Weaving my way through motherhood whilst trying not to mess up adulthood.

Short Story:Home For Christmas

 A week had passed, a week that felt like a life sentence, a week filled with uncertainty, tense phone calls and promises likely to be broken. On the day that John called, Theresa felt sad and helpless, helpless that she couldn’t help, helpless that she couldn’t make it all better.

John’s wife had taken ill with a virus which left her weak and lethargic and John not knowing whether she would be well enough to travel.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Theresa slips her feet into her slippers and takes a glance at the clock. The digital device read: 06:30, six thirty on Christmas day.

It had been many years since tiny limbs clambered onto the bed with fingers sticky from eating chocolate reaching into stockings to pull out the presents from Santa. Now, the house seems empty, so quiet as she pads down the stairs to a kitchen waiting to be filled with the rich smells of turkey whilst the jolly mix of Christmas carols and modern pop play on the radio.

She hadn’t heard from John in a few days and with everyone adjusting to the news that he wouldn’t be joining them after all, she didn’t want to upset her son even more by continually asking if there was a chance they could all fly over when his wife was so unwell. Turning on the oven, Theresa set it to preheat before grabbing the sack of potatoes from the cupboard and beginning the tedious task of potato peeling.

By the time, the old clock in the living room chimed for twelve in the afternoon; Martha and Rebecca, alongside their husbands and children had all arrived at Theresa’s. The children excited gave quick hugs to their grandmother before heading straight towards the tree to see what goodies they had received. Martha heads straight for the processco whilst Rebecca keeps busy with setting the table ready for the Christmas lunch.

“Any news from John?” Martha asks, opening a chocolate coin from her stocking.

Theresa shakes her head, draws in a deep breath stopping the tears she’d been fighting back all morning from dropping onto her cheeks. She was determined to keep strong for her children and grandchildren’s sake. Of course, she missed John and wanted nothing more than for him to be there opening presents, winding up his sisters and bonding with his brother in laws, nieces and nephews. But she had to be thankful for the family she had around her.

The meal, a choice of two meats with all the trimmings followed by Christmas pudding all got eaten before the Queen’s speech. Now everyone lay slumped on the sofa, full with good food and drink whilst a selection box gets passed round the living room. The doorbell rings just as the Queen finales her well wishes for the forth coming year, not one for unexpected visitors, Theresa lets Martha get the door.

“Mum?” She calls from the hall way, “There is someone at the door for you.”
Feeling confused, Theresa puts her glass of sherry on the coffee table and stands, joining a crying Martha at the front door which had been left ajar.

“Martha, why are you crying?” Theresa asks

The front door opens and standing on the doorstep is John, his wife and daughter smiling broadly and holding suitcases and giftbags. Theresa’s cry of excitement gets everyone from the living room into the hall way to see what all the fuss and commotion is about.

Holding his arms out wide towards his mother, Theresa runs into them, squeezing her son tightly into her chest.

“John, I didn’t think you would make it, “Theresa whispers, wiping tears from her face.
John kisses his mother’s cheeks, “Merry Christmas Mum.”

Short Story Sunday-Coming Home for Christmas

Theresa hangs the last stocking above the fireplace then stands back to admire her work. Not only was the mantel piece adorned with Christmas trinkets, the entire sitting room twinkled with festive lights, tinsel and an animated father Christmas figurine that rocked back and forth whilst chanting ‘ho  ho ho’ at the click of a button. The stockings, although thread bare and faded in colour, still held on tightly to the embroidered names etched onto the front. Rebecca-Martha-John.

Theresa kneeling on the carpet, cleans up the glitter from the baubles and loose ribbon left over from her box of decorations. Placing a wooden figurine into the box, an envelope catches her eye.  Sitting back on her heels, she reads the front, ‘To Santa’ and inside in clumsily scrawled lettering, she reads a hand-written thank you letter from a then five-year-old John, thanking Santa for his brand-new bicycle. Theresa smiles and holds the letter to her chest before deciding to leave it on the mantel piece to show to her youngest on his return from abroad.

This Christmas is a special one for Theresa and her family. Having lost her husband the year before and with John living in another country with his wife and new-born, she was looking forward to meeting her granddaughter for the first time and having all her children at home for Christmas.

“Helloooo? Mum?” A voice calls from the hallway.

“Hello darling, come through, I’m in the living room.” The front door closes and Rebecca walks in holding two gift bags.

“Hiya mum, just dropping off some gifts.”

“Thank you, do you know what time your sister will join us on Christmas day?”

Rebecca kneels besides the Christmas tree to place her gifts neatly beneath the tree, she too feels excited for the festive season where she will wake at the crack of dawn to unwrap presents with her two children before enjoying a breakfast of salmon filled bagels and bucks fizz and then a Christmas lunch at her mother’s surrounded by her nieces, nephews and siblings.

“She’s coming just before 11. She’s stressing out because she hasn’t brought a single present yet!”
Theresa laughs, her middle daughter has always been the one to leave things until the last minute, whether it be homework rushed the night before its due in or leaving a church full of eager guests waiting for forty five minutes on her wedding day; so it didn’t surprise her that a week before Christmas Martha was feeling the pressure. Although her children were now grown up with families of their own, Theresa looked forward to filling their stockings with socks and oranges and watching them bicker over a game of monopoly as the grandchildren played with empty boxes and ate too many mini chocolates. 

The phone rings just as Theresa puts the last box away, she answers on the fourth ring, her face lighting up as the caller greets her. Looking up at her mother, Rebecca watches as Theresa’s bottom lip begins to quiver and her brown eyes fill with tears. The words she tries to say get muddled between sobs and gasps as she tries to hold in the tears that roll down her cheeks. The phone conversation ends and Theresa takes the nearest seat, her daughter joins her on the sofa taking her into an embrace.

“Mum, what’s the matter?” 

“It’s…it’s…John. He won’t be home for Christmas.”

To be continued

How to: Fuss Free Everyday Mum Makeup

Alarm is set from the night before, uniforms ironed, school shoes lined up and waiting by the door.
This means that in the morning, there will be no rush or panic to get ready but instead a smooth transaction from bed to school....


School runs don't always go to plan, and some days as you rush out the door with barely a scrap of makeup on as you rush to make it to the school gates on time. However, there are some days when the makeup fairies are on your side, wishing you luck and cheering you on big time. And on days like that you don't go all Hollywood glamour just a bit more 'put together and on track'.

So after cleansing my face, I will moisturise and then apply my foundation- I use the true match l'oreal foundation for everyday use as it's light and gives great coverage without looking like I'm ready to hit the town in high heels and a sparkly top.

Now, I LOVE watching makeup tutorials on Youtube and can easily waste hours just watching and feeling inspired but there is no way at eight in the morning am I gonna roast, bake and toast my face. There is absolutely no need, there is also no need for chiseled cheekbones and noses so slender, little one could hope on and just slide to school.

So that step is skipped and instead, I just powder, using my Ben Nye translucent powder which is fab for keeping everything in place and also reducing shine as I hate my skin looking oily or shiny, matte all the way.

Eyeshadow like fake eyelashes are optional, I like to use a browney copper shade from an old sleek palette. Once that's applied and all blended in then I apply eyeliner.

Eyeliner is babes.
liquid, gel or pencil I love it all and a tip I use to keep mine on all day is to apply the pencil on first then I go over it with a liquid liner keeping my liner in place for the rest of the day.

My new makeup bag from emj is great for keeping my everyday makeup essentials in one place whilst still keeping me trendy. I am not one to retouch my base makeup once I have applied in the morning as that can often leave you looking like cake batter has been smeared onto your face come six pm. Powder on the nose is fine, just not the whole foundation and concealer. Oh, which reminds me that  I forget to mention concealer. I rarely use it so on the school run it wouldn't be my go-to product.

Once my eyeliner has been flicked I move on to my brows. When I was younger they were so thin naturally and I would make them even thinner by plucking all the stray hairs( thinking back- there must have been none) Now I try to make them look as thick as possible without creating a monobrow.
I use a powder to fill my brows in and sometimes a pencil if I want to be really precise and sharp.

Now, eyelashes will depend on the time and this has only been a recent thing as usually I have individual lashes on so would not normally have to bother anyway. But as I am naked eyed at the moment I usually reach for my Nouveau lashes in style 2.

That is it! quick clock check-apply a bit of bronzer then head out the door and of course, your favourite lipstick or lip gloss.

Quick, simple and fuss free.

What are your fuss free everyday makeup tips?


Jade Priscilla

November Birthdays

November, month of the Sagittarius and a month full of birthday celebrations and so much cake that if I blinked and made a wish I might turn into Mary Berry herself.

On the 26th of November Lashgang celebrated turning one! Such an achievement and unlike when your little one turns one and you umm and ahhh about having a party because you know it's just gonna be adults drinking processco, this gang KNEW they were gonna have a party filled with balloons, party hats, tea party food and a photo booth as well as the opportunity to get lashes beautified by the talented Nouveau Lashes technicians.

But, let me walk you through my day-take my hand...come with me...

In an ideal world I would lie in- not sure until what time but just to have an  option to sleep past eight in the morning suits me just fine. Okay, so I would have a lie then be woken by a brunch of fresh fruit and yogurt and all things yummy and harp music will fill the room, easing me into my morning routine....

In reality, I woke up early to get ready for my day in Purley and to take Lei to her extracurricular activity before heading to the train station. Fairly straightforward and the journey down to Purley wasn't bad at all. One insta video of me looking all nonchalant and casual, and a hour and a half later I arrived at Purley Station. I met up with Kelila and we made our way to the lashgang birthday bash!

Unfortunately we were late so missed pass the parcel but we had such a good time socialising, getting some great tips and just generally being inspired by so many fantastic lashgang members. As the party came to a close there was an award ceremony and we got given our party bags which  had even more lashes,a Nouveu lashes/lashgang canvass bag, lashgang badges which Lei has already claimed and pinned to her bookbag and a make up bag from emj .

The journey home however, wasn't as straightforward. There was no 'ohh-i'm-filming-myself-but-will-look-like-i'm-not-while-I-look-away-and-pretend-I'm-an-actress' videos, no tweets, no facebook updates, no nothing because my battery percentage was so low it was a joke and I wouldn't dare use it because somehow, only God knows how, I ended up in Balcombe which if you know me personally and know where I live, will know that that is nowhere near my home and it is the most loneliest, saddest (insert every sad feeling and emotion here***) station I have ever been to with it's two platforms and trains that whizz past but don't stop unless a hundred and fifty five hours have passed by. Gosh, I was so annoyed and cold, so so cold; I couldn't wait to get home.

After ten years, a mortgage and a remortgage, eight more kids and a dog I finally got home- I'm dramatic but trust me, it was so long and tiring I couldn't even bare it, every station I went bythat brought me  closer to home I would put my fingertips on the window and whisper "Home" ( HA! I joke,I joke- you DEFINITELY get my point-it was long!)
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After falling into an exhausted slumber, I woke the next day excited because my ROCK, my go-to, my best friend and number one supporter, fan, cheerleader, my mumma was celebrating her big Five-O birthday! Showered with gifts and a lovely dinner in the evening and the promise of a spa the next day with my dad, my mum was absolutely in her element and celebrated in style surrounded by love and laughter- best ingredients for a birthday.

Happy Birthday Mum and happy birthday LashGang- here's to many years of being fantastic, amazing and achieving great things *raises glass*


Jade Priscilla

***Apoligies if you are the mayor of that area or just a normal person having the time of your life- sowwie

.....And Relax

My book is well loved ha! nearly finished, look out for a review
Let's set the scene....

You return home from work, stand outside your house and fumble around your handbag for the keys to the front door. Biscuit wrapper, hand sanitiser, lipsticks with no lids on gathering the crumbs and debris from the bottom of your bag- lipstick ruined, keys still not found and you start to panic.
The thing about panicking is that as your heart races and the worst case scenarios flash through your mind, the truth is whilst one hand remains in the bag your eyes are not and then when you realise the sheer stupidity of it, you find your keys hooked onto a tampon and you want to hurl the whole bag AND keys across the road but instead you breatheeee....unlock the door and begin your evening routine.

Now, don't be fooled in believing that I do this every evening, but if I have a few days off then it's all rock n roll.

First things first (I'm da realest) uniform off and into washing machine and then I run a bath...

 The water will be too hot as my toe test will tell me but I will get in anyway and pray that I will leave said bath intact and not resembling a burnt turkey


Time for:

Music-This depends, I go through bursts of wanting to hear music all the time then times when I just like nothing but the sound of the airvent in the bathroom.....

Current song of choice atm is JoJo- I Am

A book/magazine- One of my guilty pleasures is to catch up on on all the entertainment, reality star gossip, Hollywood gossip. If I am not accompanied by a mag then it will have to be a good book.

I am currently reading The Passenger by Lisa Lutz .Well I have been reading it for about 6 months, not because it's slow but because I kept putting it down and starting other books . Look out for a review.

Hot chocolate: I have a specific 'hot choc mug' and it has to be cadburys and  it has to be rich and creamy and have a love for hips, thighs and bums---Perfect! Marshmallows and whipped cream optional of course.

Face Mask- Nothing beats stepping out of the bath or shower with smooth baby smooth skin. I got the rejuvenating collagen mask in a goodie bag and I am excited to try it as it promises such good things for the skin

Time has passed and although my appearance is  not so much a burnt turkey, I am very much a prune- A very clean, relaxed and refreshed prune ready to tackle the next working day or lounge on the sofa and watch tv.

How do you relax and unwind after a long day, I would love to know.


Jade Priscilla

Flatlays, lashgang and me oh my!

*Meekly walks onto stage*

Hello, remember me?

It has been a while, I think I took the whole procrastination malarky a bit to far, resulting in procrastination turning into laziness and a bit of fear.

"Jade you should write," I get told all the time leaving my mouth and brain to have a tug of war about the art of lying and my penchant for doing nothing. It goes something like this:

Mouth: Yes, yes, I'm working on something at the moment.
Head: Liar
Mouth: I have been so busy etc etc but next Tuesday, that's the day, keep an eye out
Head: You really need to stop....

Yeaaaah,I annoy myself sometimes, especially as I am full of ideas and words that  just want to be written but that fear I mentioned always manages to creep back in and I find myself reverting that post about the school run and that time I fell between a portaloo back into my drafts because I think who cares? ( Now you all want to know how I did that- I don't know- but I have a dent in my leg and a bruise from August that won't fade.PS: I didn't fall into it! ha)

Maybe I will write and write and noone but a robot from some country far away will ever read it, oh and my mum and bestfriends because they are forever my cheerleaders but it doesn't matter because I am back,don't know for how long and I won't be making any promises that I will write everyday because and I will be honest I am lazy and enjoy daytime naps and crap daytime tv when I am not working a 12 hour shift, thank you very much.

A few weeks ago, I went to the beautyblogger awards, I took hardly any pictures and forgot my notebook and felt like a bit of a loser amongst everyone who seemed to have their shit together. As I filled in a registration form for lash gang, I apoligised for my lack of insta followers, twitter followers,lack of blog posts *sigh* and you know what I was told, I was told to stop, stop making excuses because it doesn't matter. I was made to feel like my thoughts and opinions were valuable just as much as someone who has tens of thousands of followers.( Thanks Beth Eleanor)I left feeling inspired, copied all of my bestfriend's notes and decided that I must stop comparing myself to others and just be me.

I am part  of a gang-lashgang which is run by Nouveau lashes and boy is it the coolest. They stock a variety of lashes as well as eyemakeup remover and now eyelash extenstion remover( goodbye cloggy vaseline eyes)   I have extremly thin lashes and I am appalling at applying lashes which is why I usually get indivdual lashes, so when I received a special parcel from Noveau lashes with even more lashes and a lash and brow conditioning serum, I was excited to see if it would make a difference to my lack of eye hair.

Albeit it's only a few weeks buuuttt my indivdual lashes have stayed on much better this time around, which means they are slowly getting stronger. You apply it as you would mascara which I love,so much easier than a thin paint brush thingy that I used to have for growth and conditioning.

And that is all for now, I hope to see you soon, let me know what you have been up to.


Jade Priscilla

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