“Do more than is required. What is the distance between someone who achieves their goals consistently and those who spend their lives and careers merely following? The extra mile.”
- Gary Ryan Blair
At the moment, I am trialling (and enthralled by) the clinically-proven The Tria Hair Removal Laser 4X. The device, as you can probably guess, is an at-home laser hair removal solution that works virtually everywhere but the eye area: upper lip, underarms, forearms, bikini, upper legs, and lower legs. Clinical studies have shown up to 70% hair reduction three weeks after the second treatment alone. The goal, of course, is to completely ‘deactivate’ (I would say kill) the hair follicle after two to three months of use.
Though I have only experienced two treatments so far, I wanted to share my first impressions with you so my final reviews/results have a solid point of reference…
First impressions of the Tria Hair Removal Laser 4X
THANK GOD. My first foray into at-home laser hair removal was on an impractical corded device. After a lot of awkward manoeuvring (wasting time and patience), it was one of the main reasons I stopped using the machine.
It’s not painful.
You can select the intensity of the laser’s ‘zap’ from the head of the device. Between ’1′ (you don’t feel it) and ’5′ (like a rubber band snapping on the skin), I tend to end up on 3 or 4. 5 if I remember to use the SmoothStart Calming Gel (essential for ladies who want fast results with a high intensity).
£375 may not be cheap if we’re talking Happy Meal comparisons, but for head to toe hair removal you will never find lasting results for less than £400. In-office visits can cost well over £7,000 if you’re looking to treat the full body, and you often find you will be charged more for ‘intimate’ areas and additional visits (three visits, as most clinics offer, is very rarely enough).
I can spend a couple of minutes lasering myself after a weekend shower and know I am saving an insane amount of time and money in the long run. So far, so pleased.
All the way down to my onesies.
I dare you to try and find something more satisfying than rolling around in bed for a few hours while listening to some Paolo Nutini and clashing all the prints you can get your hands on.
Yes. I have made The Golden Red Velvet Champagne Movenpick Sundae an actual thing.
a) Every time I see a sundae on a menu, it is loaded with bizarre chemical purees, cheap ice cream, and toppings that add nothing more than a crunch. (We deserve more from our sundaes, ladies and gents!)
b) Movenpick is running a sundae-making blogger competition in which the winner receives a two-hour masterclass with Th Langham’s head pastry chef, Cherish Finden. Not even a lactose intolerance could keep me away.
Ingredients (all from Ocado, if you’d like to recreate the recipe exactly!):
- Movenpick Vanilla Dream ice Cream: if you’re looking for ‘The One’ of ice cream, I would suggest nothing but Vanilla Dream. The quality of the Madagascan vanilla that they use is unparalleled, and only the seeds are added to the ice cream after the flavour is extracted. Quality like this – especially for the base of a sundae recipe – is imperative.
- G.H. Mumm Rose NV (you can use any champagne of your choice)
- Sweet Freedom Choc Shot (all natural and low GI liquid chocolate that tastes much more indulgent than it is!)
- Prestat Red Velvet Truffles (I would say you could use any old truffles, but you really can’t. These taste like real life cupcakes)
- Edible gold lead (I used Cake Professional Finest Gold Leaf)
1. Scoop your Vanilla Dream into a champagne glass, filling almost to the top.
2. Pour a shot (or two, if you’re feeling like a lush) of champagne over the ice cream.
3. Before the champagne fully settles into the cream, squeeze a bit of Choc Shot over the top and watch the champagne pull the chocolate through the layers of Vanilla Dream.
4. Sprinkle a bit of edible gold leaf over the top.
5. Finish by topping the sundae with a red velvet truffle. Though some guests might prefer to crush it into the sundae, or eat it as a ‘starter’, I prefer to save mind until the end so it tastes as if it has been infused with champagne.
Last weekend, On The Beach invited me down to Brighton to hang out with some fellow British bloggers, have a little pampering sesh, and rub shoulders with Steve Coogan (or Alan Partridge, to the majority of us).
But more on the Alpha Papa later.
Arriving at the hotel a few hours early, I quite literally walked into Kristabel and Laura as I headed through the doors. Having been up and working since 5am, I decided to take a real break and join the ladies for a mini tour of Brighton.
It has been a good ten years since I had last visited and it was an absolutely joy to see the town through Laura’s native eyes. From stopping at coffee shops in phone booths, meandering the hidden backstreets, oogling the sale-priced Sophia Webster kicks at ODE (Our Daily Edit), and learning about Brighton’s nighttime beach hippies (people making art of pebbles in their spare time), it was a glorious afternoon.
A few hours and a lot of work later, I met Kristabel and Olivia in the lobby and we high-tailed it down to Brighton Beach to meet the rest of the bloggers, get our MeatWagon on, and finally say hello the man of the hour.
With Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa scheduled to be screened on the beach that evening, we were very kindly invited along to interview Steve Coogan before he surprised his flood of fans (many wearing masks with his face on them) for a little pre-film Q&A action.
After lols galore with a gaggle of new girlfriends, we returned to my new girlcrush’s hotel room for champagne, face masks, cupcakes, and the kind of chat that only happens in hotel rooms after midnight (minus Steve Coogan, to be clear).
Waking up with something of a cupcake hangover, I took a few measly bites of breakfast before downing a gallon of water and walking down to get artistic at Painting Pottery Cafe.
I won’t show you what I’ve made just yet (it’s a present!), but will do so once my handiwork has been gifted.
Thank you to the ladies below and On The Beach for showing me a great 24 hours in the South!
Belle Du Brighton
Cider With Sophie
Lola and Behold
What Olivia Did
A Rosy Day
I Want You To Know