10 Alternative Uses for the Humble Shower Cap

I used to await with excitement as my husband, a once travel photographer returned with a bag of presents for me. Oh, it’s another batch of hotel bathroom condiments. From illuminous green shower gel (pass), to white coloured water trying to pass as moisturiser (pass). But, there is one thing I could never have enough of, and that my friends is the humble shower cap. Below are my top 10 reasons why.

Keeping cooking smells away from expensive shampoo hair smell.
The last thing I want to do is cook after I’ve washed my hair. But when needs must, and they usually do must – I cover up my barnet with a shower cap to keep Eau de Bacon off my luscious locks. Granted, I do look like a nincompoop.

Protecting hair when painting and decorating. This was a tip given to me by friend Claudia. I painted a wall once, but to be honest, paint-in-hair was the least of my worries, choosing the wrong colour was my main concern. But a great idea to keep specks of bright blue off black hair. (If I got electrocuted, I would have looked like a peacock. Quite pretty really).

Waterproofing your camera. As I mentioned, Mr Five O’Clock was a travel photographer and shared this camera-saving piece of advice. It keeps water out…but also sand. I broke a camera this way, sand got trapped where the lens comes in and out. Whenever I tried to put it on, the lens screeched and struggled and never made it, despite my cheers of, ‘come on little buddy!’ Hearing your camera die is really painful.

Mini-greenhouse. Cover up seedlings, with the shower cap to create warmth and moisture.

Poo-picker-upper. I don’t have a dog, but I do have a garden full of my neighbours cats that like to shizzle everywhere, and it drives me to tears and moaning about it on facebook. Using a shower cap, I can scoop the poop and lob it back in the neighbours garden. I do love thy neighbour by the way. Lovely lady.

Covering muddy boots. If away for holiday and there’s a spot of trekking involved, pop each boot into a shower cap, thus keeping mud off other garments in your suitcase. Or alternatively, if you have posh shoes and scared of a nail-polish/shower gel/etc leakage, it’s also a good way to protect them.

Safeguarding your iPad/iPhone. When I cook, the kitchen tends to look like a flour-bomb has exploded with tomato jus and fragments of broccoli splattered across the wall (some would call it artistic). However one thing you can’t afford to be embroiled in your “modern art” is your iAnything. If you use it for recipes or playing music, cover up with shower cap and you can still scroll when covered.

Keeping bike seats dry. No one wants a wet bum.

Collecting soggy stuff. When leaving hotels, I can put wet toothbrushes or loofahs etc into the shower cap. Even, half used soap, if one must.

OCD help. If you have a cleanliness issue, you can use a shower cap to open doors, answer the phone, play someone else’s guitar. Just think of all those germs you wont touch. It’s discreet and light enough to use for all your future hygiene endeavours.

A Non-Climbers Guide to Climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro

Hmm…yes, that’s a good idea?!…

When thinking of honeymoon ideas, Mount Kilimanjaro isn’t really up there in terms of a romantic getaway. But this is exactly what my significant half Stuart and I decided to do.

Stuart grew up on the rugged plains near the Welsh border and spent his childhood on his bike having adventures with his friends and climbing up things. To sum him up he’s outdoorsy. I, on the other hand grew up in the flattest part of England and as soon as I could walk, spent my weekends in my dads shop (we’re Indian you see) stacking sweet shelves.

That in mind it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out whose idea Kilimanjaro was. But, having been promised a safari and a trip to Zanzibar too I signed on the dotted line.

Researching Mount Kilimanjaro I learned that it is the largest free-standing mountain in the world, the highest mountain in Africa and temperatures can plummet to minus 20. For a girl who walks around the office with a hot water bottle this was a disaster. However I was duly reminded that we had already started raising money for Save The Children and that there was no backing down now.

Let the training commence!

With nine months to go, we went on longs walks when we could and climbed up Mount Snowden a few times. This was my first experience of a mountain and that’s when I first came to the conclusion that….yeh, ok maybe I’m not soooo good with heights. Realising that there was not much I could do about it now, I presumed that if I just don’t look down I’ll be fine.

Another form of training was to run up and down the stairs 30 times in one go. My poor stairs really got a battering and will from now on always squeak like they will give in and collapse at any moment.

11 days before we were due in Tanzania to start our climb, Stuart came home with a broken toe from playing football.

There are no words I can put here to describe the feeling. Not happy, would be putting it mildly. We ummed and ahhed over what to do, we considered cancelling, but Stuart being incredibly manly about it decided that he would do it as his toe was feeling better daily (or so he insisted to me anyway).

Welcome to Kilimanjaro

We landed at Kilimanjaro airport, I stood on the tarmac looking for Mount Kilimanjaro, was a bit disappointed that we hadn’t parked right next to it (or ideally, on the summit to save me a lot of bother).

We checked into our lodge, it had no lifts so our suitcases had to be carried up, a girl not much bigger than me (I’m 5ft), with one swift movement and one hand, placed the suitcase on her head and walked upstairs. Stuart and I stood at the bottom with our mouths open in awe. Someone’s had her Weetabix today.

We met our fellow climbers, a mixed crowd but a friendly bunch. Stuart has a way with people, he can talk to anyone about anything and probably the most friendliest person in the world. I was his cool, quiet, maybe mistaken for slightly aloof sidekick. I don’t mind this. I like the word aloof. Though during this time it was probably just nerves that was radiating out.

This is easy!

We drove to the base of the mountain, I don’t know what I was expecting but I thought that if you just look up you would be able to see the top. You can’t see the top. My first view was that of a forest, with a well-worn path and a mild incline I thought ‘hell yeah, I can do this’. Unfortunately, and what I already knew, somewhere in the depths of the pit of my stomach….this was going to get harder, a lot harder.


We had our first break at lunch time, a welcome break to cool down and go for a wee. Now, I have never gone for a tinkle anywhere but in a normal toilet. Here I was presented with a wooden hut with a hole in the ground. I don’t mind the old challenge, but this was something else. I squatted down and forgive me dear reader, I know this must not be easy reading, but I had to balance myself up (ideally without touching the sides of the hut or the floor) and aim for the hole whilst not breathing in the stench that would have surely knocked a small person out. I had more toilet and bowel related issues throughout my trip, but I have a sense that I should leave this information out.


Moving on then. We reached our first camp late in the afternoon and were welcomed with hot tea and salty popcorn. I love popcorn. I slumped down, crunched through about a ton of the stuff and reflected on the day. It had been a good day and secretly I was really pleased I had made it through Day 1 and my initial goal was achieved and Stuart’s toe was still attached to his foot. I went to sleep feeling good and dare I say it optimistic.

Oh wait, no it’s not…

The couple of days that followed was a blur, involving interesting bowel movements (which I have promised not to divulge in further), legs getting tired, hardcore headaches and I started feeling mild affects of altitude sickness. Dizzy spells and fatigue well and truly kicked in.

One morning, feeling like the walking dead and probably not looking so hot either, I walked out of the tent when legs just gave way and suddenly was just sitting on the floor. I was so dazed, I bruised my bottom, grazed my hands but most importantly – no one saw.


Through these mangled days of walking, one saving grace was night-time. Not just so you could stop and recharge dwindling batteries, but to stand outside and look up at the night sky. I had never seen anything quite as beautiful as seeing a gazillion bright stars all shining down on you. A blanket of twinkling lights, wrapping you up in the unfamiliar land and comforting you like an LED snuggie.

So came the penultimate ascent day, the Saddle Day. I was initially looking forward to this day as the name may suggest, is pretty flat. It started off well enough, then in came the battering, relentless winds. Zipped up and hoods up, communication between fellow friends was now scarce. We trudged along in silence. In the yonder we saw Kibo huts where we would be spending the night. We walked and walked but seemed to come no closer. In the middle of the saddle was a wreckage of a plane that had crashed there two years previously, this added to the depressing ambience.


Finally we reached Kibo huts. We had an early night as we were to be leaving for the summit at midnight. I could feel the tension, hardly anyone spoke and we were all nervous.

Summit day – yay I might die!

We left at midnight, after eating whatever we could manage (not much). All wrapped up and with our head torches on, we began our final ascent.

I’m not joking when I say, we hadn’t even made it out of the camp (it’s a big camp to be fair) but I was already thinking about turning back. I was so cold and so tired, my body felt like mush and I was on my period– too much dear reader?

I looked at hop-along-Stu, I don’t know how he managed it, but he gave me the inspiration and hope to keep going and at least make it out of the camp. Powered on by lots of chocolate, then subsequently throwing up chocolate all the way up, I put one foot in front of the other and climbed on and up.


Like the Saddle Day, communication was non-existent. Everyone was going through their own battles in their heads. I wondered at what point did I actually think this was ever a good idea? I prayed to my grandmother who was born in Tanzania to come and help her home-girl out. I thought of all those children who I was fundraising for. ‘Damn it Cheryl Cole did it’ ran repeatedly through my head too.

On the way up, people had started to come down. Unfortunately these people were in a bad way, sometimes on a stretcher and always with oxygen. I looked up and saw a trail of headlights miles up directly above me and hours later I looked up and saw exactly the same thing. It was all very soul-destroying.

I don’t know how, but somehow we made it to Gilmans Point. This is the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, but still not the highest peak which is Uhuru. I fell into a heap on the floor and cried my heart out. The sun was now rising and all around and exactly just what I had achieved sunk in. The pink sky with filled with hope and I ploughed on to Uhuru.
Walking along the crater rim (did I mention it is the highest mountain in all of Africa), I chanted my mantra ‘don’t look down, don’t look down’. We passed people who had already summated, one guy encouragingly said ‘keep going, you’re about 10 minutes away’. So 10 minutes later, we passed some more people ‘keep going you’re about 25 minutes away’. My face dropped and my heart sank, my energy was zero, I barely knew what my own name was but at that point I think I could have conjured up enough strength to run back down the mountain to find Mr 10 Minutes and give him a punch.

So about an hour later, we were there. The whole group made it to the top! This was the hardest thing I have ever done in my whole life, Stuart and I held each other (or he was possibly holding me up) and hugged. We were so proud of each other. Looking down at the African plains and then up at everyone’s elated faces, we knew it had been worth it.



The end

Coming down, much to my dismay wasn’t exactly a breeze either, what was frozen on the way up was now deep scree, I had to be careful not to face-plant it all the way back down to Kibo. The descent was quick, it took about 2 days to rock up at the entrance gate. Frozen sick in my hair, eyes barely open, staggering around and generally looking like I had had one too many Baracrdi Breezers I graciously accepted my certificate with around of applause.


We reached the lodge and thought about looking for the girl who’d carried my suitcase up the stairs to see if she would carry me up the stairs. I’m pretty sure I weighed less.
I went straight to the shower and Stuart went straight to the bar. The dirt that drained off me was shocking. But oh, to sit on a toilet was something I never thought I’d be so happy about.

I vowed to Stuart that I would never, under any circumstances do anything like this again. A year later and we did Everest Base Camp.

Why I Decided to Travel Solo

As I grip onto the armrest of the BA plane as we take off, my heart rate quickens and I’m forced to make breathing noises like I’m training to give birth. It’s not the flight that’s freaking me out – it’s the fact I’m going travelling around Thailand on my own. Why would this ever seem like a good idea?

For me, it was one defining moment a long time ago in a land down-under…

I’ve always travelled with friends all over the world and had the best time. One of these trips was to Australia with my school friend Bryony and my uni friend Lucy. We hadn’t booked anywhere to stay (that’s how we rolled in those days), but armed with a rough plan and lots of enthusiasm, we set off. Luckily we hadn’t booked hotels, because when we landed in Melbourne and nearly froze, we decided to fly straight onto Cairns to warm up then work our way down. That was the only straight-forward decision we made.

The three of us, all being super-lovely and possibly a bit wishy-washy, and on my part massively immature (at the time, obvs not now. Ahem) took forever to come to any sort of decision. Two hours and countless ‘ooooh, I don’t mind, what do you think?’ statements later, and we were ready to order food, or choose which street to go down, or whether to get a taxi or not, etc. You get the idea, but it was in Byron Bay where everything changed.

We walked in the Beach Hotel bar (luckily it was pretty quiet), and the bar guy asks us what we want to drink. Obviously unbeknownst to him, he could of gone for a surf, had lunch and read a book by the time we ordered. Instead, he watched us umming and erring, his eyes darted from one of us to another and finally he asked, ‘how did you even get here?’ There, that was it. How did you even get here? From that one question I wondered… yeh, how the f*** did we even get here? Everything seemed to slow down and the universe finally succeeded in getting through to me. If I was here on my own, I would have just ordered without hesitation. Wouldn’t I? What would that feel like? Why would I ever be on my own though? A million questions came pouring into my head, the floodgate had been opened and I drowned myself in the possibilities. I came out of my daze to the rhythmic tapping of the bartender’s fingers on the bar.. I’ll have a G&T please Mr Bar-Man. And after that revelation, make it a double.

Back home I needed to plan this solo trip, but I didn’t tell anyone, because I didn’t know if it was a bit weird. Throughout my travels I met a number of women who were travelling on their own, and I always thought ooophf, I couldn’t do that. The mere thought of it was pretty daunting, but I decided to go to Thailand (land of smiles, don’t you know). My friends and family all reacted pretty much like ‘Oh. Erm. Ok. Really?’ But I had full support, love and hugs from everyone.

So, back to my flight to Bangkok. Yep I was pretty scared, but this time I had planned a bit better, booked places to stay and even sorted out internal flights. Firstly I did some volunteering in a school out in the sticks, where I met some of the most loveliest, polite children I’ve ever met in my life. From there, I flew to Koh Sumui, Krabi, Phuket to name but a few places. There were times, where I did feel like I didn’t want to eat on my own or wander around a temple without someone to share it with, and there a were couple of times when I felt downright sacred to be on my own. But I met so many more people than I ever did when I was with my friends, maybe because there was a few of us or a group, people didn’t approach, but here on my own, making new friends was easy. One of them was a girl who was volunteering with me, as there was only the two of us foreigners in the village and we had to share a bed, yeh we got to know each other quickly and became good friends! She joined me in a few places as I was travelling around, so it was always great to catch up with her.

I had the most amazing time in Thailand, but did it change me? Not that I was looking to be changed as such, but yes I did come back a new me. It was nothing massive or like I had a personality transplant, but more subtle differences in the way I behaved or made decisions. I was more clear about what I wanted and I even went on to live and work in Australia.

Looking back now, I think it was a wonderful thing to do and would have no qualms about doing it again. I still look back on that trip and think ‘go on girl’!



10 Beauty Benefits of Coconut Oil

Obvs, it’s great for cooking whether you’re frying eggs or making a stir-fry etc, and I also use it for popping popcorn. I seriously can’t get enough of this stuff, but did you know of it’s beauty benefits? Here are my top ten coconut oil beauty benefits:


Just before bed, I like to dab a small blob of coconut oil onto my cheeks, under my eyes and around my lips. It’s a great natural alternative to other moisturisers, don’t get me wrong, I like to use them too, but coconut oil is heavenly when I want a break from it. It’s super rich in vitamin C and can nourish even the most driest skins.


Hair Mask
I’ve been doing this since I was a child (and therefore had no choice over the matter). Once a week massage the oil into your hair and leave for as long as you can (overnight is ideal), then wash your hair thoroughly and you’ll end up with the most luscious locks that naturally shine. You’ll be the queen of the hair-flick.


Body Scrub
Mix an equal part of sugar into the coconut oil (you can use Himalayan salt, though I find that’s a massive waste of the fancy salt), rub onto your body and wash away to leave your skin super-soft.


Make-up Remover
Rub a small amount between your fingertips and massage onto your face. It’s even great for heavy eye make-up. Sweeeeet.


Lip Balm
Bye-bye chapped lips. Use an old lip balm tin and fill with coconut oil to use on-the-go.


Hand and Cuticle Softener
Rub a tiny bit onto your cuticles to help strengthen nails and it stimulates new nail growth, and massage what’s left into your hands.


Body Oil
Use as a good old-fashioned body oil, straight after your shower so it can sink into your warm skin. Add a couple of drops of essential oil to the coconut oil for an altogether holistic treatment. Who needs a spa?


Frizz Tamer
Rub a small amount (and I do mean small) onto your hands before massaging onto the mid shaft and ends of your hair to help manage frizz and flyaway hair.


To get that fabulous dewy, glowy look, after you’ve applied your make-up just dab a teeny weeny amount onto the top of your cheekbones and your cupid’s bow.


Oil Pulling
The art of swishing coconut oil around in your mouth for several minutes for a brighter, whiter smile. Kylie Jenner and Gwyneth Paltrow swear by it – I’m sold.


Elemis Pro-Collagen Cream and Cleansing Balm

I received a box of Elemis goodies from a friend and as I was new to the brand, I was super excited to try it out. As you may of realised if you’ve read my other skincare posts, I have a complete commitment-phobia and I easily flit from one brand to another to find the right one. Ladies and… probably just ladies – I think this could be a contender for Mr Right.

Pro-Collagen Marine Cream

I have tried a marine cream before from Transformulas and loved it, so I was eager to see how this one would compare. There’s a delicate and fresh fragrance and the texture is silky smooth. It’s light to the touch and that reflects once smothered on my face, it doesn’t feel heavy or greasy. The results are great too, my skin does feel firmer, yet plumper too (nothing to do with all the Easter eggs I ate).
This little pot of wonder is filled with:
Mimosa – which is extracted from the Acacia Decurrens tree and has anti-inflammatory, toning and astringent properties.
Padina Pavoica (the marine stuff) – It’s an algae from the Mediterranean with proven anti-ageing benefits. So basically, my new best friend.
Rose – for it’s calming properties.
Gingko Biloba –  which gives you free-radical protection.

Available from Elemis at £82 for 50ml.

Pro-Collagen Cleansing Balm

I’ve never used a balm before and wasn’t entirely sure it’s supposed to bring to the table. It’s a super deep cleansing balm that can also be used as a mask, leaving skin nourished and renewed. I absolutely love the smell, it’s quite intense but that aromatherapy sort of scent really does it for me. It’s now always a definite treat whilst I’m soaking in the bath.

Ingredients include:
Starflower Oil (no, I’ve never heard of it either) – It has the highest natural source of gamma linolenic acid, which helps to maintain the skins metabolism.
Padina Pavoica – which we know all about.
Elderberry Oil – a natural sourse of antioxidants and contains high levels of Essential Fatty Acids, perfect for improving skins smoothness.

Available from Elemis at £40 for 105g.

For more Elemis Pro-Collagen products click here.



My Top 5 March Gripes


Glass ketchup bottles.
One of my most favourite things is breakfast. I especially like breakfast whilst staying in a fancy-pants hotel. But what I cannot stand (with a passion I might add) is Heinz Tomato Ketchup in a glass bottle. Ugh. They made squeezy bottles for a reason – so you could actually get some ketchup before your Full English gets stone-cold. It ends up being plain embarrassing as I see my husband who is sat opposite me wincing whilst I violently shake the bottle and make growling noises. I can see him on one hand slowly reaching to take the bottle from my grasp and on the other hand he’s ready to duck under the table should we have a ketchup explosion. It’s such hard work and not to mention soooo eighties. Please stop with this madness, Heinz. Just stop.


The Ideal Home Show.
This was my first year at Ideal Home Show and I was super excited. Needn’t of been. It was pretty boring.


Bumping into ex-boyf at the zoo.
It was a beautiful day and my husband Stuart and I wandered about aimlessly at Chester Zoo in the sunshine eating ice-cream. All was well until… we reached the giraffe area. I was taking a few photos and Stuart had wondered off. It was at that moment I saw Mr Ex. He was looking right at me. I looked right back at him aghast. Oh. My. God. OK Sonia, don’t make any sudden movements. Is that him? Maybe that’s not him. Is he…smiling at me? OK I think that’s him. So being the mature individual I am, I did a 180° turn and ran, and hid behind a big sign. Stuart walked back towards me looking confused as to why his wife is keeled over like a loon with her face pressed against the back of a ‘what giraffes eat’ sign (he’s a lucky guy).

Thankfully I didn’t see him again, but I did find myself wondering why oh why didn’t I bring my over-sized sunglasses and big floppy hat? And maybe a fake moustache and newspaper. I realised this was silly, after all we dated for five years, but that was over ten years ago and we hadn’t kept in contact. It was just sheer surprise that I acted like a complete weirdo. In hindsight, yes I should of handled it like a grown-up, a proper adulty adult. Eh, maybe next time.


Crumbs in butter.
Gee whiz, this gets my goat. Crumbs. In. Butter. This isn’t just a March issue it’s a year-round disaster. But in March it’s particularly gruesome because I find bits of raisins from hot cross buns in there. VOM.


Wtf to wear.
Seriously, one minute it’s lukewarm, the next it’s Storm Katie. My wardrobe brain is having a melt-down.

Natio Aromatherapy

Whilst idly sauntering around a huge Tescos store, I was drawn towards the skincare isle (there’s like a magnetic force between us or something). And yes, I do mean Tescos. The one in my hometown is one of the biggest ones there is, so there’s plenty more than just bananas. The skincare section is pretty impressive with some great brands (as well as the usual Nivea, Simple etc). And that’s where I discovered Natio Aromatherapy.

Natio is an aussie brand with the slogan ‘nature nurtures best’, and boy, do they live up to it. Even after spending five minutes on their website I feel like a new person. I bought the Gentle Foaming Facial Cleanser (£6.80) and the Gentle Facial Scrub (£10).

The cleanser I fell in love with straight away primarily due to the scent. It reminded me of a Thailand/Bali inspired spa I went to in Zanzibar (I know, check me out). The cleanser is mild with a neutral PH to avoid stripping your skin from the essential oils and uses plant extracts from sandalwood, shea butter, calendula, rosewood, jojoba and lemon. Yes, there’s quite a lot there, but they work together harmoniously and it’s officially the most divine thing I’ve smelt ever!

The facial scrub, has a milder scent and uses sea kelp to detoxify and rosehip for
anti-aging. It has teeny weeny beads that do not feel harsh or like my face will bleed after I’ve used it like some scrubs do (Mr Kiehl’s, I’m talking to you). I love the fact both products are so kind to the skin, but not so mild that it doesn’t make a difference.
My skin looks and feels softer and fresh – this won’t be the last time I delve into them, close my eyes and be transported to somewhere exotic.

Women on Everest

To celebrate International Women’s Day, I’m not going to go all Destiny’s Child on you. Question. But this post is dedicated to three quite frankly, brilliant women.

Junko Tabei

On the 16th May 1975, Junko Tabei from Japan, created history by becoming the first ever woman to reach the summit of Mount Everest. Despite being buried by in an avalanche 12 days earlier and being rescued by local Sherpas, she decided to carry on to reach the roof of the world.

Whilst still a child, she suffered with weak lungs and only ever grew to 4 foot and 9 inches (nearly my height!). At aged 10, Junko first became attracted to mountains after climbing Mt. Nasu with a teacher, it suited her as it wasn’t a ‘competitive sport’.

In 1992, she also became the first woman to complete the Seven Summits – the highest mountain in each of the 7 continents.

– Mt. Everest – 29,029 feet, on the border of Tibet and Nepal.
– Mt. Denali – 20,320 feet, the highest mountain peak in North America.
– Mt. Elbrus – 18,442 feet, an inactive volcano in Russia
– Mt. Aconcagua – 22,841 feet, the Andes, South America.
– Mt. Carstensz Pyramid – 16,023 feet, Indonesia
– Mt. Kilimanjaro – 15,092 feet, Tanzania, Africa.
– Mt. Vinson – 16,050 feet, Antarctica

There was never a question in my mind that I wanted to climb that mountain, no matter what other people said.” – Junko Tabei

Pasang Lhamu Sherpa

On 22nd April 1993, Pasang Lhamu Sherpa summited Mount Everest, and was the first Nepali woman to do so. Having been brought up in a mountaineering family, she spent years working with her father as a trekking guide.

During the decent of Everest, tragedy struck when severe weather conditions resulted in Pasang Lhamu Sherpa loosing her life on the South Summit.

She was the first woman awarded with the Nepal Tara (Star), the government also issued a stamp with her name and erected a statue of her in Kathmandu.

Pasang Lhamu Sherpa gate
A gate dedicated to Pasang Lhamu Sherpa at the start of the Everest Base Camp trail.


Chhurim Sherpa

Since Pasang Lhamu Sherpa summited, 21 other Nepalese women have climbed to the top of Everest, but 29 year old, Chhurim Sherpa broke a record by becoming the first woman to summit twice in one season.

Reaching the peak on the 12th May 2012, she set out for the summit again with a different team just a week later. Considering she had no prior summits on Everest, makes her achievement even more astounding.

The biggest problem Chhurim Sherpa admitted, was being surrounded by male sherpas.
It turns out to be very tough for women like me because there are no toilets. Five of us had to share a tent – it was a bit awkward.”

I hear ya sister.

Shiseido Bio-Performance

I have never been able to stick to one moisturiser to save my life, so it’s my mission to find ‘the one’, my Mr Right of the cream world. I was excited, as I always am, to try a new fresh pot of something that may potentially be the game-changer: Enter, the Shiseido Bio-Performance Advanced Super Revitalising Cream. It seems the marketing bods at Shiseido have just discovered ‘words’ and got a bit carried away. Perhaps they want us to feel like we’re getting our moneys worth?

Firstly, let me get the scent out of the way, it’s flowery, but in old-fashioned way. I’m not a huge fan of smelling like my great-great aunt. The cream claims it is the ultimate strategy against premature ageing, and is specifically aimed at women over 30, and whilst I fall into that category, I’m not sure it worked for me.  The texture and feel is heavenly, and there is a glow after I apply it….but that’s it. I’ve been using it for a few months now and my skin does not feel revitalised by it. For me, there’s not enough… how can I put this… there’s not enough meat to it, it’s too wishy-washy and doesn’t produce the results I’d expect from Shiseido. So, we won’t be going past the first date I’m afraid.

It’s not me, it’s you.

Available from Boots online at £78.50 for 50ml.