he will leave at some point, and I don't have much control over when that time is.

So. Evil monkey has arrived. He's here. Poking in my head, upsetting my thoughts and usual balance. My chakras are all out of sync. The sod.

I haven't been able to write a decent post because of this sodding monkey man. So my deepest apologies. I know evil monkey is loving every second.

I know it's the time of year for everyone's evil monkey to pay visit, tease about credit card bills, confidence, those few pounds that slipped on over Christmas. I just have to keep remembering that it will leave soon - Until then, I'm trying my darn hardest to remain positive.

So, my positive moves for the month are:

- Visit the gym as much as physically possible

- Visit the puppy once a week (makes me feel just fabulous)

- Read some really interesting, different books. I want to be able to learn something new from each book, that I wouldn't usually pick up in Waterstones (suggestions firmly welcomed)

- Get my gorgeous wonderful plan on its way to glory

Are you feeling the January Blues? What are your positive steps to feeling better? Let me know!

Much love,

CG xxx

I bring you the most fabulous cheesecake in the world...

2010-01-04T21:27:00.000Z

We all like pressies. Let's face it, my dream present would be cake. So, when the doorbell rang, I was presented with this polyester box, and wondered what an earth could be inside?

Something cold..... Hmmm. As I opened up the package, a letter fell out from the English Cheesecake Company!

I was completely bouncing off the walls at this point. They had asked me to review one of their gorgeous cheesecakes for my blog. My life, doesn't quite get better than that.

My "Flaked Out" cake came with this wonderful, dribble-inducing description:

"Smooth vanilla cheesecake filled with and topped with creamy flakey milk chocolate and topped with our own decadent dark chocolate fudge sauce."

So out came the camera. And here are some of the pictures....

*napkin/tissue may be required to mop up dribble*

Cake Girls verdict:

I tucked into this as slowly as I could. The vanilla cheese layer was light and fluffy, the chocolate biscuit base was just divine, and the flakes and the dark chocolate fudge sauce is just to die for.

I shared this with several friends (no jokes please, they were real! Not imaginary! I could certainly not have this bad boy to myself!), all of whom have heard of the English Cheesecake Company, but never tried one. They all helped me finish it off, with the occasional "mmmmmm" sound.

I was gobsmacked, this was most certainly the best cheesecake I have ever had. Quite simply, if you're into cake, having a dinner party, (they cater for weddings, may I add), a celebration, English Cheesecake Company are worth a visit. At £26.99 a pop (for the Flaked Out version, prices are according to cake!), that's £2.24 per slice....Bargain! They do smartie cakes, cookies and cream cake , truffle cake, fudge cake.... The list goes on!

Best web discovery for a cake lover! I will most certainly be ordering from them, and who knows? When Cake Girl gets married, I would hope the English Cheesecake Company would do me the pleasure of making a divine masterpiece just for me!

Have you tried English Cheesecake Company? What did you think? What do you think of the pictures? Are they making you hungry for cake right now?

Much love,

CG xxx

New Puppy Pictures!

2010-01-03T00:56:00.000Z

The Boy and I went to see the puppies today briefly... Gorgeous things! So here are some photos of the delightful pups, including one that I want (think The Boy will now let me!)....

Enjoy! x

New Year.... New Award!

2010-01-02T21:33:00.000Z

Hey darlings! Happy New Year! (Let's not talk about NYE - Mine was not great..... Forget Forget Forget!)

Man, I'm so mega chuffed.... A lady only known as *R* has given me my second award! I'm so completely gobsmacked... Thank you! So lovely to know people like my blog enough to give me fun awards...... *dances a little*

Soage! These are the rules to this blog award...

"Post 10 things that make you happy, try to do at least one of them today, link back to the person who awarded you and pass along for up to ten people."

Right. So.... The things that make me truly happy....

1) HAVING ANOTHER PUPPY! (The Boy has just agreed..... YES! *high fives self*)

2) Waking up and having a flat tummy. It rules.

3) Having a really warm bath, candles, possibly Heat magazine...

4) Cake. Has to be chocolate.

5) Having a spenny in Space NK. Oh yes!

6) Paperchase browsing.. and giggling. I love their randomness!

7) Hopefully having a new kitchen. I will take photos. My kitchen is soooo small, my arse just about fits in. And it's falling apart. Literally. #FAIL

8) Candles and Aromatherapy Oils. I'm a trained therapist. I can't help it.

9) Having a really good gym session, really sweaty and high as a kite. Working really hard and seeing results. Best feeling ever.

10) My family and friends. I would not be here without them. X

So, my people who deserve this award:

http://just----a----girl.blogspot.com/ - Lu! Gave me my first award, and is just wonderful...x

http://girlwithglasses143.blogspot.com/ - Girl with Glasses aka JING! Love her blog....x

http://shadesofholly.blogspot.com/ - Holly.... My best friend (in real life..... she's a beautiful person, and works wonders with make up!x)

http://princessboo88.blogspot.com/ - Stacey! Her blog is mega cute! x

http://latinahsweetcheeks.blogspot.com/ - LaDonna - If you're not following, make sure you do. Real cool down to earth chica! x

http://brunette-lady.blogspot.com/ - Lisa-Jane, just recently discovered this lovely lady, and I'm addicted. Keep up the fabulous blog lady! x

Right.... Must go and tidy/bath/think up puppy names...

Much love,

Cake Girl xxx

10 days without a blog post! How selfish of me!

2009-12-30T20:33:00.000Z

I'm so incredibly sorry my darlings... You know what it's like at Christmas... Can't please everyone 'n' all.

Right, soooo.... Back from a glorious time at my mothers abode in Oxford - Just really relaxed. It was wonderful to see her happier, as she has been so depressed and down (shall not delve into details). I really didn't want to leave. Makes me want to cry a little? I love my mummy!

(Picture of my cat Pickle, who currently resides at my mothers, and Rufus reunited for Christmas - They really do love each other? It's sooooo sweet!)

My granny (Gan Gan, remember from my photos post?) was also with us, and her partner Ben, and it was just ever so lovely, we all played cards, everyone got nicely drunk (I don't drink, remember?) and lots of gifts, food and warm fires just made my Christmas.

The Boy unfortunately was not with me on the actual day of said Christmas, but I had my precious Roofie with me! It was hilarious actually, we took him to the boxing day meet in Chipping Norton, and there was LOADS of female hounds, many of which were on heat. It took me and mummy a long time to realise, until he was humping a hound's leg. Embarrassing. Poor Roofie, it must have been like I dragged him to a strip joint and loads of play money...

Few other things to share.... I stopped an evil man from stealing in HMV today - Was really odd, as they let him go... Done my bit for the greater of good there... PLUS I don't know if I have told you before, but I have IBS, (random change of subject, I know) and I know I'm allergic to a ton of food, and it's just getting worse. So.... I'm thinking about doing a month of being Vegan, if not, just a veggie. Just to see how it effects my body.

I can't be bothered with NY resolutions, because they are set to be broken, (for me anyway) so my goal for the year is to be positive, and healthy. Boring huh!?!?!

How was your Christmas? Whatcha do? Do you have any random resolutions? Let me know! I'm nosey like that....

Much love and dreams to come true for you in 2010,

CG x

Brownies (Gluten-Free)

2009-12-20T01:59:00.001Z

First blog recipe! This is The Boy's glorious and wonderful sister's recipe, whom has given this to me upon special request! (She's a professional chef.... So I'm deeply flattered!)

I decided to make some Christmas brownies, and had a practice run, but also tested it out on a few of The Boy's friends as they came round for dinner.

For the record, I have an intolerance to gluten, so decided to make gluten-free (which really makes no difference taste wise, it's just easier on the tummy to process and digest - I know the word gluten-free can mean "Urgh, bet that's gross!") but this can be made with normal plain flour.

So, you will need:

280g Butter

500g Sugar

125g Coco Powder (I used Green & Blacks)

200g Chocolate (minimum 70% Coco)

4 Eggies (Organic - I don't agree with Battery Farm eggies)

200g Gluten-Free Flour (or Plain Flour)

1 Tablespoon of Vanilla Extract

Pre-heat the oven to 170 degrees...You may also require some rather dashing cutters, or you can cut them square.... Dependent on what the occasion is of course!

Melt the Butter in the pan on a low heat. Stir slowly!

Pour in the sugar slowly, and then the chocolate in small chunks. (Remember, don't heat too much, because chocolate can overcook and become a horrid consistency and it doesn't taste good at this stage).

As soon as the chocolate has fully melted, add in the cocoa powder in slowly. Once mixed in, take off of the heat and leave to cool for 5-10 minutes.

Add the four eggies individually. The consistency will change - Don't worry! It's supposed to look like it has curdled! (see picture below)

Once all the eggies have been added to the mixture, slowly add the flour. Whisk it up nicely, enjoying the yummy whiffs of chocolate! Once completed, the mixture is ready to be popped in its pan or tray. No buttering or grease proof paper required.

Pop it in the oven, and leave for 15-30 minutes. Check on it every 10 minutes, and if you love your brownies really gooey in the middle pull it out at around 15 minutes. If you have made thick brownies in one pan, allow longer just to make sure they are still gooey but not too gooey! Totally personal preference! Once done, your brownie cake should look something like this! Either cut into squares once cool, or use some funky cutters for the WOW factor. Here are some piuctures of how mine turned out.

RESULTS: The Boy's friends adored the brownies, and they went down a treat. Now to give them to some of my special selected few as a little pre-christmas homemade pressie!

Why don't you give them a try? Let me know if you do!

Much love,

Cake Girl xxx

Puppiesssss!!!

2009-12-17T19:51:00.001Z

Ok, so I promised to keep you informed, and I couldn't contain my excitement anymore!

Let me fill you in on what happened on Tuesday...

8:30am - Phone call from Rascal's mummy, saying she is acting strangely, and would I pop over to keep her company. I dashed over a soon as I could!

I arrived, to find a very happy Rascal who was wagging her tail and looked pleased to have some company. We shared some equally terrified looks, and she looked so desperate to get rid of her enormous puppy tummy.

She kept crouching down as if to do a wee, but nothing was coming out. I was told a ball of water usually pops out before a puppy (good preparation for the real thing! I thought...)

By about 13:30, she looked like she was trying to push regularly, so I placed her in the whelping box and sat tight, with gloves, scissors and a towel.

The first puppy popped out but Rascal was lying down. I removed it from its sack, got rid of all the mucus and gunk from its nose and mouth and gave it a gentle brush dry with the towel to get a reaction. It was moving! Next step, was to cut the cord. The bitch (I can say that here, it's in the right context!) would usually clean, cut and sort out her pups, but Rascal was so big, she couldn't reach around. I cut the cord (was scared I may be cutting the wrong thing, think ticking bomb and lots of wires to cut, and you're not sure which one to cut), and the puppy was reacting, it was yelping and just gorgeous. I cried.

Rascal's mummy steamed through the door just in time to see the new born. We then spent the rest of the afternoon just amazed by the next 5 to come. Wow. What an experience!

We had another surprise of the day. 4 hours later, another gorgeous puppy arrived! Very strange if you ask me! We thought something was still inside - and thought it was either the after birth, or a still-born (which we tried to ignore).

So! Here are some of the glorious pictures!

We are giving one to my mummy for her Christmas present, as she has always wanted a 'Rufus', but I tell you what, after bringing them into this world (well 4.... Rascal did the rest!) I seriously want one. The Boy however, won't let me. So, if you think this is unfair, PLEASE COMMENT! Hopefully it will help him change his mind!

Much love,

CG & puppies! xxxx

Flash News....

2009-12-13T22:21:00.000Z

I have 50 followers! WOOZWERS!!!! Thank you so much you gorgeous, wonderful 50 lovely people. You are all fabulous, and I love your blogs. <3 xxxx

Bad news = I did crash my car last night. I had much chocolate and a ciggie to help ease the pain. Hopefully I can get it fixed before christmas, or Cake Girl will be very restricted, and huffy.

This week, I will talk about:

Hummingbird Bakery - Opened in Soho, London!!! (Yay!)
The English Cheesecake company sent me the most WONDERFUL cheesecake, see my review and the drool-worthy pictures...
Rufus and his wife!!!! (Pictures)
What recent bad times/crashes/friends have taught me.

Much love ladies and gents and gorgeous wonderful followers! xxx

Cake Girls life in pictures.....

2009-12-08T17:06:00.005Z

I found some old pictures of me growing up, my mummy and my daddy, and some other cool stuff. I thought I would share them with you... And maybe spark you into searching for your old photos and reminiscing over fond memories!

Me and my Daddy!

What can I say? I like boxes.

My first kiss! His name is James Bates. hehe!

I loved to paint...

I clearly had fashion sense from get go. Those legs were made for Louboutins.

I actually think I look quite cool...(clearly I did then too)

I started mediating from an early age

This is my Mother's Mother. I call her Gan Gan! Still do! (Isn't she beautiful?)This was her photo when she was a journalist for The Kent Messenger...

Look at that jaw! Spade head!

I most probably thought it was something cakey.

Next to my uncles Ferrari! Oh yes!

Weeeeeee! (That clown is scarrrrrrrry)

I still find it immensely fun putting on socks. What joy!

lol.... I actually look like my Daddy's Daddy here... (I love the Sea!)

When I lived in Cornwall, my Daddy would take me to the beach after school sometimes. We found this really secluded beach we called "Secret Beach". I will always treasure going there and having BBQ's, lots of fun with my friends and fond memories of my Daddy being happy by the Sea....

*gets all proud*

This is my Daddy racing his Alfa. Racing was his passion, then I was born. He gave it up for me... I hope I was worth it!

My Daddy's dutch barge, Marea (means 'storm') in Dutch (?!). This boat is how I met The Boy. I miss this boat a lot - Great memories, but Daddy had to give her up (she was too expensive)... He now has a sailing boat instead

My uncle, expressing his love for Pork Scratchings. *dribbles*

My Mummy (notice the Gucci handbag?) You style Icon you....Although, carrying it very strangely! At Nick and Nush's wedding!

The three most important men in my life. My Father, my Uncle (Mummy's Brother) and my Gramps (Mummy's Daddy). I love this photo.... Even though my parents are divorced, we are still SUCH a close family. I love that.

Makes me feel so incredibly lucky.

My Mummy and Daddy on their wedding day! And that's my Daddy's racing car as their wedding car! How cool?!

My Mummy the day she found out she was pregnant with moi!

I pull that face.

Much love, CG xxx

Will you..... be my husband?!

2009-12-07T16:31:00.001Z

No. I'm not asking The Boy to marry me.

However, just recently, I have seen an immense amount of column inches on women proposing.

I was in Boots the other day, and overheard two women gassing about their girlfriend who is engaged! "How exciting", one said to the other. "Did she buy him the ring then?", my ears pricked. Did I hear what I just thought I heard? "Yes, with a diamond in!", they giggled. I must admit, I sniggered a little. I had a vision of this poor guy, wearing quite possibly her dream ring, from Tiffany or De Beers. Sitting pretty amongst manly finger hair and a dirty, chewed nail.

It sparked a debate in my head. Was it right? What did it mean? Was I living in Victorian times? It's all just quite frankly fascinating.

Firstly, let's just see here. 10% of women propose. HS Samuel have started a "Male Engagement Collection". Gone is the day of waiting. Why, women can now decide when the time is right. Get down on one knee and urm.... Ask their boyfriend to be their husband.

Something about it seems odd to me. I'm all for women acting on instinct, love and knowing they want one more than another.

Call me old fashioned, but as a woman, if you're engaged, it must be the most wonderful thing ever to be proud of your ring (no matter what the budget), proud your boyfriend bought it just for you, as a token of his love. Wouldn't you feel almost disappointed about not having an engagement ring? Call me shallow, but I'm not sure all the women out there who do propose, feel happy about not having an engagement ring too.

I'm not buying this "Men love diamonds too" bollocks. If I was going to propose, and I had to buy a ring, it wouldn't be all blingy. Partly because he'd get his mates ripping the piss out of him for having a 'lady ring'.

My view on this is:

This has been seen as an untapped market to make money. What if the bloke in question has actually been planning his big engagement idea for yonks, just to have his thunder stolen? What if he doesn't want to get married, but you do? What if it makes him feel inadequate, or even his male mojo has been flushed away?

I believe, in you're both in love, and non of this crap bothers either of you in the slightest, no feelings are hurt, no materialistic-ness gets in the way, then fabulous. But, I'm not sure everyone of these is.

I also believe, if we are changing with the times, BOTH partners should have an engagement ring. Why should anyone be left out? It only makes two people just as proud and appreciative. It's not about spending oodles of money either, by the way (although, if you have it...).

What do you think? Have you proposed to your man? Do you think it's all a money making scheme? Are you a bloke who just thinks your moment will be ruined or you would have proposed if you wanted to get married and you would feel forced? Whatever your view, I want to know, as I'm intrigued!

Love,

Cake Girl xxx

What's in Cake Girl's Make Up Bag?

2009-12-03T16:26:00.002Z

My make up bag. Very dirty, bought it a few years back in Matches for £50... Love Prada

Sooo.... What's (Sort of - My make up bag overflows....) inside?

My fave spray of the momay... (I made that light behind.... yes I did!)

My Smokey eye set... Which I just bought from Benefit. Was explaining the other day to a fellow blogger, I'm crap at putting on eye shadows and stuff (and I trained as a Beauty Therapist.... *slaps self*) sooooo, I bought this in hope of that. When I sort of master it and can find my proper camera (this is my iphone camera, its not great), I shall embarrass myself.

Ahhh.... My Laura Mercier stuff. I discovered this about 5 years ago in Spank (before anyone corrects me, you know what where I'm talking about - It's just I like to call it that).

White Diamond Eye Colour (I use to dot along my brow bone and in the corner of my eye)
Shimmer Pressed Bronzer (Own 5 at one time. Cannot live without this)
Mauve Eye Colour (Colour not really showing up here, but it's pearl-like)
Mahogany Brown Eye Liner (Just. To. Die. For. Only eye liner I use. Well, that's a lie.)
Tinted Moisturizer oil free version. Just amazing. My skin is allergic to most things, but this is very gentle, and doesn't bring me out in a rash "Fawn" Colour.

My Benefit Essentials

Bad Gal... For obvious reasons.
Ooh La Lift - I get horrid dark circles. Althougth I'm forever losing this little thing, hence why it's not been used much.
Lust Dust - I have millions of colours. Just Stunning. On the brow bone again is just amazing.

I will be honest. I have always been intimidated by MAC. I get scared, and don't know what I want to do with what, and how I want to do it. I'm slowly becoming more and more into MAC, but I'm still at a loss. Maybe I attract the wrong sales staff or something?

Mineralize Skin Finish - Medium / Dark (I actually bought this because of Muhsine and her raving about this a while ago - So I have you to blame!)
Girl About Town Lipstick - Everytime I wear this, everyone goes "Girl About Town" and winks. It's bizarre, but quite fun. So I like it!
Magenta Lip Pencil - To keep Girl About Town at bay. She likes to wonder...
Bountiful Plushglass Lipgloss - Just love this. All sparkly and cute. Used over Girl About Town can give a completely different look.

More Spank Goodies

My more expensive luxuries I CANNOT live without.

By Terry - Light Expert Perfecting Foundation Brush (Mine's Number 6). Just frigging amazing. Think it was £40, but feels like silk on your skin, and blends so well. I use this with Laura Mercier's tinted moisturizer, just to get a bit more cover up. But wow, I recommend this to everyone.
By Terry - Lipgloss (lost the shade number) - Looks super amazing on. However, it tastes DISGUSTING. Er. It always ends up in my mouth, and it's just gross. Think of that stop bite n grow nail stuff, but worse. *gags*
Darphin - Purifying Balm (£36 in Spank, but found it in Bicester Village for £27... Wahoo!). Just super dooooper wow. I pop this on before bed, and my skin is fabulous when I wake. Also, have discovered if you have been crying, have puffy eyes, a cold, a sad look in your eye, if you rub this on lightly around the eye area, hey presto!

My extra bits 'n' bobs

Bodyshop Brush - Had for 10 years. I love it. It's like my teddy.
My new "eco" brush from tesco. My hair shines nice.
Clarins Beauty Balm - Just incase I'm rather trollish.
No7 Protect & Perfect - Every girl needs this. Super brill, fab price.
Bobbi Brown Eyeliner Gel - Bought this on the plane. It's good, not as good as Laura Mercier's though.
YSL Glitter Puff - For Christmas and special fun times. Puff everywhere for a sparkle.
Vaseline - Rose edition. Just 'cuz.
Benefit pencil sharper
Benefit tilted brush - Perfect for eyelinering
Claire's Glass nail file - It's pink and cool.

Hope you enjoyed - For a non-make up girl, I have quite a bit of make up!

PS - I saw these Penguin earmuffs today - WANT THEM!!!

Cake Girls Currents...

2009-12-02T16:59:00.000Z

I nabbed this from http://bitsyscupcakery.blogspot.com and my, what a mighty fine blog she has! About Cake..... Nom nom nom.

Current books:
I'm reading a few. LA Candy (Lauren Conrad) - Truth is, I've been a few pages in since sailing in Greece back in September. Oops. Taming Tigers by Jim Lawless. He's a motivational speaker, one I actually know personally, and he sent me this book. It's a great read. I'm taming my tigers. Grr. *Paws screen*

Current Music:
OK, My current iTunes faves are:
Flashback - Calvin Harris (Great when you're dog walking.... It makes you smile and prance about)
You've got the Love - Original (Of course) and Florence. Ah. Amazing
I Can - Nas. Quite an old school track, but I love it.
Sweet Dreams - Beyonce. It makes me jiggle. A lot. And do the moves in the video. Badly.

Current shame inducing guilty pleasure:
I like to say "WALKIES!" to Rufus all the time. He looks soooooo cute when you say it. I think he's sussed. OR, watching MTV Base, alone, and swan about in the front room pretending to be one of the dancers in the video. Hot Stuff.
I also like to watch Wedding TV, even though I'm not getting (or planning) married! *hopes the boy doesn't read this.....*

Current colours:
Purple. Always? Pink, sometimes. I'm liking a bold blue at the moment, or for a while. Also a subtle grey. Yes.

Current obsessions:
Cake (not really current, more consistent), Elderflower, Nature's Valley bars *dribbles*, Hummingbird Bakery, Flash Forward, Christmas, PUPPIES!

Current drink:
I don't drink alcohol (shock!), but Elderflower, fizzy water, COCA COLA (always - although trying not to drink it at the mo)...... and some weird Manojo (?) Green Tea drink I can only find in Waitrose. It's proper yum.

Current song:
Flashback - Calvin Harris?

Current movies:
Hmm.... District 9 was awesome, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen was fun, Inglourious Basterds was good... I can't think of anymore....

Current tv shows:
Flash Forward, The Hills, The City, Harry Hill's TV Burps.... Pretty much it.

Current wish list:
My dream to come true. Infact, I have two right now.

Current needs:
Cake. Chocolate Cake.

Current triumph:
Saying "No" to Latin. Man, it was hard. Oh, and resisting the bait of an evil woman who is deluded and a bully. Meh.

Current bane of my existance:
I always crave cake. And cigarettes. And a gym-free-hot as hell body.

Current goal:
To gym a lot. And not eat cake until 9th Dec, and then only on Christmas Day. Also the dream(s) to work in 2010.

Current indulgence:
Cheese Panini's with marmite in from Starbucks.

Current blessing:
My dog, the boy, my family.

Current slang or sayings:
Meh.

Current (fav) outfits:
Leggings!, my new Steve Madden boots.....

Current excitement:
Christmas!!!!!!

Current mood:
Hmmm....... Hungry.

Cake Girl receives an award!

2009-12-02T14:04:00.001Z

Ok, so I know most of the fellow bloggers I follow have a million zillion awards to their bow, but that's because I follow the most amazing, wonderful bloggers ever. Fact.

For my readers who don't have a blog, maybe you will understand my happiness!

A wonderful, beautiful blogger who goes by the name of Lu has just given me this fabulous award. Thank you so much! xxx

So, I'm going to pass this on to my 5 favourite bloggers.... Here goes!

- VexInTheCity @ http://vexinthecityx.blogspot.com/ - She is just fabulous. Cracks me up...Down to earth posts, tells it how it is, and always makes me laugh. The attitude I wish I could bring to my blog! Hurrah!

- Laura's Blogy Blog - http://romanticdreaming.blogspot.com/ - This is one amazing blog. Just beautiful, addictive to read, and just fab. Most of the ladies I follow, follow this chick. Says summin'!

- Muhsine - http://bubblegarm.blogspot.com/ - Ok, so I started following Muhsine on twitter yonks ago by chance... And she is actually the reason why I started blogging. Her blog is just amazing. She is also stunningly gorgeous. AND! She makes jewellery? Amazing.

- FashionByHe - http://fashionbyhe.blogspot.com/ - I just like it. It just works. His blog makes me giggle.

- Paul - http://pfg84.blogspot.com/ - His art 'tis amazing. He is a VERY VERY talented artist. I hope he goes far - He actually created my pink profile picture....

Much love all! xxx

Quick Rufus Update...

2009-12-01T13:20:00.001Z

Just to keep you informed (because I said I would).... Rascal, Rufus's wife is officially pregnant! She is due in roughly 2 weeks! Woah! Scary huh!

Rufus had his friend, Mirabel, around to play this week - They had great fun in Richmond Park together, and will for walkies with us more often!

Will keep you informed about the puppies.....

Another learning curve...

2009-11-30T22:26:00.000Z

My lord. Cake Girl is having a rough time right about now! However, I have learnt some interesting lessons.

I have had to deal with a few sticky situations. Usually, I like to run away from problems, and pretend they didn't happen, muffle the annoying pesky sounds with 'lalalala' tones of soft, bubbling music. You know how it is, we have all been there.

Situation numbero uno. I had to admit I couldn't fulfill a challenge set. The toughest thing. I hate admitting defeat. I think it's wrong to think everything in life is achievable, because some things just aren't. For example, I found myself helping out on a fabulous, wonderful project, and due to lack of understanding, process and management, I was not able to help out properly. I actually cried a bit. I felt frustrated I couldn't do what seemed like a simple task, through no fault of my own, I may add.

Changing the situation slightly, I was forced to learn Latin* from scratch. I was thrown into the deep end, hearing all of these amazing, beautiful buzz words and not understanding what they all meant. In fact, I didn't have a clue...

I asked. I tried to interpret what the other Latin* speakers were saying. This was tough. I felt slightly left out and wanted to join in. I asked too many questions, elbowed my way in to discover, Latin* was very hard to grasp.

My teacher was a fluent Latin* speaker, who was not the best at explaining what he meant, or what he wanted me to do. Quite difficult when you are supposed to be a degree level Latin* student from get-go. I took my teacher to one side, and explained my concerns. I was not understanding, I felt inexperienced, I needed guidance if Latin* was meant to be for me.

Unfortunately, I didn't get it. I admitted defeat.

I'm not usually one for defeat, but today I had to explain to my Latin* teacher I would no longer be attending his class. I was petrified. I didn't know what he would think of me. I hate giving up because I have run away from problems in the past to know they hit you where it hurts not that long after you've stopped running. But this is one unique situation where for once I had to admit Latin* and I were (and are) chalk and cheese.

I feel so much better now I have discovered this, and can move on. But let me say this fellow CG readers, when something is bothering you, if you're not happy with something, if you don't understand, ask, speak out and deal with it. It saves your wonderful, beautiful, valuable time, which I would have spent moaning and sobbing on The Boy's shoulder - Which wouldn't have been that great. Let me tell you.

Much love, and I hope this Latin* story relates to you, in my wacky little way.... x

Latin* has been changed to protect the identity of a certain industry cake girl entered.

It's coming!

2009-11-26T10:32:00.000Z

Christmas is upon us... An exciting time of year for Cake Girl! Full of pretty sparkly must haves...

But this year, brings with it something extra special. My favourite bakery in the whole wide world is expanding. Oh yes! More opportunity to buy cake! Hurrah! The Hummingbird Bakery are branching out in Soho, on Wardour Street (I can invisage the lunchtime cake queues already!) in early December, just in time for some Christmas cake loving!

If you're familiar with Hummingbird, you will know their cakes are pretty much the most talked about cakes in London. If you're lucky, you may find Rihanna, Gwyneth Paltrow, Matthew Williamson, Scarlet Johansson or even Elle Macpherson scoffing their faces in one of the bakeries. Yes, that's right. They all adore cake.

You are completely mad if you don't queue for a Red Velvet cupcake on Portobello for ages on a Saturday. You are equally mad if you don't demand your other half get you a HB cake for your birthday, or any other special occasion, and if they don't get you one, you will refuse to speak to them (It worked for me. All I will say!).

The new store is going to have a fabulous feel inside, with dressed with funky decor and quirky artwork, which will slot in very comfortably in Soho. The best thing is, this bakery will be open until 9pm seven days a week! Yes, this means cocktails and dinner with the girls followed by a night-cap indulging in cakes, pies, tarts and so on!

Another unique bonus, cake-lovers can have a private consultation in a special booth to discuss bespoke cake orders for any occasion. I'm just totally in love. So, cake until late, private consultations, fabulous warm loving cakes, all in the heart of London.

I really hope Hummingbird Bakery spread in the UK just as quickly as the cakes fly out of their bakery. Their branding, unique flavours, the cute little carrier boxes and wonderful bubbly staff all make the overall experience of buying one (or several) cupcake(s) just exceptional.

I also love the fact they make everything from scratch, at the bakery. No nasties in these cakes.

Remember, first week of December @ 155a Wardour Street!

Set it in your diary! Bring a friend. Share the cake love.

(Guys - Take note. A cake from here as a present to your loved one will improve your love life. FACT.)

Now, whilst on the subject of Hummingbird Bakery, I discovered they have created the most sumptuous stationary *gasp* range. Had I known, I would have included this in my stationary post last week!

However, just look at these gorgeous pieces... I want them all <3

(Guys - Perfect little stocking fillers)

Don't live in London? Need Hummingbird Bakery in your life? Understandable. You need their cookbook. It is JUST incredible. I remember wandering in, trying to pal up with the staff a few years back to get an idea of the ingredients. They never did let on!

My favourite recipe out of this gorgeous book is the Red Velvet recipe cake. It turned out a treat, and everyone fell in love and demanded the recipe immediately. Again, if you know someone who is completely CAKE crazy, or just loves food/baking/pretty pictures, this is the book for them.

WARNING: Pictures within this book will make you drool. Fact.

<3 Hummingbird Bakery? Follow them on twitter! @hummingbbakery

Stella McCartney for GAP Kids

2009-11-24T14:08:00.000Z

There I was.... In Kew Retail Park, browsing the delights, happy and content. I passed by GAP Kids, and just so shocked, a lady actually stopped me to ask if I was alright. My face had clearly been a horrific picture.

(I am dramatic. That is indeed a fact. But I enjoy it, so just keep up.)

Staring back at me where the most gorgeous children with cute and cuddly animals. These ones below infact.

These were just adorable. I actually wish they had an adult version of that jacket too.

Then, something looked odd and out of place.

I rubbed my eyes. Was I seeing what I really thought I was seeing? A tiny, vulnerable, beautiful little girl, and a fucking fox? No bloody way.

Then, to rub it in my face some more, this stared back at me.

Oh no, they didn't.

HOW irresponsible is GAP exactly? When did Fox's become a 'pet'? Something CHILDREN could actually hold?

I'm all for fashion of all sorts, I don't agree with fur, I don't agree with sweat shops. I don't agree with overpriced garments and I don't like fashion to mislead.

This, ladies and gentleman is promoting a dangerous animal as a gentle, cuddly pet.

I was so annoyed, I wrote quite a rude letter. I mean, how many children may look at this (just like they did with Nemo, Babe....) and think, 'I can touch foxes in the garden and pick them up!". FACT, foxes have harmed children, babies, and adults. Aswell as those cute bunnies, geese and chicks in the advert.

I'm not happy one bit about this. Talk about misleading for the sake of fashion.

GAP, be very ashamed of yourself. I shall never buy anything from you again. So there.

*blows big raspberry*

A very unimpressed Cake Girl. X

What a week!

2009-11-21T12:27:00.001Z

So... I've started my new joberoo...Wahoo!

I'm getting more and more christmassy by the second! On Wednesday I went into town for the Marylebone High Street lights turning-on-moment, however missed it due to delays on the Piccadilly! (typical) It was so magical though, as they always do fake snow, carol singing, mince pie scoffing, every Londoner who owns a dog and a child is usually there, and my old office is right above the most wonderful book shop ever, Daunt Books. Seriously, if you are a book worm, you must go. I get engrossed every time, and discover a new section and get all excited fingering through the most spectacular books.

Anyway... So it was just wonderful, and made me feel all Christmassy! Hurrah!

Going back a while, my grandfather bought me the most amazing Cartier watch for my 21st, the same as my mothers infact. Little did I know, I was allergic to gold. I developed a really gross and painful rash and itched everywhere for days. I was deeply upset, because my grandfather lives in America, he is my idol. He was once on the wanted list for Saddam Hussein, won an Emmy for a report on him, had an affair with Anne Robinson (God, I'm exposing my family now), yes the real one, and generally has the most amazing, could-be-made-up-life experiences. As a child he was just fascinating. But I didn't see him very often. As you can imagine, I was completely gutted my watch was unwearable.

I tried to take it back to Cartier, but they wouldn't accept it. Typical. I did some research, shopped around and found a fabulous Cartier specialist to get it valued and hopefully exchanged.

I handed over the precious red leather box and awaited its fate. I explained the watch I wanted (and always have wanted) as replacement.

They laughed at me. Chanel? A watch maker? "They should stick to what they're good at", replied the watch specialist. I felt quite embarrassed. He went on to explain they don't hold their value at all, are worth nothing second hand.. etc etc.

I then had a massive internal debate.

What do I do? Thing is, I have ALWAYS wanted a Chanel J12 watch. Anyone who has known me since I was small, knows that it is my dream watch. The black one is fairly recent though, and not as common as the white J12.

What does Cake Girl do?

Do I go with my heart (I wouldn't ever sell it anyway.. so I'm not concerned on value) and buy it, even though I have to save up another load of money, OR do I buy something else with the money?

Whatever I do, I know I want to be able to look at said item, and think of my Gramps. My dear, wonderful Gramps. Who is the most precious man in my life, bar my father and my dog. He really is the most amazing man in the world, and will always have a story to tell. I want an object that when I look down (or up) at it, I smile. I think of my childhood and my precious moments with him.

Part of me thought I should use the money to fly out to see him in the States, and spend a long weekend just me and him together.

Thoughts ladies and gents?

Much love,

CG xxxx

Cake Girl has a new job!

2009-11-19T23:27:00.000Z

Woah. Never did I think this time would come....

I've been looking for a gorgeous little part time job to keep me through the winter months, mainly to survive whilst working on my exciting secret project.

So, along came this amazing, fabulous opportunity and I'm caking it. (hehe).

It's an amazing opportunity, cannot tell you too much about it (mainly because of ex-stalker boss, being well, stalkerish and all sorts), but mainly because Cake Girl has to be a secret. They can't know I'm a complete Cake fiend.

So, I'm scared, as this is a whole different sector to what I am used to (eeeek), but THE learning experience I need, with a strong team and a multitude of highly experienced people to learn from.

And! I get to walk past where I was born EVERYDAY! (Well, 3 days a week...). Is it weird and slightly sad that I get all happy and have a skip in my step, knowing I started my life there?

Ah. I care not.

Also, remember that book I wrote a post on? That gorgeous book with the words about changing the world? Well, the boy knew I was feeling down recently, so as I arrived home, I discovered this little beauty...

Remember ladies and gents...... You can change the world, in your own little teeny weeny way.

Much love,

CG xxx

My life changing moment... Part deux

2009-11-16T10:23:00.002Z

My parents were worried sick. I had never felt like this before, terrified to go out. Mentally numb. Energy sucked away from me. My mum took some time off her very busy work schedule to just get me through the day. Some days, I would literally be in the same position she left me in, if she did go to work. I would literally forget to eat.

Daddy suggested I go see a head witch. My doctor prescribed me anti depressants immediately, without aftercare or even sending me on to see someone (a very dangerous thing, to know that some GP’s will hand out drugs willy-nilly). Dad helped me find a private counselor (NHS takes months), and we found a lady called Edwina.

I was nervous, I didn’t know what to expect. I felt sick. She was a lovely woman, who always painted her nails a very odd colour, had a different plant each week, the same turned up corner in the rug, and her notebook which she used to write notes in. I always wanted to get inside of that notebook.

We talked about my childhood, my parents’ divorce, bad times and the attack. She seemed to think all of my previous bad experiences and situations had never been dealt with, including my parents’ divorce. And it had all come out because of this attack. If I’m honest, I was never quite sure about that. Yes, I’ve had several peoples fair share of bad times; my parents actually get along just fine. I began to wonder why I was going to counseling.

Mum thought it may be a good idea to get a part time job, to build up my confidence, and hopefully it would reassure me that not everyone would attack me.

I applied for a job in sweatyBetty. They were incredibly understanding of the situation, and really supported me. My confidence grew day by day, and three months into my new job, I was offered a management position with them.

Whilst I was working for sweatyBetty, my court case against this man (if you can call him that) was going through. It became clear that he was just very drunk, and had taken drugs the night he attacked me. The Police didn’t actually test him for drug intake, because they knew he would get let off instantly (which I am thankful for…), however, what I didn’t expect was that he was a trainee barrister, celebrating his exams.

This man went to court. He pleaded guilty. His father was a lawyer. His father represented him in court. He got away with it, because he couldn’t remember anything. This man, is now out there, representing members of the general public in court.

I was SO angry. I still am angry. Part of me wants to find out WHO he is (his identity was protected, would you believe?) and turn up in his posh, swanky office and tell him how he changed my life forever. That he is the reason I’m scared to drink, why I get scared of drunk people, why I have never taken drugs, and why I will never EVER be able to walk down the street without thinking I may be attacked again.

After this news was revealed to me, his father got in touch with my mother to ask if I would attend court as a witness to his attack. I kindly declined.

I was given £1000 compensation money from the government (and people slip over and get £15,000…..*no comment*), and decided to turn all of this negative, bad luck into something positive.

I trained as a Holistic Therapist (for those who don’t know, it’s a posh word for a massage therapist, but one that takes the mind, body and spirit into consideration).

Soon, I felt positive. I was learning something beneficial for others, and I found it so rewarding massaging clients with ailments, and it made me feel good. It made me feel good about myself, for once.

I stopped counseling. I didn’t need it anymore. I knew who I was. I was Cake Girl.

Friday 13th! winces

2009-11-13T14:01:00.000Z

Last night, a small group of us went to Ground in Chiswick (THE best burgers in town), and it was just delicious...

(The Boy checking the menu)

This is what I looked like (New snowflake by Anna Lou), I love this hat, however I look like I have an Octopus head when I wear it. But hey, that's the look, right? and just some subtle black eye liner. (Benefit daaaaahling). On my face, I have Laura Mercier tinted moisturiser, "By Terry" foundation stick (tiiiiny bit) and MAC mineral powder on top. Bad Gal lash a la Benefit, but of course.

Todaaaaay, I went to M&S for some snacks for lunchage, found a £10 note outside! So I picked it up, and found (and got dragged by staff... oh yes) the 1p bizarre. I was thrown socks, ties, satsumas, money boxes, playing cards, handkerchiefs and mini yule logs (YUM!), all for a little donation to The Shooting Star Foundation. So I gave them the £10. I felt amazing! Giving really does feel good. I should really do it more often.

Here are the goodies I got given!

Also, I went into NEXT, and saw these amazing Christmas gifts... So me, don't you think?

Random note, was talking to my mother on Skype yesterday and she has a new webcam. It came up as this dog and it mouthed when she spoke! Had me in stitches! Thought I would share that with you...

Much love,

CG xxx

Thursday Taggeroo

2009-11-12T12:07:00.003Z

Happy Thursday!

I spotted this reading through LottieB's superb blog and had to tag myself on one of these, because I haven't actually done one before! *feels nervous* So here goes!

1. Mood:

Pondering. Hungry. Happyish.

2. Do you read or study with the TV or music playing in the background?

I have about 10 things going on around me all the time - Usually the TV, dog running around with my fresh socks (or dirty ones are his favourite), The Boy swearing at his laptop, frequently, the washing machine, dishwasher, builders next door, planes over head. You get the picture. Somehow, I manage to concentrate. *feels proud*

3. Do you wear glasses?

Sort of! So, I really wanted a pair (typicaly girl) and bought some FABULOUS Chanel glasses a few years back for 'reading and driving'. To be fair, I think I need new lenses. More of a fashion thing really. Wear them to look the part. Although I wouldn't admit to it.

4. Outfit:

I'm a state as I haven't changed from walking the dog. Two Jumpers. One bright red, one bright purple. Big black warm hat. Leggings. Two pairs of socks. Attractive.

5. Cold weather — love it or hate it?

Hmm..... bit of both? I like to be outside wrapped up warm in the cold (Richmond Park) however been in my house, freezing my butt off is not very fun.

6. Eyes/Lips/Cheeks:

Naked! *gasps*

7. What was the last nice thing to happen to you?

The Boy bought me a wallet from Anna Lou yesterday. T'was lush.

8. Something you’d like to remind yourself of today:

Not far enough in to the day yet...

9. Guys who carry man purses — yes or no?

Definitely yes! There is nothing more annoying than, "Can you carry my keys, wallet etc etc?". Plus, I think man bags are hot! <--- Lottie, couldn't agree more! The Boy is forever saying "pop my sunglasses in there"...... *huffs*

10. Weekly goals:
Finish my important project, exercise 5 times a week, and be happy.

Please feel free to do this tag ladies!

CG x

Today's happenings in pictures...

2009-11-12T00:01:00.000Z

Good evening all...

I had a rather fabulous day. Consisting of walkies in Richmond Park with Rufus, a romantic wander into town with The Boy, followed by an accessories hunt, Anna Lou rampage and staring at Carnaby Street's magnificent lights.

Also, half way through making another photo collage. And my fabulous new food shopping bag.

Hope you all had a wonderful day too?

Much love,

CG xxx

My life changing moment...

2009-11-09T15:04:00.001Z

Apologies for going into depressive posting mode... I saw "Kate: My Beautiful Face" last night and I just cried my eyes out, and felt compelled to share a deeply personal part of my life with you.

(By the way, thank you for all your fabulous, wonderful messages thus far! You're all very special readers, and I'm really glad you're loving the Blog. ;) xxx)

I was 16. Half way through me GCSE's (literally). I went for a yummy Pizza Express pizza with a girlfriend and two male friends. As we came out, laughing and giggling about something silly, my world went into slow motion. Stood in front of me, a heavy built, dark haired man staggered along, being held up and reassured by his friend. It was like a movie. Someone was flicking from frame to frame, as this large man came towards me, appearing through my vision to attempt to hug me. As his large, heavy fist locked contact with my face, my world went blank.

The pain. I woke up to find the pavement staring at me. A familiar voice screaming. Complete shock. Immense pain. I noticed blood trickling from my face, all over my clothes. Strangers where surrounding me, trying to comfort me. My ears numb to what was being whispered. I touched my face. The whole left side felt numb. I cried. Strangers where looking at my face, wincing. I have never, ever felt so alone.

I looked up ahead of me, stumbling to get up. Feeling anger. The burly man who had 'hugged' me, was laughing. Pointing at me. I felt weak and knelt to the floor. Scared. What had I done?

The man's friend was calling the Police. An angry mob started to attack the man. His friend stood helpless. Trying to stop the violence. Everything was numb. A gentleman came up to me and asked me if I was alright? If that man had attacked me. I nodded. I watched as he went up to the man, and kicked him in the face, repeatedly. I went into complete shock.

Police and one Ambulance arrived, what seemed a lifetime after the incidents. The man was lying in a pool of blood, unconscious on the ground. I was surrounded by at least 20 people, protecting me and comforting me. So kind, helpful and there. My mummy arrived and I felt safe. A Policeman asked me if I wanted to go in the ambulance with the man. If I remember correctly, I said "F*ck no". He then asked me if I wanted to press charges, to which I said "F*ck yes". My first and probably only chance to swear in front of a policeman.

I arrived at hospital. I was taken into pediatrics, because my mother didn't want me in A&E with that man. I went for a wee. As I walked into the toilet I stared at my face. I hadn't seen it. I'm not sure what I thought. My lip was split very badly. My whole jaw swollen. I wondered what I had done to deserve this. Why karma had decided I must have this happen to me.

After having my lip stitched up (which was terribly painful I may add), mummy drove me home. I didn't speak in the car. I went to bed and just felt completely numb.

I failed the rest of my GCSE's. Understandably. The college I was going to understood the circumstances, and took me on anyway. 6 months after the attack, I was what I thought was normal. I didn't cry. I didn't talk about it. I just carried on. I got distinctions in my course, and then without warning, boom.

I woke up one day, and couldn't get up. I lay there in floods of tears just completely broken. I was terrified. My parents were terrified. For 2 weeks, I didn't go out of the house. I lay there, in my bed. Angry at what had happened. Confused as to why I was dealt that card. I felt failure. I knew I wouldn't get into University with my failed qualifications. I would never become a Horse Physiotherapist. I felt like a complete waste of space.

.... More later. x

A revealing, personal note... (very embarrassing and emotional post)

2009-11-06T18:06:00.000Z

I was thinking about what to write next in Cake Girl's world this afternoon...

It got me thinking. I want to talk about my curves. Yes.

When I first met The Boy, I had been through a VERY bad breakup, which involved me being in self-destruct mode, which involved smoking too many Vogue menthol's (Ah! I miss them!), not eating nearly enough (and junk food at that) and generally hating myself. I became, quite slim. Well slim for me.

I look back at old photos (see?) of my toned tummy.... All starved and sitting pretty. Beleive it or not, I used to be able to eat a whole load of cake, and it wouldn't go anywhere. I know, not fair, huh? *strokes screen*

So anyway... I had a bright idea. I decided, I want to try something different from the pill (I bet you're thinking "what's this got to do with anything?"), so I decided to have a look into the Implant.

Now guys, this probably won't be a very relate-able story, so my apologies. But this is something I have wanted to get off my chest for yonks now.

Off I trotted to the doctors. Happy, merry, thinking about how I won't have to take another pill I may even never have a period (hurrah!) and of course, I don't have to go back to the doctors for agggggges! Wahoo!

In I went to get this tiny weeny rubber white stick popped in my arm. Cool! I thought. I even made my friends touch it under my skin, it was gross!

A few days went by... I was still training at the gym, but started to get headaches. I never get headaches. These very quickly turned into migraines. It was so bad, I had to stay in bed and even missed work. I felt really upset all the time. I found myself crying over everything, anything. I became paranoid, even of myself and began to feel incredibly scared as to what the hell was going on.

I also had THE worst visit from *Mother Nature* of my life, with a constant, ridiculously heavy period. After phoning the doctors several times, to which I heard "It will settle" or "Your body is just getting used to it", I decided to leave it in for a month in hope that it may soon 'settle'.

After one month I put on 1 1/2 stone in weight. Shocker. I was going to the gym religiously to try and stop it, I even stopped eating to try and stop it. I cried. I noticed all of my friends, my boyfriends friends suddenly looked at me differently. My close friends knew what pain I was going through, but from the outside, I looked like I suddenly gave up on my appearance. I was completely devastated. *gets emotional reminiscing* I was deeply hurt that people would assume I just ate too much. Little did they know...

I admit, when I saw this picture tagged of me on FB, I cried.

I booked in to have the implant out. Typically, the day before I had it taken out, I found a forum online which hundreds of women had written on, who had all gained up to 3 stone in a YEAR being on this horrid nasty evil stick. I CANNOT beleive how naiive I had been, thinking this stupid stick would solve my problems of forgetting to take my pill. How foolish I felt.

I immediately felt unattractive to The Boy. I remember bursting into tears in front of him numerous times, saying how much he must hate me, and how unattractive I must be.

I had a massive row with my doctor having it out. He didn't want me to have it out (little did I know, doctors get PAID to put these implants in, so of course they don't want to take it out of their patients? How RIDICULOUS is that?), and I just demanded with my arm stuck out, that he do it right there and then. How dare someone in the medical profession, ignore excessive weight gain, migraines and depression. I'm still utterly disgusted.

That was last year in May. I have literally worked my BUTT off at the gym to try and get back down to the real 'me'.

My hormones immediately recovered, I felt normal, happy and not tearful. The only thing that is still effected now, is my period. They are irregular.

Anyway, I wanted to set the record straight to anyone who thought that my love for cake had actually taken over me, or thought I didn't care about my appearance, I got 'fat' for hormonal reasons (the implant), which wasn't my fault.

I am still not happy with how I look, if I'm truthfully honest. I get worried if I can't get to the gym and I beat myself up if I can't go. I'm terrified of feeling how I felt before. It was just horrible. I would not wish that upon anyone.

I tell you what I am going to do though, from now on, is celebrate my curves. Or try to at least. I'm a lot smaller than I was (HURRRAAAAAAAH), but I am who I am. I'm never going to be skinny. I don't want to be either. I just want to be happy, bouncy, confident and curvaceous. Big butt, big boobies, small waist. Yes.

I just wish, that anyone else going through what I went through, knows there is light at the end of the tunnel, many women have had similar problems with weight gain on the implant, and most importantly, if you're eating correctly, and exercising, it's not your fault. I was lucky enough to have supportive people around me, and be strong minded enough to be able to pull through and see it as motivation rather then deterrence.

My personal trainer has been just fabulous too. He has really boosted my confidence, and made me realise I can achieve my highest fitness levels.

Have a fabulous weekend lovelies... <3 xxxx

This Christmas.... I would ++++++++++++++++++++++++....

2009-11-05T23:28:00.003Z

A number of things! So I thought it best to write a list... Partly for fun, because I love window shopping...

Sweaty Betty anything.... Just pure wow! Tamara has really converted sB into an incredible brand, and I'm so proud to have started off my career there!

Mulberry... No explanation or picture needed. Oh, Ok then!

A Toy Watch. I just want one in every friggin' colour.

A Tamagotchi. I have cravings for several.

This Alexander McQueen Clutch. I've had my eye on it since I saw one in Italia in August. *drools*

A Crossfire. The Boy and I have nearly bought one several times.

I think that's enough for now... But these few stocking pressie ideas should do the trick...

Spooky goings on in Cake Girls world...

2009-11-05T11:04:00.005Z

OK. So we know I'm a tad mad. However, as of late, some really weird things have been going on. I believe in guardian angels, spirits, energies.... all of that. I have had my fair share of coincidences for me to not ignore it.

So, long story short, I firmly believe my guardian angel is my great grandma. In the last 5 years, she has been there when I have been at my lowest, in my darkest moments of depression. She is also there when I need cheering up, when I need an energy boost, and she comes to tell me she's proud every now and again (told you I sound like a loon... huh?!).

But just recently, those that know me personally will know I have had a terrible time with a certain lady who has been the figure of evil in my life and just totally unreasonable and really knocked my confidence, and generally made me feel like crap. Great grandma says what goes around comes around, and I just hope I never ever see her again in my life. I know I will because of my career path, however I will keep my dignity and self respect intact (something she lost along time ago) and will refrain from stooping to her level. It's too easy! Ok I've digressed totally....

Weird shit has been going on in the flat. I'm starting to feel something around more than normal. It's not negative, it's just there.
So you should know The Boy doesn't believe in ghosts and ghouls... or anything pretty much that comes out of my mouth (true fact).

The other night, I was fast asleep, dreaming of cake most probably, and The Boy was restless. He tried to go to sleep after watching a film and felt something touch his arm and eye. He opened his eye to reveal a mass of dark grey and purple smoke, laying above my whole body.

He turned the light on after staring for a while to make sure what he was seeing, was in fact actually there, and it disappeared.

So, he told me this, and of course I have not been able to sleep since. But what was stranger, is I woke up after the 'smoke' incident and was desperate to go to a Spiritual Church. I'm going tonight. Not sure what's going on, but I need to get to the bottom of it (hehe, I said bottom), as my whole body is lethargic, I feel like something is going to happen.

Will keep you informed. One things for sure, I didn't eat that much cake over my birthday period, so something is definitely up!

Much love,

CG xxx

A confession.

2009-11-04T20:12:00.001Z

I just adore stationary. I get extremely excited at the prospect of coming across a Paperchase, or even (if lucky) a unique boutique full of unnecessary-must-have pens, thick, luscious paper, stickers, desk accessories... You name it. I'm there.

My office at home is full to the brim with pens (I think if I counted, it would reach possibly 1000+), Moleskin books in every colour and size, sparkly things to attach to homemade cards or pressies, and stunning staplers, pastels, paints, brushes... You get the picture.

My secret fetish is stationary. There, I've said it. Christmas gets even more exciting for me, because that's when sparkles galore come out to play, teasing me with their gorgeousness.

So, here are my top unnecessary accessories for the girl about town...

Mulberry Daria Sleeve for Mac's. Coming soon....
This Paperchase Recipe Book...
This Penguin Hot Water Bottle.... Not sure why, but I like it.
Sewing Kit. Need to get me one of these...
Card Making Kit. Essential...
Moleskine everything, in every colour possible. Trust me, they will come of use one day.
Phone bling... Again, I don't have these, and only got attracted by the sparkles and want one. (See what I mean? It's addictive?)
Dog superhero costume. Every home requires one.
Napkins...

My Halloween/Birthday Make Up...

2009-11-04T18:36:00.004Z

You like?

Everyone thought it was a tight mask, and kept trying to pull it off!

I used:
Face Paint (Black and Purple)
Barry M Shimmer eyeshadow (can't remember exact colours)
Glitter Spray
Patience.

xxx

My Birthday Cake...

2009-11-04T18:34:00.003Z

You know not to even ask where it's from right? Red Velvet cake. And no, I haven't managed to eat it all.

That is all.

My boy is making puppies!

2009-10-20T14:47:00.012+01:00

My Rufie xxx

Big part of my life right now, so just had to share...

My darling Rufus got 'studded' in Richmond Park a few weeks back, and matched up to a gorgeous young Patterdale cross, called Rascal.

Rascal being flirtatious

Rufus is nearly three, and we are forever asked when he will have puppies etc etc, so it seemed like perfect timing! It does feel slightly odd, that your pride and joy is suddenly growing up, becoming an adult, making puppies, it's all quite scary really!

Rufus (have to write who it is! Quite hard to tell apart!)

So The Boy gave him a chat. Rufus listened the best he could. I searched google, youtube (Don't. It's gross) for tips and advice.

Rufus trying to listen to daddy....

We arranged to meet up for a trial run in the park. I must admit, it was terribly funny! Lots of missing, yucky stuff and exhausted owners and pets! We decided to try again, for a whole day.

So I went up to my mothers house in Oxford, because there's lots of land, and it was the perfect place for romantic puppy making.

The lovers (Rascal and Rufus)

They did it, twice. All I will say is, I didn't realise dogs really stick together, for more than 5 minutes! They spent the rest of the day being all loving, ear-licking and lying together by the fire. The perfect chemistry for Christmas puppies!

Rascal and Rufus enjoying the hot fire...

Worst thing is now, is I desperately want one. Seeing Rufus with another dog just made my heart melt! Of course, now he's a wreck, his love has gone (with it the puppy-making-action) and he's just in bits.

The Boy has told me I cannot have one, however, I just think, I will not be able to see those puppies at Christmas, and not be able to fall in love with one of them. Question is, boy or girl?!

Will keep you informed/pictured up to the eyeballs with Rufus and Rascal's progress.

Love,

CG & Rufus x

Rufus sticking his tongue out

Queen bee, Miss. Rascal

My Birthday Party Banner...

2009-10-18T18:09:00.002+01:00

Thought I should share this with you....

I'm dead proud of it!

(Polyvore)

"I'm going to change the world, and this is my plan..."

2009-10-18T17:44:00.004+01:00

I saw this statement on a notebook in a lovely little boutique gift shop in Richmond yesterday. I nearly bought it, mainly for inspiration, mainly to write my world-conquering-thoughts within, and mainly because, well, I just love stationary (In fact, I should start up Stationary Anonymous. It's borderline addiction. Paperchase, Muji, and Art shops are my haven for pens and moleskin books. Anyway, this is an entirely different posting opportunity)

Back to the point in hand, when I was growing up, I didn't want to be a Vet, or a Teacher, Nurse, Artist, Popstar or Dancer, oh no. I wanted to change the world. I wasn't sure at this point, how I would actually do it, however my little idea I have been developing over the last 5 years, is aimed to do just that.

Quite cocky, some may say. Not really. My view on changing the world is different from most. I believe everyone can, in their own different way.

My point is, my "idea" aims to help others. Positively stimulating minds, educating, motivating and entertaining. I won't go into too much detail (spoils the fun really) but this is my dream.

So whilst I laughed, and picked up this notebook, with those beautiful words inscribed on the front cover, deep down, I knew, it was a little sign from the cake fairies to give my idea my full attention. Unleash its potential.

Stay tuned.....

Much love,

CGxxx

Cake Girl visits Greece!

2009-09-23T13:34:00.008+01:00

Wow...Greece was delicious!

We arrived in Vounaki, one of Sunsail's bases and got welcomed aboard our yacht for the two weeks. Copernicus was her name, although we ended up calling her Copper-Knickers. We set sail the next day, and headed for Lefkas. We were all in our bikinis and Mr Ripley's (looking incredibly pasty, may I add) and already felt relaxed. Not much wind for sailing however. Next day, we headed up to Paxos (my FAVOURITE Island of the whole trip - You must must must visit). It was a long day, 29 miles to sail, and the wind was 23-25 knots, and it was very VERY choppy. We all felt sick and survived on grapes and digestives (all we could reach without getting thrown about downstairs). Lakka was where we stopped in Paxos. It was just stunning! We had some drinks in Bar Fanis (hehe.....) and I wanted to take all of the cats home with me. One had a broken foot! Kind of glad I'm not a vet, otherwise I would have just wanted to care for them all.

We sailed up to Corfu, and then back down the mainland. It was absolutely gorgeous. We snorkeled in crystal clear waters, saw one jellyfish (ew) whilst in the water, otherwise whilst sailing we saw massive big jellies. No sharkages though, thank god. Some starfishies! Pipefish were my favourite...

We had beach parties with all of the Flotilla (group of yachts on the same trip), lots of late night drinking and fun to be had, and met some truly wonderful people. It was JUST what I needed after being made redundant, and I'm so glad I had the Greek Islands to depend on for my recovery. Oh, also the caves are beautiful! Wow. Just absolutely stunning. We're hoping to go to the BVI's on a Flotilla next year.... It was just so much fun. I used to sail Dinghy's when I was a child, so I really got my confidence back sailing, so I look forward to joining my daddy on his sailing boat down on the Solent more often. Before I go, I must share this picture of The Boy, Greek Dancing. *chuckles*

Love from a chocolate brown CG xxx

Cake Girl gets ripped...

2009-09-23T13:11:00.006+01:00

Well, not quite....Thought it sounded funny.

OK, so redundancy has striked Cake Girl.

Plenty of Cake was to be had, (some ciggies, naughty naughty), so the pre-redundancy toned-slick-muscles have been turned to squidgy, very-fun-to-poke bloated-ness. Oopsi.

So, CG is going on a no-cake (oh f***) diet. I've decided to do a sugar free diet. No Coca Cola *gulp*, no sugar *omg* and under no circumstances, is cake to touch my lips.

To help me along the way, my Personal Trainer (redundant with a PT, dear lord no shopping for me) has recommended I take Thermobol with my training. I've heard of Maximuscle quite a few times. I have even tried their shakes before, but to be honest, I've never been a big fan of the protein drinks. They certainly don't taste much of chocolate (not enough, for CG anyway) and I find them rather sickly.

So, Thermobol was on the cards. I take 3 a day for a month with my training and a healthy diet. I'm dying to start. I ordered them online, and received a little cute package this morning. I opened up my little box and found a cute little package inside, with a MM magazine with info on all of their products, including a free Maxi-Milk drink. I had to try it. It's well yummy! I was really shocked. I will be ordering some of those...

So over the next 30 days I will keep you informed of how these Thermobol tablets work. *swallows one now* Dear lord, they are horse pills!

Anyway, here is the blurb behind the pills:

Thermobol

Our most successful fat loss formula has now been updated into a more potent and exciting formula than ever before.

Maximuscle’s Thermobol® is a truly effective weight management solution to help you achieve your weight management goals, as part of your diet and training regime. A unique natural formula containing many of the best ingredients to help you mobilise and burn fat when used in conjunction with a sensible diet and exercise programme. Thermobol is one of the only products on the market designed as a truly effective weight management solution. When used as directed, Thermobol's ingredients have been proven in research to help you burn and mobilise fat and could increase fat loss. Obviously, all fat loss products should be taken with an effective exercise programme and diet. To help you achieve optimum results - why not download your free 'Getting into Shape' booklet. Thermobol is a truly great product to help you achieve your goals.

Benefits

Potent formulation containing: Citrus Aurantium (bitter orange peel), caffeine (guarana extract), green tea 90% polyphenols extract, Cayenne extract, L-Tyrosine, Bioperine and more...
A unique high potency B-vitamin blend, containing Co-Enzyme R and pantothenic acid shown to be necessary for the normal metabolism of fat and energy production
Exact amounts of the physique nutrient chromium polynicotinate

Recommended Use

Take 3 capsules a day , split up throughout the day on an empty stomach with water.

Nutrition Information

Per 1 capsule
Bitter Orange Peel (Citrus Aurantium)	325mg	Vit B12 - Cyanocobalamin RDA - 20,000%	200µg
L-Tyrosine	300mg	D-Biotin RDA -117%	180µg
Caffeine	153mg	Chromium RDA (From Chromium Polynicotinate)	100µg
Green Tea extract(90% polyphenols)	100mg	Capsaicin extract from Hot Cayenne pepper	120µg
Guarana seed power	12mg	Vit B5 (D-Calcium Pantothenate) RDA - 500%	30mg
Bioperine® (Black pepper extract)	5mg	Vit-B1 (Thiamin Hcl) RDA - 1786%	25mg

Wish me luck! Love CG xxx

A cakeaholic dealing with depression...

2009-08-25T17:54:00.004+01:00

I admit it. I have suffered with depression for well over 6 years. I'm not into making other people feel sorry for me, or even try to understand it. You can't.

The long and short of it is, it's not very well talked about. I know how it started, what the causes are, what makes it come back. I think of it as a horrible evil monkey that likes to creep back into my life at the most inconvenient of times, a real pain in the arse. Grr.

Two things make me feel better when in this frame of mind. Yes, cake is one of them, but the other? Exercise.

I'm not going to preach to you about how exercise should be done for 30 minutes each day, blah blah blah, but I want to share this.

Whenever I feel incredibly depressed, I don't want to do much. I want to curl up in a ball and just cry. Or sleep. There doesn't seem like a positive way out. I make myself get up extra early before work, drive myself to the gym, and run. or Spin. or Stretch. or do some weights. I challenge myself to do an even number of minutes on a machine, do 50 more press ups than the day before, add an extra 10kg of weight to my leg exercises.

After the gym, I feel high. I feel like I can conquer the world. I laugh, or smile, even think how silly I was to think those evil monkey thoughts. It's the same feeling as buying a delicious cupcake and sinking your teeth into it and that sweet sweet taste as it hits your lips.

The moral? If you feel down, take some time out for yourself, even if you have to get up an hour earlier. Do something positive, that's selfish and totally yours.

I hope this helps. I tried out a power plate yesterday at Good Vibes Studio. It was just amazing. I'm completely addicted. I smiled the whole way through the session! Review coming shortly...
In the meantime, go looksee: Good Vibes!

On another note, I still have to make a cake for 100 people for the weekend! I'm totally stuck! if you have any ideas, let me know? Please!?!?! I was thinking Chocolate Brownies or several pound cakes?

Much love,

Cake Girl xxxx

So much cake, too little time...

2009-08-17T20:31:00.015+01:00

Dear Blog,

Please forgive me for not writing for a long period of time... I'm deeply sorry.
My work has completely taken over, which makes talking about cake too hard. Eating it and thinking is way easier.

So.... Let's just run through a few things, shall we? What's happened in CG's life?

Well first off, MAN! I've been feeling so depressed! I've noticed, quite a few people have too... Now don't laugh, but I really believe it's the Eclipse that happened a few weeks ago. I always find it completely screws me up each year, around this time. It also tends to be the time I reach for chocolate and C*** (I'm hungry.... mentioning it will only make me find some. No dirty jokes please).

I went to my friends wedding at the weekend in Austria. WOW. It was just amazing. Bride Polly had asked me to do her hair for the wedding - I must admit I was completely freaked. I mean, I'm not a hairdresser, my hair isn't always done to L'oreal advert standard, but we managed to have some practice runs before the big day.

I must say I'm very proud of how it turned out. For a hair novice anyway.
Quite a few people that day asked me to do their hair at their wedding - Re-training as a hairdresser crossed my mind.

Grundlsee in Austria was just stunning. Half way through the wedding day we got a couple of bottles of fizz, and went for a dip. It was very VERY cold, and made my toes have pins 'n' needles, but a real buzz!

I must admit, we will be going back. Me and The Boy, that is. We had such an amazing time! (The Boy and I being cheesy!)

Oh! Also, I'm going to Greece sailing for two weeks in September! I will be sure and blog to hell when I'm back from that.
In the meantime, I shall keep you updated on Cake and my gym movements! (Have 3 sessions booked this week, with every day in between by myself.... gosh).

With love,

CG xxx

PS - I have to make The Boy's mother a Cake for her birthday - for 100 people! Eeeeek! I ordered the new Hummingbird Bakery *dribbles* cookbook for some inspiration.... my god do NOT buy that book. You will need to attend Cake's Anonymous after reading it, or even looking at the pages. No, seriously do buy it, it's fabulous!

I <3 Babington House and Cowshed

2009-06-09T10:54:00.013+01:00

For my third anniversary with The Boy, I decided to indulge in a Spa day, partly because I hadn’t had a massage since I qualified as a Therapist, but also because The Boy uses my beauty products just as much as I do, and I wanted his view on what’s good for guys.

I found refuge at Babington House, which is part of the Soho House Group. I had heard rave reviews from friends and family members, and since it is where Cowshed (Soho House Group’s name for their Spas and products) was born, I was eager to give it a go.

Cowshed was “born” in 1998, and named after the building’s former occupants, it was one of the first brands to say “no” to nasty ingredients and only use the best (mainly organic) quality products they could get their hands on.

All Cowshed products have been created using hand-picked herbs from their own glorious Victorian walled garden, which the Spa overlooks.

As I was shown round the newly build Spa (opened in November of last year), I was completely stunned. Every space had been carefully thought out; from the luxurious tubs for two, to the glorious changing rooms. All of the treatment rooms - and even the sauna - overlooked the gorgeous walled garden. The overall feel was countrified, earthy and warm. No clinical look or feel here.

We started with the Cowshed Massage for two. The Boy and I set foot into a double treatment room, which smelt divine and instantly relaxed us. We each had our own therapist and chose a massage oil to suit our mood.
The massage itself was bliss. Being in the business myself, I usually find it hard not to critique a treatment, however I succumbed completely to the sweeping movements of my therapist and felt like a sleepy goddess whose body had been replenished full of goodness.

The cute little chapel called St. Margarets... How lush <3>

Of course, I eyeballed all of the products on my way out (hard not to, as they are so beautifully packaged and inviting). I am a girl after all!
Their body and face products looked incredibly sumptuous, so I booked myself in for a Cowshed Facial to road test them on my sensitive skin.

My skin has diva like qualities – especially my face. Most products I have used in the past do nothing for me: they smell great and squeeze my bank account dry. I have tried everything; nothing has really stood out from the rest.
I always try and use natural or organic based products as much as possible, but because I have never tried Cowshed products, I thought this would be the best time to try them out.

My therapist for the hour-long session talked me through my treatment. Double cleanse, exfoliation, steam, extractions (slightly scared by this!), facial massage (yum) and customized mask, followed by a relaxing shoulder, neck and scalp massage (double yum).
My therapist used some fabulous smelling products, including their Lavender Gentle Cleanser, Chamomile Refreshing Toner, Calendula Refining Facial Scrub, Palmarosa Revitalising Face Mask and Evening Primrose Balancing Facial Oil.
I was so chilled out by all the gorgeous aromas and massage movements, I completely forgot about being worried about having my ‘extractions’ extracted. This process was totally bearable, and worth it afterwards.
I felt slightly down about the prospect of ending this heaven-like treatment, but when it came to an end, my face looked incredible (If I do say so myself!). My skin was clearer than ever before, bright and glowing. Wow.

I of course bought the majority of the products (bar the Facial Oil, at £35 a pop, it wasn’t a necessity yet!) I have since used the products each and every day, and my skin feels amazing, just like I have had a facial every morning and night.
Cleansing and Toning now feels fun and I look forward to those glorious aromas every time.
I also have to admit, all the of Soho House Group have Cowshed products in all of their fabulously funky rooms, which encouraged me to buy their Cowlick Gentle Shampoo (£14) and Saucy Cow Softening Conditioner (£16), which even The Boy said made my hair look and smell amazing.

I have decided to visit the Cowshed Spa for a treat every two months. Not only do they have locations across the world now, but they really are in a league of their own.
Cowshed has been a blessing in disguise for me. From the company’s ethos right down to the especially designed Cowshed Hunter Wellies,

Cake Girl recommends...

For everyone

Lavender Gentle Cleanser
Lavender Gentle Cleanser removes makeup and environmental impurities while toning the skin. Made with lavender essential oil to purify, balance and soothe. Enhanced with the uplifting aromas of lemongrass and clary sage essential oils. For all skin types.

Chamomile Refreshing Toner
Remove surface impurities and prepare the skin for moisturising with Cowshed’s alcohol-free Chamomile Refreshing Toner. Chamomile essential oil is renowned for its soothing, cooling effect on the skin. Enhanced with lavender essential oil for its restorative qualities. For all skin types.

Palmarosa Revitalising Face Mask
Deeply cleanses and unclogs pores by drawing out embedded impurities. Oil-absorbing kaolin clay works with palmarosa, a potent essential oil, to help tone, balance sebum levels, promote cell renewal and reduce the appearance of fine lines. Enriched with Irish moss, high in vitamin E, and almond oil to soothe and revitalise the skin. For all skin types.

For men

Pocket Cow Bullocks
Pocket Cow Bullocks - a smart, sample sized travel set for men contains 20ml tubes of: Bullocks Bracing Body Wash, Bullocks Refining Facial Scrub, Bullocks Smooth Shaving Cream, Bullocks Soothing Moisturiser.

For mums-to-be

Udderly Gorgeous Stretch Mark Oil
Contains sea buckthorn oil, an emollient packed with vitamins, minerals and essential fatty acids to pamper and protect the skin. Calendula and jojoba oils work with vitamin E to moisturise and soften the skin.

For babies and children

Baby Cow Organics Full Body Cream
Contains meadowfoam oil, a gentle and effective moisturiser for baby’s delicate skin. Meadowfoam oil is known to be one of the most stable vegetable oils, making it safe and long-lasting.

The Most important part of Babington House?

The Cake.

I had it on both nights... and no, I didn't share it.

Rufus and I in Bath

Much love,

CG x

Thoughts of the Day...

2009-06-02T21:39:00.009+01:00

First off.... I want a body like this.

And this (maybe not the shoes though).

Or, this.

I'm watching Ladettes to Ladies - Why the hell are they all Australian? Have we run out of Ladettes in the UK? Think not, darling.

Me and The Boy spent until 2am last night looking for the BEST deals for flights and car hire.
Word of warning, Expedia seemed to hike the prices up every 30 minutes (cheeky!).

I booked the flights (through lastminute.com in the end) whilst I left the boy to his own devices, and sort out the car. Little did I know, what an ordeal this would be. Of course, I had to get involved.

Right, so The Boy wanted one of these:

I laughed. The prices were double the flights, if not triple. In the end, I suggested he look at the more reasonable options, like this:

The Boys face? A picture (wish I had a camera handy).

So... after booking one of the reasonable options, he has now come up with an awesome idea - Renting a Ferrari for ONE day. Not only is this the same price as renting our reasonable option, which is for 9 days, but we would have to rent ANOTHER car... blah blah blah. I could rabbit on for hours. Ethos of this story is = Don't let men sort out holiday stuff. They're rubbish.

The Boy decided to press the sodastream down too hard (whilst writing this post). Now we have blackcurrant fizzy liquid literally sprayed all over the kitchen.

Too. Many. Thoughts.

I NEED CAKE!

With love,

CG xxx

The Secret Diary of a Cake Girl...

I'm back bitches!

Three weeks to go...

The countdown!

6 months today!

How times have changed...

A bun in the oven!

The conman.

Howdy!

Constipation....

The next stage...

DING DONG!

Let's get real.... (or fake in my case)

Joining the #rodartemac battle

Ahhh.... Feels good to be back!

I've done something really silly....

I'm baaaaaack..... (Chocolate recipes)

Catch up...

Naming of the puppy!

I love tattoos, but...

Is it P.C. ?

Dear Bangs...

mmmmmmm... Mini Eggs!

Believe in fate? Food for thought...

Our new unnamed puppy!

I hate feeling...

I bring you the most fabulous cheesecake in the world...

New Puppy Pictures!

New Year.... New Award!

10 days without a blog post! How selfish of me!

Brownies (Gluten-Free)

Puppiesssss!!!

Flash News....

Cake Girls life in pictures.....

Will you..... be my husband?!

What's in Cake Girl's Make Up Bag?

Cake Girls Currents...

Cake Girl receives an award!

Quick Rufus Update...

Another learning curve...

It's coming!

Stella McCartney for GAP Kids

What a week!

Cake Girl has a new job!

My life changing moment... Part deux

Friday 13th! *winces*

Thursday Taggeroo

Today's happenings in pictures...

My life changing moment...

A revealing, personal note... (very embarrassing and emotional post)

This Christmas.... I would ++++++++++++++++++++++++....

Spooky goings on in Cake Girls world...

A confession.

My Halloween/Birthday Make Up...

My Birthday Cake...

My boy is making puppies!

My Birthday Party Banner...

"I'm going to change the world, and this is my plan..."

Cake Girl visits Greece!

Cake Girl gets ripped...

Thermobol

Our most successful fat loss formula has now been updated into a more potent and exciting formula than ever before.

Benefits

Recommended Use

Nutrition Information

A cakeaholic dealing with depression...

So much cake, too little time...

I <3 Babington House and Cowshed

Thoughts of the Day...

Friday 13th! winces