Aimee Horton

When it rains.


So last week the rain started. I’m not saying it was all day every day, in fact, some days it’s been quite lovely, but on one day it decided to rain

On that day I woke up, and I crawled into the shower like normal. Then I dried my hair and opened the blinds. That’s when I saw the rain.


So there I am, jollying the children along “oohh look those shreddies look YUMMY and not at all like cardboard” that sort of thing, all the while crossing my fingers and willing the rain to stop.  Finally, it’s time to go and as I order them to zip up (coats and mouths) and walk them to the car, getting a wet back as I check their seat belts, and then I go back to the house, grab my bag and peruse the coat rack.

There has to be something.  In the end I select my denim jacket. Big.Fat.Coat.Fail.

I grumpily get into the car  in a bit of an arse, because it’s raining, because we’re late (how long does it take to put on a pair of shoes?) and because I know I’m going to hit traffic.  Which I do.  Because of course, nobody wants to take the bus or ride their bike or walk to school in the rain (shut up, I know I’m driving, but I live further away AND I drive every day).  By the time I get to school all the decent spaces are taken up, the very last one that was any good was taken up by my friend WHO HAS A HOOD ON HER COAT, and so I had to drive all the way down the road and abandon it randomly.

First. World. Problems. You see, I need to ensure you understand, I don’t park close for the children, I park close for my hair.  Anyway, I had to trudge through puddles, and behind slow walking people with umbrellas before The Beast jumps off into a puddle and soaks us both.  By the time I’ve kicked the child through the door and trekked back to the car water is dripping down my face.

Yes I KNOW a bit of rain doesn’t hurt anyone, that’s the quote I used when talking to the children, but here’s the deal, a) it doesn’t count when it’s me getting wet  and b) I’ve not quite got my rainy day wardrobe out of hiding yet.  And if I did, I don’t have an appropriate coat.  You see, I have my winter coat, my beloved Parka, my coat which is warm, toasty, and just SO cosy,  and I have a few macs, none of which have a hood.

Take an umbrella?  Erm.  I’m shorter the same height as most of the children, I’m going to end up poking most of the children’s eyes out with a brolly, so for me, hoods are the perfect option.

So I came home, I made myself a brew, and I fired up the iPad deciding a little bit of retail therapy would be the answer.  I ended up scrolling through the range of women’s coats at K&Co.  I made myself another brew, then I came back and produced a short list.  Now it’s been a few days I still can’t decide which to go for (coat buying is VERY serious business in this house), the criteria is fairly light weight so I can wear it Autumn and Spring, waterproof and with a hood.


This is probably the one I should pick.


This really isn’t what I was looking for, HOWEVER…




None of these tickle your fancy? Head over to K& and take your pick!

I wrote this post in collaboration with K&Co.  Who am I to turn down the excuse to legitimately be allowed to look at coats?

Lasting Lipstick Fit for a Queen


Once upon a time a queen was sat in her window sewing and she pricked her finger on the needle. As three drops of blood landed on the snow on the ebony window frame, she looked down and said quietly, “Oh, how I wish I had a daughter with skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony”.

Well Queenie, with me, you just might have been in luck. Skin as white as snow I can do, I am positively translucent. My hair could be classed as ebony (L’Oreal Brasilia, potato / pahtahto). Now, lips red as blood, now that I’m working on. Constantly. My quest for permanent lip colour is endless and there will be no living happily ever after until I find it. Wooed by the promise (LIES) of kiss proof, semi-permanent, lasting lipstick, I’m there. I have tried them all, lip stain, lip gel, lip paint, lip creme, lip conditioner, lip fix, lip tint, lip duos, two step, top coat, double wear, semi-permanent, super stay, supreme, infallible, long last, long wear, lasting colour, lasting finish, forever and matte. Alas, my make-up drawer is overflowing with the good (it stays), the bad (it doesn’t) and the ugly (it bleeds) of lip colour. All I wished for was long lasting vibrant colour that doesn’t descend into a lip liner frame around bare naked lips as soon as you so much as exhale.

And in Mac Pro Longwear Lipcolour, I think my lasting fix has come.

Now I have a somewhat uneasy relationship with make-up artists. Following the ‘we’ll just pop some bronzer on, make you look alive’ debacle, I’m sceptical. But when I was recommended the Gwen Stefani-esque scarlet red of Lasting Lust, I was tempted and my, I’m so pleased I was. It’s a two-step process, you paint it on, you let it dry, you slick on the gloss et voilà, lip colour that stays put. I always get a good 8+ hours wear and inevitably get asked, ‘how do you make your lipstick stay?’ by the envious pale lips. I whip out my Pro Longwear and extol its virtues, often to somewhat mixed results. Some, like me, love it and have got the hang of applying it so it does exactly what it says on the tin. Tube. Others who put it on top of lip salve or lip balm struggle when it slides off. Those who think more is more and slathering it on so thickly that it’s more Dulux than durable. Then there are those who think two coats are better than one. They’re not. The second coat will make the first roll off leaving a patchy, lumpy and most definitely non-permanent mess. No, applying it thinly, evenly and carefully (if you stray over your lip line, there it will stay) and the results couldn’t be much better. Whilst Mac state top up of gloss every now and then will moisturise and add shine, I find it sticks to the colour and take some of it with it. Tempting as it is to reapply, my fail safe method of painting, drying, shining and leaving, works.

Thanks to Mac Pro Longwear, I have found my happy ending, with lips red as blood I’m positively fit for a queen.