Christmas Gift Guide: Toddler edition!

 

Stuck on Christmas Gift ideas for your toddler, or a toddler you know? Let me share with you some great gift ideas that we’re giving our toddler! Also, some gifts we’ve given him in the past and he still plays with today (one toy was given last Christmas and he’s constantly played with it ever since).

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DIY Spa Night At Home

Last night I had a date with myself & it was the best night ever! I realised this week that I’ve had nothing to really look forward to since Lockdown began, and because of this, I’ve been feeling very meh. So, I decided to plan a spa night to give me something to look forward to.

For this spa date, I didn’t even buy anything for it. I was able to use all the products I’ve had hidden away in my cupboards for ages that I’ve never gotten around to using. Everything else I just made myself with ingredients I had in the pantry!⁣⁣
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Here’s my at-home spa routine if you’d like to follow:
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The Colour of Love

By Carissa McHolme

“Don’t you ever feel like you’re wasting your time?” Zoe asked whilst fidgeting with the elastic around her tiny wrist. “I mean, I know you love him, but you still don’t see colour,” she continued. I instantly replied, “I don’t. Zack makes me feel safe. He may not give colour to my dull world, but he gives me the exact warmth I’m positive shades have. Our love is more powerful than seeing things differently.” Just the thought of him made my heart skip a beat. It was clear that he wasn’t my destined lover, but he was my everything.

            It was Monday morning and Zoe and I were sitting on the train to work together. It was true, despite how much I loved Zack; I still didn’t see the world in anything other than black and white with many shades of grey. Meeting your soulmate was supposed to cause your world to explode in colour. Yet here I was, 5 years into my relationship, and still waiting to experience even a slight glimpse of a pale warm shade.  

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Explaining Depression in a Non Scientific Way

When I hear people categorise depression as "sadness" it just makes me realise how little they actually know about the condition. Depression is NOT sadness. Instead, it's more like a cloak of inability. It suffocates your ability to do or think anything except numbness. It causes you to function in a dream-like state. It clouds your thoughts and shuts off your filter system. It overtakes you. It paralyses you. But it is not sadness. 

Imagine you are swimming in a pool with someone, when suddenly they are keeping you pushed under the water whilst you struggle to hold your breath any longer. Your mind begins racing, you begin to freak out- but are unable to do anything as someone else's strength is keeping you under. That is what depression feels like. You are not in control of it, and it is as if something else is your puppet master. It comes out of nowhere. A person suffering from depression may have just had an amazing day (even the best day of their life) when suddenly this clouding sensation overtakes their brain. They may put on a mask and appear to be continuing to have an amazing day. Still laughing, but inside they can't wait to just go home and be alone. Once arriving home they may spend hours upon hours just laying/sitting in one place and not moving. To them, not much time has passed. No thoughts have even occurred in their mind. All they feel is nothing. Suddenly all their motivation and energy has disappeared. It's as if the little moment of happiness had to be exchanged for this. This feeling may last a few minutes, to even several days (or weeks.)

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The Perfect Valentines Gift!

Personally, I have never gotten too involved in Valentines Day. I've never understood why you must wait until the specific date of February 14th to let someone know just how you feel for them. I'm a firm believer that if you have feelings, you should let them be known. Imagine how many potential relationships don't happen because one individual is waiting for the "perfect time" to open up. Let's be real, timing is never perfect. Life happens. So stop allowing the excuse of perfect moments ruin things for you. On the other side of the spectrum- those that are already in a relationship: once again, why wait until Feb 14th to surprise your other? If you seriously wait 356 days just to write a cute note confessing how you feel, or to buy a box of chocolates, you need a boot up the derriere. Not only are you out of touch with your emotions, but shops are also very wise to people like you. Which is why every single box of chocolates, every rose, everything which screams "romance" (as said by the mass producers) increases its cost to something drastic like $25 for a card.

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The Perfect Date Night!

You’ve had this date booked for over a week now. You’ve been counting down the days, then hours until it’s here. Finally, the night has arrived. It is Date Night! I don’t mean your typical: two-person date night. No. I’m talking about the DN that is even more exciting (and important) than that. I’m talking about your solo night to yourself. I can’t stress enough just how important it is to spend time alone. To spoil yourself completely. Some people couldn’t think of anything worse than spending half a night alone- let alone a whole, but I will always look forward to my DN with myself. I believe it’s one of the healthiest things: being able to be by yourself- and to enjoy it. If you can’t handle you- how can anyone else?

 Let me tell you exactly how my perfect DN goes and then maybe you too will learn to love this night almost as much as a typical one.

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It’s Time to Dip Your Toes

I’m not going to lie, or sugar coat it for you: life can be stressful. Unless you’re a sloth, who spends 18 hours of the day sleeping, and the other hours eating; you would already be very aware of this. There are so many things in life we feel pressured to throw upon ourselves. The effort we continuously put in for work; in an attempt that our boss may finally one day appreciate us and give us that promotion we long deserve. Those countless petty disagreements you have with your best friend. Shaving your long-haired dog every single week in summer because their hair seems to be mocking your balding husband (and you can’t have that). The list of stress is endless. Let’s face it; some of the things we allow to hassle us aren’t actually that stressful, but that doesn’t stop us from freaking out in the meantime.  What I’m about to tell you now is going to save you hundreds, or possibly thousands of dollars, in future therapy bills that you’ll have when you finally snap with the weight of life.

You need to have a break. By break, I don’t mean a 2 week paid vacation from work and commitments in general (although that would be nice). It’s just not possible to do every single week. What I mean by break is a 10minute - 1 hour ‘recess’ once a day (you know you can have it seeing as you took the time to even read this article), and literally devote that time solely to yourself. You may live near a park, walk there and literally just sit on a bench alone for ten minutes. Take your shoes off and let your feet enjoy the feeling of the grass. Another example of a break would be sitting on a nice comfy chair and read some inspirational quotes (admit it you love purposefully searching quotes that relate to your current emotional state). If none of these examples inspire you to have a break; find something you enjoy doing to relax. Humans were not made to constantly live off adrenaline, eventually, that wears out. Let yourself have an extremely short solo vacation each and every day just to recharge. You could even take this time to plan your dream holiday that you one day want to take! It’s amazing how being alone can wipe stress away.

If you already take the time to devote to yourself daily, let us all know what your recess includes. Life isn’t meant to be stressful, nor does it have to be. Be free to be you

                                                                                                            

Until next time,

xox

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3,2,1 GOAL!

New Years has come and gone, just as the many resolutions that were destined to fail within the 72 hours of being professed have. “I’ll sign up to the gym and go every single day!” That one failed before the hangover even had time to set in on the 1st. “I’m going to quit my job and do the one thing I’m passionate about most!” Had you even dipped a toe into the thing that you're most passionate about prior to this sweeping declaration? If not, I can assure you, quitting a job and diving into an empty pool full of concrete is not a good idea. Let’s face it: New Years is the guaranteed date many promises we continuously make to ourselves are created- only to be broken. Why are we okay with creating a tradition in letting ourselves down? Usually, you would feel bad in letting a close friend down over a small matter, so why do we continuously not even think twice about religiously making a giant resolution (we will probably give up on) each and every year? Why is “New Year, New You” such an important thing? I can answer that question for you right now: It’s not! Instead I’ve come up with an alternative to the tradition of your New Years broken promise to yourself. That being: The Weekly Goal.

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Before You Get Mad

There is probably one main thing you want to do when someone makes you angry: and that is not  'think rationally.' A nice alternative to that option is to say whatever it is that's going through your mind at that current moment in time. Trust me, that is not the best decision. People often say things they later regret when they spit whatever venom is currently in their head. Words can never be taken back. That is one lesson you will learn in life: either the hard way, or by reading this and realising the truth to that statement. In this post I have come up with 5 things you must always ask yourself before you get mad.

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Don't let how others treat you reflect upon how you treat them.

"Kindness. It doesn't cost a damn thing. Sprinkle that shit everywhere!" 

Truer words could not be spoken about the act of kindness. Choosing to be kind to someone doesn't cost anything in comparison to the opposite: choosing to be mean. You can choose to be mean, but in doing so you may ruin a friendship/relationship/your own reputation. So in the end you've paid a very high price, and is it truly even worth it in the long run? In my head the answer is an easy no. 

People are capable of being nasty and are able to treat others with little to no respect. Don't let how others treat you dictate who you are. If someone doesn't respect you, you should still respect them. Never mirror how someone treats you if it's a negative to begin with. That does absolutely nothing but make you the same as them. Do you really want to become a negative person just to get even with another individual? Or would you rather be a positive energy whom people enjoy to be around as you do nothing but uplift those close to you?

You need to stay true to the real you. Ask yourself the question, "is it worth becoming that kind of person just to get 'even' with someone like that," or would you rather edge yourself away from such negativity? Negative people are a burden to be around. They do absolutely nothing but bring you down to their own level. Either speaking lowly of others, or doing nothing but talk down upon everything in their life. Life can be hard at times, but you are still in total control of how you view it. There may be more negatives at the present, but there will always be at least one positive- no matter how small. I would much rather focus on that one small positive which will uplift your spirit, than the negatives which will do nothing but depress you and cause you (and possibly those around you) emotional harm.

I'm no shrink (or mathematician) but I can tell you one thing for certain- life is 1000% better when you stay true to yourself, and choose to be kind over being cruel. 

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I'm in love with...

I woke up with a dopey big grin on my face. I rolled over in bed, hugging my sheets to my body. I fell in love with her the way you fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once.

Her name is Barcelona.

To begin with I was never excited about Barcelona, I'll be honest: it was a city that was just an added bonus to my trip. The second I arrived here I instantly had my heart captured. The scenery, the people and oh lord, the food. But let's not forget the sangria. I'm not one to drink, my last drinking night was Halloween last year. I've never been a huge fan of the flavor- or the following waste of day it tends to give, but once arriving here and trying a proper authentic sangria- I think I've become a Sangriaholic. 

Let's backtrack a bit. Once arriving here we were told we'd be staying in a Hostel. So of course with news like that we weren't excited. Now, let me get one thing straight. Hostels in Barcelona are different to everywhere else. It was basically 5 star sleepover luxury with all your friends. We had the cleanest room, the most spacious  private beds (with a personal adapter station and lights- yes a luxury for Contiki.) Our room in general was very retro: brightly colored and a flair of its own. For Contiki standards this was the best we'd had. 1000X's better than the chateau which Contiki bragged about. The chateau was an infested pigs pen in comparison to this. Heck, the chateau was a pigs pen in comparison to even a pigs pen. 

Our first night we went on a night walk around town. At first we were warned of pick pockets and sly people: but after an hour we realized we literally had nothing to worry about. We ended up in a quaint little pub with vines growing on the inside and surrounded by fairy lights. It was very different to anything Australia has. On our arrival, a girl dressed with a melted witch face came screaming and cackling past us. We never saw her again. To this day I'm still unsure if she actually worked there or not.

That night consisted of sangria, and even more sangria jugs (of course.)

It was splendid. 

Day two in Barcelona involved: cable carts flying over the whole city, getting lost in the most amazing food markets and then visiting the beach. Our time here was definitely too short. 

One strange thing that two girls have, are really inflamed looking mosquito bites all up their arms. So far our tour manager is adamant in saying they're an allergic reaction to the mosquitos. Which personally, I think is strange, as both girls have said they're not allergic. To be honest I think it looks more like a scabies infection or something similar. Probably from the chateau with how unhygienic and disgusting that place was. Hopefully their bites clear up though as they seem insanely itchy. 

Anyway I must go. I've stepped on the bus and once I do that my eyes automatically shut for siesta now. My body is learning quickly.

Until the French Riviera,

Adios

Xox

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Our bedroom is 265 years old!

After our Paris adventure we made our way to Beaujolais- the French countryside. Here we stayed at Contiki's very own French chateau which was 265 years old. The rooms here were not the greatest- the beds creaked with every single slight movement. Literally if u moved a leg the creak could be heard from the next corridor. The chateau itself was very dirty too- I don't feel cleaning was done up to standard, and you felt dirty as soon as you exited the showers. Might I add both the bathroom and toilets were unisex. But, in saying that- I was on Contiki, I wasn't expecting 5 star quality. Sure, when I heard it was run by Contiki staff I assumed it would be one of the cleaner and better placed but alas that is just life. 

The actual grounds of the chateau were unbelievable. Green was seen all over. Vineyards everywhere you looked and a massive pool was on the grounds. I didn't use the pool as summer has just ended and France seems to get a bit colder the second seasons change, but it was still beautiful. 

After our first night we were told we could have a picnic and were handed maps. That trek was one to remember. We were told it was a "slight incline" on the way and "some rocky roads" so to wear suitable shoes. I'm pretty sure we were just a step below rock climbing. The slight incline was probably a massive incline and the rocks were all the way. I felt I was climbing up a cliff. Once we arrived to the picnic spot though it was all worth it! I'm so glad they didn't tell us how difficult the hour walk prior would be otherwise I'm not too sure I would've done it- and I honestly don't regret it at all. 

After a bit the chateau did get a bit boring as it was literally in the middle of nowhere and there wasn't much to do so we were all very happy once 7:30am came and it was time to leave. 

Which is where I am now, on a bus for Barcelona. Where we shall eat tapas and drink sangria. But not their tap water. I have to keep reminding myself that if I don't want to get some water bug flu and die. Cannot wait to get to Barcelona. 

I shall keep you all updated more in a bit when I access some more wifi and more events have occurred.

Until next time,

Xox

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I've seen London, I've seen France

This last week I've done and seen more than I would in an average month. Or even year. A 6am depart from London to journey over to Paris, was nowhere near as bad as I originally thought it sounded. I think the excitement of the whole trip gave me that extra 'oomph.' 

On our drive to Paris we were able to see the white cliffs of Dover, then ferried on over to the other side. Paris at first glimpse was not what I had expected. I had expected a city a lot cleaner than it was, but the part we were staying in was what I would classify as 'the ghetto.' There were gypsies all over the streets and just selling random garbage. The saying 'one mans trash is another mans treasure' really seems to make sense here as a lot of the pointless objects they were selling did in fact get sold. On our trip we were fortunate enough to be upgraded with our hotel by Contiki due to the amount of gypsies outside of the original hotel intended for us. The upgrade was very much appreciated by all. We had a group dinner that night which included champagne and you got it- escargot. I struggled in getting the slug from the shell- then realized my first one didn't in fact have the slug in it. On second attempt I eventually got it out and it was much larger than most. I can happily say I am not a fan of snail. The sauce was amazing but after chewing more than 3 times the sauce had gone, and on my fourth chew a new taste came and I had to spit my slug out. How attractive, I know.

On our second day in Paris we did a lot of walking, 8kms to be exact. We saw the Louvre and then went to go inside Notre Dame but I was not allowed in as the security man asked if I had a shawl and I said no.

My dress was not revealing in the least but I think they appreciate shoulders being covered. So myself and anther girl waited outside whilst watching girls with less coverage walking out the exit after being inside. Go figure.

My biggest regret so far is not learning more of these European languages. I stupidly assumed most places would speak English and I would get by with that- couldn't have been more wrong. Every sign was in French, majority of workers spoke French and it was a struggle. 

Day three arrived and myself and my room mate missed the bus into town on account of not knowing how to open a door. Yes, we missed our bus due to not knowing how to open a door. There were no handles, and only a red button. In both our experiences red buttons usually aren't a good sign so we refrained from pushing that one. Other than that day three was just another exploration day. 

Paris is beautiful. I truly loved Paris and would definitely go back. Before going overseas many people warned how rude the locals were but I can honestly say I never came across one rude person. There were many times they could've been (me not knowing their language and the small amount of words I did know- butchering them) but they were so helpful. 

That night we went to a group dinner which was adorable as it included a man playing the accordion for us. He was amazing. Constantly smiling and just being a beautiful human. After the dinner we went to a cabaret, not at the Moulin Rouge- but a local cabaret place. To be honest I'm happy we didn't go to the Moulin Rouge. A small group of us did and said it was very over rated and more suited for the generation above ours. Our cabaret on the other hand, my god! The talent they all had and the involvement with the audience truly made it what it was. Plus I'm sure even the Guys all loved it as they all saw boobs for the majority of the show. 

I'm not too sure which night this happened as I'm writing this a few days later on our bus ride (8hours to Barcelona) but we did all see and have a picnic under the Eiffel Tower. I can't even describe the beauty of the tower. The light show happened and everyone literally just gasped in awe. 

I feel really fortunate to have the Contiki group I have. Everyone gets along so well. When we were at the Eiffel Tower we all had wine/champagne and played a group game of "never have I ever" which was an amazing way to get to know everyone else. Then the Australians had to keep the Aussie spirit alive and whipped out a goon sack (wine sack) and started drinking that in true Aussie form out front of the tower. 

I don't want to ramble anymore (I'll leave that for my next post) 

So until next time,

Xox

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Hello 4am: Let's Not Meet Again.

To be honest I'm surprised I made it from the airport to my hotel. In the span of two days I had managed a miserable ten minutes of sleep. My first flight (9hours) I was unfortunate enough to be seated next to a family of small tiny humans, who seemed to be miserable for 9 hours straight and let everyone know by screaming the whole time. If I thought I was unlucky then, I was in for a giant surprise when on my next (14 hour flight) the same family of demons were seated right next to me again. I'm not a hater of children: I understand they have a need to be heard at times- what I'm not a fan of is when the parents of said humans don't have any consideration for those around them and literally do nothing to stop or try calm their offspring. Which is exactly what these parents were like. The whole 23 hours not once did I hear the parents try to console, shoosh or even prevent their children from kicking chairs in front of them. It even got to the stage another passenger who's seat was being pounded, turned around and asked the parents to calm their kids. Other than that, the flight was great. Numb bums, snoring people and the inability to lay down. What's not to love?

Once I finally arrived in London I'm surprised I actually managed to make it back to the hotel. I had passed from exhausted to zombie tired. I literally felt like I was in a dream like state; walking slowly and everything around me at top speed. I felt drunk when I was as sober as a stone. As soon as I got to my room I fell into bed and fell into a coma like state- for six hours. Once 4AM arrived my body refused to stay asleep. Despite how exhausted I was, I couldn't do it. So I tossed and turned and finally fell asleep again at 7 for half an hour. 

For my trip I felt I was completely prepared- brought my universal adapter and everything. The adapter had worked wonderfully for me: at charging my iphone. As soon as I finished my shower and tried to use my hairdryer that's when I realized my adapter was a bad idea. My dryer worked for maybe 2 seconds then completely shut off. My adapter didn't even charge my phone anymore. A quick message to my electrician friend, and he taught me how to change its fuse- and it was back to working. Lesson learnt- I can not use my dryer at full speed unless I want to blow London up.

Sight seeing in London was fun. There are many, many Bridges here. London Bridge itself isn't that great. Was a bit of a let down to be frank. It was tacky and just grey. The tower Bridge was 101 times better. On the walk back to the Hotel I came across another tourists having their photo taken- and of course I jumped in the photo with them. They weren't angry which worked well as I wasn't really wanting a punch to the face today. Maybe tomorrow..

Anyway, I must get ready to go see my grandmother the Queen. I shall speak soon

Until next time, xox

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Goodbye!

Today I leave my Friends, my Family, my Home and my Country- basically everything and everyone I've ever known and grown to love. On this day, Wednesday 26th of August 2015, I leave for my Dream: Europe! 

For five and a half amazing weeks I will be overseas exploring the lands I've spent years only dreaming and Googling about. I will be traveling completely alone to begin with- something that terrifies me as much as it excites me, but 3 days after landing in London I will be joining my Contiki and will no longer be by myself. Unless of course everyone on this tour decides they don't want to be my friend. In that case, then yes- they will have put Carissa in the corner. I doubt that will happen though. In the small chance it does I will just latch onto them and force my friendship upon them. 

Before this trip I had never done anything alone. Purely for the reason I have the worst memory and suck at directions. I kid you not. I used a GPS for the first three months of knowing my boyfriend, to get to his home. I should probably add his house is around 7minutes away from mine- with about 4 turns needed. On a positive note- I did go out for lunch by myself for the first time in my life a month ago- so I'm totally prepared to take on a whole new country solo. Lunch: Foreign Country- practically the same thing right? They both involve food anyway. 

One thing I have learnt after planning and organising this trip is I will Never be using a travel Agent again. Ever. I have never known a less organised bunch of professionals- in the end I was basically doing my Travel Agents job for her. Days would pass where I had phoned her and asked a question, and she still hadn't gotten back to me close to a week later. In the end it was me communicating with my airline and me organising my tickets to be sent to me. The only reason I used an agent to begin with was so she could price match the (already cheapest) flights I had found all on my own. In the end saving myself $60 which didn't end up being worth the stress she gave me. It may not be all Travel Agents- But Escape Travel in Ballina will never be getting my money again after this. 

On that note I am going to end this post- who am I kidding, I still have some packing to do and my flight leaves in 3 hours. 

Until my next destination,
xox

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Am I dating a Human or an Onion?

"I spent most of my nights crying and wondering why I just wasn’t enough. I refused to let go. Instead: I allowed myself to constantly be beaten, constantly shrunk. Until finally, I was a shadow of whom I once was. I was, putting it bluntly, pathetic."

If you had snooped in my room and managed to find my journal- that is a snippet of an entry you would've come across quite some time ago now. I was the fool who "fell for love." Just reading back on that now makes me angry at myself. To know that I allowed someone else to warp my whole perception of myself, and even change who I was, was insane. Reality is though- I'm far from the only person in the world to have done this to themselves. 

Today I am happy to say I am no longer a shadow of me. I will never allow my self value to be defined by others, nor will I ever stay around someone who is more poison than passion again. That relationship in general, wasn't the worst. The person I was with was kind (at times) and a great cheerleader to me. It's just certain things stood out more than the positives and therefore made me question myself and slowly change who I was to try make them happier. That was mistake number one. 

I am going to list a few things you should never have to feel/think/experience if you are in a Healthy relationship. 

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The Change of McHolme

As many of you have probably realised, for the last month or so- my Blog has been Dead. I mean Dead to the point there was almost a Funeral held for it. Flowers and all (pink lilies please.)

Today I have some exciting news for you all though, and that is- I AM BACK! 
But, in saying that I am not back as I was before. My Blog is being completely revamped. I no longer am devoting this Blog 100% to Beauty. That is no longer all I want this Blog to be about. If you are subscribed to my YouTube channel, or follow me on Insta, I feel you may have already started gathering this.

I know in the past my Blog has very much so been Beauty Related and I know this is going to be a massive change- one I am unsure how it will be taken. But I have a lot more to talk about than just Beauty. If anything Beauty is now near the bottom of my list of Brain Farts.  Im sure on the odd occasion I will chuck in a Beauty Related post, but from now on you can consider this an "It's My life" type of Blog. 

Starting today I plan to make my Blog very different. I plan to make Posts directed at: brutally honest advice,  entertaining stories on my life (my occasional Paris Hilton brain) and in general  keeping you updated in my life journey (who I will eventually become) and so much more. 

I'm planing on doing all this whilst keeping my own privacy. After all- once the mystery is gone you have nothing. You can consider this an edited version of my own private diary. 

I hope you can enjoy the change I'm bringing and can therefore relate even more with me.

Until Next time,
xox

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My Experience With Laser Hair Removal

*If you're just interested in reading about what happens during the appointment, scroll down to the heading "During the Appointment"

I am very particular about the hair on my body: I Do NOT Like It. 

Unless it's the hair on my head, or my brows (lashes included too), it must go. Even in the middle of Winter, when I'm wearing nothing but pants and jumpers, I still shave religiously. I don't do this for other people, no sir. I do this purely for myself. I love the feeling of hair free legs (those sheets were made to feel smooth), I dislike the look of hair under my arms and most importantly: I despise any hair on my downstairs region. 

I've tried every form of hair removal on each of these body parts; shaving, waxing, hair removal cream and even using an epilator (only on my bikini line for my lady. No thanks to any further.) Now, all of these forms of hair removals are great- they're just not long lasting or permanent. 

Shaving: for me is the worst form. I just can't seem to learn how to not cut and slice my legs whenever I shave. Plus it's insanely itchy whenever the hair grows back.

Hair Removal Creams: I usually use this on my downstairs region and also further down back (if you catch my drift) and it's amazing. Only problem- just like shaving the hair grows back almost immediately. 

Waxing and Epilation: These are my two favourite forms of hair removal (of those I've already named) They are also the most painful, but it does take an extra few days (maybe even week if you're lucky) until the hair grows back.

Reality is all of these hair removal options are exactly the same. They remove the hair, yes, but the hair will always come back. Due to the fact like I said previously, I'm not a fan of hair in general, I needed a more long term solution. 

My friend has the same hate as me when it comes to hair on his body. His chest to be exact. Just like me, he hated the fact it was there and would always continuously shave it off at the first sign of it. That is until he discovered Laser Hair Removal. 
Now at the time he discovered this- I was learning about it in my diploma of Beauty Therapy, but was yet to try it myself. Reality is: I was actually scared to try it. It was a somewhat new form of hair removal, not that many people were doing it and who knew what the results would be like. So when my friend tried it for himself and was starting to see amazing and ideal results- his hair taking longer and longer after each session to grow back. Also less and less- I had to try it myself!

When I first researched Laser Hair removal I was actually quite surprised at the cost of it. The place I ended up choosing to go to had a "special" on (I say "special" as it had been that for the last year and a bit) where you would get both your Brazilian and Underarms treated for only $59 a session. Now, if you're a regular waxer you'll know the cost of getting a wax can be anything from $50+ each wax. So to see this long term, permanent hair removal solution which included two different body regions for basically the same price as waxing- it made me wonder why I hadn't tried this sooner. 

Now due to the fact I was currently studying this in college- I knew you would need an estimate of 10 sessions spread out every 4 weeks for this to work. When you calculate that cost- it's ridiculously cheaper than spending the rest of your life paying for a wax and someone to rip your lips off. The only problem with this hair removal is it's not available for everyone. 

If the roots of the hair you want removed are very fair (no colour to them) you will not be able to get this treatment as laser hair removal works by light travelling down the hair follicle and "zapping" the membrane (the hairs brain cell basically). If you have no colour to the hair follicle, the laser will not target anything in particular and will just disperse all over. Therefore not "killing" the cell.

 To find out if you're suitable for this treatment all you need to do is get a pair of tweezers and pull out 5 hairs from the area you're interested in and if the majority of those hairs are dark, then you're suitable. So if 3 of the 5 are dark based hair, you're good. 2 or 1 out of 5- you may possibly not be suitable and you should be prepared for the technician to let you know this if you decide to book an appointment. 

DURING THE APPOINTMENT

Once you get to your first appointment and your beautician determines if you're suitable for this treatment (remember the tweezing), you'll be asked to remove you underwear and put on some nifty sunnies which resemble those of a speed dealers from the movies 

After you've put on your amazing and spiffy new accessory your beautician will then coat the area to be treated with a gel to help protect your skin from burning- as it is a bright light constantly being flashed against the skin.  Once they have done that they will get the machine and grab the Light handle and start placing it on your skin and making it "zap" you. Now, it doesn't hurt at all. I would compare it to an elastic band gently being flicked against your skin. It is a bit of a shock to begin with as you're not too sure what to expect- but pain is not it. 

If you're getting your Brazilian done there are two places its' a bit intense with the elastic band flicking feeling. They are; your bottom and also right on your lips. Like I said before though it isn't something you'd compare to a strong overwhelming pain. If you can wax you can definitely do this. Waxing is a hundred times more painful than Laser.

After every part has been zapped your beautician will then smooth some "soothing gel/cream" onto the areas and tell you to put your clothes on and that's it! 

It really is so simple! I'm up to my 4th treatment now and can see such great results! I use to shave my underarms daily and now I literally shave just over every fortnight- if that. My downstairs I use to shave every second day, but now I literally can get away with over a fortnight. It's amazing. The hair is getting finer and there is a whole lot less of it! I would recommend Laser Hair Removal to anyone who currently does Any form of hair removal treatment. 

Let me know in the comments below if you think Laser will be something you try for yourself!

Until Next Time, xox


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