A Wee bit of Lash work

It’s my day off today and well i adore my day’s off simply because I get to indulge in the things i label a ‘passion,’ be it the kiddies or the kinda work that i adore.

I’m currently sat at my glass dining table, opposite another worker (who’s far more stressed than I) and i’m working on my lash line, which will launch this Winter 2014. Hurrah!

I’m ever so professional because I can’t work in the quiet, so i have the radio on. I also can’ t work without looking some what sexy, meaning i’m in booty shorts and with a white boobie top on, which hides a Union jack bikini top. LOL. I can make trash, ‘class.’ I have a cuppa tea, because that what’s us Yorkshire birds do and around me are my lash samples, lash box samples, a budget A4 pad and because I couldn’t find a pen…a handful of wax flipping crayons that belong to Ruby. (Isn’t it rubbish when you can’t find a pen. You buy hundreds and then can’t find ONE, when you need it. Then what makes it even worse is that you ask people around you if they have a pen and do notice that nobody actually looks for a pen for you, they in fact know that they don’t even have a pen on them. However, they’ll toy with you for a second and ‘pat’ their bodies down, like they may actually have one on offer. Lol. A simple ‘no’ would do.) But today, i’m using wax crayons. I didn’t bother with the asking, it winds me up far too much. Being a Mumtrepreneur is ace, you make sex toys with play doh and write important documents for manufacturers in wax crayons. Jumbo ones.


One day, i’m positive that i’ll be running some multi million pound company and have towered glamourous offices galore. But for now, i’m sharing a dining table…and doing it on A4 pads with wax crayons. The other half of the dining table is also trying to run a company…but they’re not doing it in a Union Jack bikini. (I win.)

So far, i’ve spoken to the business plan executive in American. Still super impressed with him and well i’ve had to send him my logo, my resume, my photos, my press release…everything really. Then i’ve had to email over my style choices and names to China and put in another order.

It’s pretty simple really and because i’m doing the bits i can do best, the fun bits that i’m good at. That’s why i hire people to do all the bits that i’m shite at, because they love those other bits and therefore excel in their area of Wunnaland. The key…everyone’s happy. When everyone’s happy…we all work with smiles on our faces. (I mean how many people have you worked for that have been horrific. I promised myself that when i have my own ace company, i’ll never be a horror. Just a glamourous, happy…nuisance.)

I shouldn’t be writing this now, but whatever, it’s good PR πŸ˜‰ and a brilliant distraction. πŸ™‚

It’s weird because it seems that when I adore my work, I tend to zoom through it. When it’s a chore, it takes me AGES.

Okay, godda go.

Stay tuned and get excited about my lashes. (Please.)



Give me that Forest!


So, I did it! I went with an itch of impulse and booked myself back to the forest for a week in August! Yippppppppppeeeeeeee! I mean, you all by now know how much that place means to me and mainly because it’s away from everything, i’m surrounded by harmony, peace, and nature and well….it can be as luxurious as you want it! Open air, private forest hot tubbing, with a vino! Yes please! PLUS, i always wanted it to be a family tradition. We used to always go on my birthday, Keiran’s birthday, i went when I was pregnant, when both babies were little…it’s endless. But they’ve all been key moments of my life and when I’m surrounded by the forest..and i’ve been every season, i feel safe, happy and well….just at home. I have two weeks off in August and initially, i had booked to go abroad, however, i managed to balls up the passports for the babies, meaning they wouldn’t come back in time for them to go..lol….which is a mild inconvenience…:), so that’s been sold off and now I have one week to fill and a luxury week in the forest! Everything happens for a reason…plus Junior’s not that great is blistering hot heat. I’ve been wishing to go back to the forest in AGES..and i couldn’t be happier to now know that I FLIPPING AM!!!!! Wahooo! 14 days…and counting. The first week, i’ll just take the babies everywhere and anywhere they want for baby fun, before we go. The second week will be ace enough! I seriously can’t wait, as I thought i’d have to go through the year without going, or infact, never ever going again. πŸ™ So, yeah because it’s the peak of Summer and the school holidays, it’s a pricey impulse, as the cabins are currently just over a grand. But it’s worth it and i’m so happy to have my tradition back in place. HOWEVER, i will say, that i go the week that falls on my ‘wedding anniversary,’ which is August 12th. Big day for me and I set off to the forest on August 11th. I don’t know how it’ll make me feel, as i’ll remember that that time two years ago I was getting married and that I feel pregnant and that that time last year I was being blindfolded, reliving my first date, treated to champagne and rose petalled, bridal sweets, with dinner and two night stays. Yet, the point of the forest is to focus on all things positive and well that’s all i’m going to do! πŸ™‚ The positive of it all was the fact that Β on that night 2 years ago…I fell pregnant. Plus, I don’t need to go through the whole, ‘will he be thinking about it all tooo’…as i know him pretty well…and he will.

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But yes, enough of that..i’m far too sober and on my period to be okay about matters of the heart. πŸ˜‰ I’m going to the forest and well you could immediately see this glow of utter glee radiate from me.

Other than all that, yesterday I had my one on one with Ruby. That girl exhausted by debit card, to the point it swore at me, mid swipe. Yet, i’d rather her enjoy the finer things in life, as i set the standard for her level of normality. Emotionally, she might feel dodgy when she’s older….hahahaha…but when it comes to five star living, she’ll have that DOWN! πŸ™‚ (Junior crawled up to her this morning and kissed her on the forehead. They’re both super affection babies, yet there is certainly a streak of feist in BOTH of them. I like to call it ‘swag,’…but really…it’s their gene pool. Both are loving, kind, sweet and fun, yet they don’t like to be messed with and they don’t like to NOT get their own way…I have no idea who they get that from? πŸ˜‰ Ruby’s more gobby with her ‘feist’ and Junior is certainly more ‘physical’..which is crinkle i need to iron out from his system. But yeah, lots of fun.

In spare minutes i’ve been going through and working on my business plan. I’m getting really excited for it all now and well i sort of enjoy gathering people who actually know what they’re doing, in their area of expertise ans suggesting they ‘do their do’ for me! *Wiggle..wink.*

It’s gonna be a hit and i’ve chosen a decent industry to try and ‘hit’ in. I’m feeling a great deal more confident and well it was funny because I had a brief convo with a gent the other day, who doesn’ t know me too well, yet must think i’m some kind of dainty wall flower. NOT ME AT ALL. I can be gentle, when gentle needs..yet i’m a determined, ambitious chick, innit. I don’t need my hand held, unless, i ask for a bit of hand holding. I’m not scared. Once i get going, i am on FIRE!

On the love front, i’m not finding time for ‘new.’ There is so much going on like, fifty Β hour work weeks, beauty line, babies, life and everything in between…that my time is all taken up. New boys wouldn’t get that and i’d have to do the whole, ‘get to know them’ phase, which right now…would be a nuisance. Lol. I’m awful, i know, but just I can’t seem to fit in dates, love, or welcome to Wunnaland tours at all. They’d sort of need to just either know me well and ‘slot in’ with a ‘nod’ and a ‘okay then,’ or not at all, as there’s not enough hours to nurture a new love. Plus, if they don’t live the same sort of life…then they’ll never get it. I have a lot of work on right now and i’m used to dating boys with a lot of work on also. PLUS, the babies! My life is the babies…and well because of work, every spare minute i get i want to cherish with them…or drink Pina coladas in a can…on my own whilst i gather my thoughts. πŸ™‚

Hope you’re having an awesome Sunday. I am. Rubes is off to play with cousins, so The Wunna’s, Junior and I are off to enjoy the sunshine. I had to bikini shop yesterday, and it’s a nightmare for me. Yeah, i’ve lost my baby weight, which is greatness, yet i have big boobies and a normal sized booty. I can’t fit in anything that isn’t properly tailored for my bikini body. πŸ™‚ I either have to buy separates for two of the same bikini, in different sizes so i can make ONE bikini out of them. NIGHTMARE! The good thing is that I got Junior swimming trunks with jungle animals on and Ruby a flamingo and Peppa pig frilly number. πŸ™‚

Life is good and things seem to be going my way.

I’m at work tomorrow, so i’m going to enjoy my day off today!


14 days and i’m there…





Dreams come true, Canned cocktails and Eyelashes!

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Soooooooooooooooooooooooo, lucky little me, has finally got the entire weekend…oh yes, i’m about to rejoice…OFF!! Now, i’m never one to enjoy the term, or should i say word, ‘OFF,’ as i’m an ‘ON’ kinda girl. I prefer to run around life, pulling down the ‘ON’ levers and never turning them off unless they’re drama. I enjoy excitement…love…work and family. YET, when you have worked your pretty little arse off and I have worked it off and then some, having a simple two merry days off, with the babies, means the world! I AM SO HAPPY!! I love working because i delight in having dosh. Yet, none of it makes you feel great or feel whole if you don’t come home to something worthwhile. YESTERDAY, when I flung the front door open and shouted, ‘Mummy’s home’ after a looooooooooong day at work, out of nowhere, BOTH babies came rushing, darting, dashing, leaping towards me, filled with beans, glee and all sorts, crawling like their life depended on this moment, and skipping so fast that tripping over feet seemed unimportant. They were SCREAMING with joy and as i bent down to a squat position. (I never squat, as i find it awkward…the only time i’ve squatted was probably during sex…and not for long. But i squatted down, meaning i must have completely lost my mind and fallen in love with the moment…and as I did, they both launched themselves upon me, with the biggest smiles imaginable, as they cuddled, kissed me madly and acted like they couldn’t love anything or anyone any more!!

THAT IS WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT! It made that crazy work week…something. It made that crazy work week…worth it. And it was just one of those moments i’ll always remember and always remember as special because, it made me think back at fathers and sort of feel mighty, as never in their entire lives now, (and it’s actually quite sad) will they ever get to come home form a busy day, or week at work, fling open the door, and have both the babies rush up to them madly with utter ‘i’ve missed you’ glee, love and happiness. Never. And it’s those moments that matter in life. Meaning that they miss out on all the best bits. The stuff that life is made of..which is sad really. But whatever…it’s great for me…I made good choices….i’m get the hugs! πŸ™‚ Hurrah! Lol.

I think things are about balance. You can’t have a great work life without a stable loving home life, or vice versa. They come hand in hand and well even if you think you’re happy..without that balance…you’re not. I promise. I mean, it made me feel invincible and helped me remember my purpose. I’m Mummy…and i’m ace. πŸ™‚ *Wiggle wink.* (Then Rubes decided to wet wipe my entire face off, because it hates when i ‘wear too much.’ Lol)

But yes, obviously i’m being quite preachy…because you can actually live your life the way you want it. πŸ™‚ However, i’m one for balance, which is love, happiness, family and money making. That’s how you have it all…when you can tick all the boxes, without missing one. I’m still a single mum of two, yet the babies fill the ‘romance’ void up, meaning not one piece of me feels unloved or unscrewed.

Okay away from all that. I have the weekend off and i’m currently drinking Pina Coladas from a can πŸ™‚ that I tried to purchase earlier, but got ID”d for. How hilarious. I got ID’s for a Β£1 pina colada cocktail in a can! I’m Chrissie flipping Wunna. I can do vino bottles like water. I’m 33 for crying out l0ud, not sixteen and trying to scrounge booze like a grown up. Anyway, I got them..and i’m now drinking them whilst reading my eyelash line business plan.

In case you didn’t know, I got my business plan written for me, as i believe in sticking to strengths. If i wrote it, it would be shit. So I hired the best guy I know In America, to do my plan for me. He graduated from an Ivy League school…craazy amazing resume etc…won awards and everything. He’s spent a lot of time doing the research…studying my competitors, forecasting my future money to be earnt…and sorting out my demographic…worldwide.

Tonight, i’ve been able to read it, because i have a spare minute. The last spare minute I had, I was filling in and answering 20 pages of questions for him.

Now the first part is done and i am SO impressed. It looks like i’m accidentally onto a winner and i’m keeping most of it secret, but i’m happy. πŸ™‚ I mean, did you know that fifty million pounds was spent by women on eyelash extensions last year. And did you know that my blog is read in loads of countries that he reckons that my obvious markets would be UK and USA, yet i could branch out to Europe, Brazil and even Indonesia! WTF!? Well done ME…little girl from Donny much!

I’m very impressed by his work and feel good that my money has gone to a great hardworking being! I’m a girl who thinks big and yeah I do believe in starting small…however, if i am passionate about something and beauty is something i should’ve done CORRECTLY ages ago…than i’ll go for it, all guns blazing. I’ve hired all the right people…i’m still sorting it all out, I have my manufactures and product in place and well Christmas will hopefully be ace.

Don’t let life get you down. I had a really SHITE start to 2014.. i had a miscarriage…just a little one, but i was surrounded by Β so much drama that the situation still upset me. I went through thyroid surgery…which if you didn’t know..I’m squeamish and dramatic, so obviously it was the end of the world…and of course ouchy. My marriage broke down, which broke my entire world to pieces, as i loved my husband with everything that I was, my whole heart loved him even if it seemed like it didn’t and to have him leave, hurt so much. I was left with the babies…devastated with the thoughts of how they would feel…moved, got a new job…just lots. But i survived it all and because i folded up the pity party and held my head high, followed my heart, worked hard and cared for the ones that i needed tooo….good things happened..and now…for the first time in ages…i can actually tell you…that i’m doing it. I’m actually going to be a success and it’s about bloody time! πŸ™‚ And even with all that, y’know, the dreams come true and all the money in the world. The best thing about my life is my favourite role ever…and that role is ‘MUM.’ πŸ™‚

I have two days off, then another fifty hour week of work…then I have 2 weeks off to holiday with my bambinos!!! πŸ™‚

You know those moments at the end of movies when the boy gets the girl, or the hard worker finally makes his millions…the feel good stories where you’re meant to sit and weep whilst being inspired…well today i feel like i’m three quarters of the way there.

I actually fucking did it and when I say it…I mean be a mum of two, have a day job, yet still juggle everything in order to make my own personal business, my dream come true…an ‘almost nearly there’ reality.

Pina Coladas in cans for everyone πŸ˜‰

Love you,

Chrissie x

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Little Productive Me



I’ve literally just dropped a bit of parma ham down my cleavage. Any time you find salty, bacon, bits, down your ‘silicone valley’ you are officially disgusting. The best thing about it was that I picked it up and ate it. (Oh shut up, it was only boob meat for approx 3 seconds. I dropped it and picked it up from my boobs immediately before nibbling.) I was glamourous the whole way through it. Then I washed it down with a ginger beer like I was Captain Jack Sparrow and called it a day. All of this, as some lady was reading me my astrological chart for the next six months. I completely believe in the stars you were born under. The moment you were born…to me…is highly significant.

Anyway enough of that!! TIME HAS JUST SLIPPED THROUGH MY FINGERS TODAY. Where did it all go! I’ve been rushed off my feet, working my arse off…At first it took me some time to get into it, as I tried to commit to my business plan, but my eyes wouldn’t work, let alone my brain, so i decided to opt for ‘fuck it’ and instead drove to ‘shopping’ to buy a giant mirror and beef jerky to snack on.

Weirdly, it woke me up…or maybe it was the mocha…(that’s my favourite coffee by the way) and well i looked at the time, realized I had no time left and shit loads to do, so i had to totter as fast as i could to the land of productivity, get home and get started. I managed to also purchase a children’s giant wooden activity box en route. (One of those wooden boxes with the multi coloured wiggly wire things, that have blocks on them that you see in banks and doctors waiting rooms for kids. SEE! Even though i’m busy, i always remember the children. Ooooh the babies! I love them. And in fifteen minutes i have to go pick them up! Nursery run much. Ugh, i didn’t even give myself time to sort out their bedrooms. Maybe they can help me do it later, and I can make like i’m Mary Poppins, which is Ruby’s new favourite DVD. ‘Frozen’ is so yesterday.

Right, so as son as I got home, I whopped open my pink laptop and with all the will in th world got through my business plan questionnaire. It’s hard work. A lot harder then you think,. It takes forever and well I had 20 pages to get through, with all the right answers…and I was only on page 4.

I did it though. I fucking did it. I championed it. So yeah…it may have taken me hours, but i sat through it and did it all and i did it all because I knew today was the only day that I could get it done…before work and babies got in the way. So the guy in America, only needed the first 4 pages…now he has 20. I enjoy whacking the ball over to the other side of the business court. I did my part…now it’s your go. I am now knackered. But weirdly impressed with myself. He’ll find his part easy, as he does it every day and his brain works in that manner. Mine’s more creative.

Today i’ve noticed that even though i’m all fire, a ball of energy, ambition and that good old Sagittarius fun..there’s a definite streak to me that is very sensible and stable. Very, ‘get your money right’ and ‘do the right thing.’ Very grounded. I’m sort of like my own anchor, that reins in the fizz of the Sagittarius champagne bubbles. ( You can tell i’ve just had my astro chart done.) I’m a lot moree balanced than i ever thought. You know those giant tubes that with one twist, BANG, POPS…and all of a sudden a streamy mess of confetti sand streamers fly out madly. Well..I’m the bang, pop, streamer mess naturally, the creative. Yet the stable part of me, is the kid that sweeps it all up afterward and puts the mess in the bin. πŸ™‚ I was never like that before. Now because of life, children and growing up..i’m super stable and i love it. But still fun. You’ve got to be fun. It’s weird because i’m a bit of everything, i love a good time, but i find extreme love for my creature comforts, home life and structure. I love coming home at the end of the night and having a family to adore. I love home life and it’s a shame that my love life isn’t always great because if i could wish for anything it would be for it to be right again, because my life right now is wonderful. It’s whole..and i’m a great catch. There’s a lot of love in Wunna land right now and it radiates from the children and I. I think that with the boys that I like i have immense ‘staying power’ and i wish that I the beings that i like or like, had immense staying power also. If i’m passionate about something, i’m in it forever and i love that about me. Life is going really well…when my life is going well…i sort of like to share it. I’m like that always…Yet i guess everything happens for a reason and timing is everything. (My boobs feel wibbly…i need to put a bra on.)

Okay, just a quicky. I need to go get the babies now and then pick my mum up from work. I promised Ruby that I would take her yo dinner tonight at Xscape. So we’ll see if she still fancies it.

Must trot. Love you all.

I’m back to work tomorrow.

Oh and you better all buy my lashes. I’ve worked my booty off on it.

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Glammy not Clammy


Morning bitches! Dolls! Kittens! Glamour Pusses! Kids! Mums! Boys! Ladies! (ooh…oooh de ladies!) I’m overly chipper today because quite frankly it’s MONDAY and i’m NOT AT FLIPPING WORK! Hurrah! Drinks all around, with a wiggle and a coffetti shower. Now, i’m not afraid of a good old days graft, yet i’ve successfully managed to complete a solid 0 hour work week, after being ill and with two babies…still in one piece, still smiling, whilst talking to the dude in America, who’s sorting out my business plan and whilst emailing in regards to my eyelash line. I’m naming my styles, fun things. Well after my favourite boys in LA. They were the reason behind my ever popular wink, so why not whop their names to a style and celebrate all things ‘Chrissie Wunna.’ (I have no idea why i’ve placed my name in commas, as it is my actual real name. These days i’m not detached from it. I’m me. The grown up version of me. When i did that Hilton show, which I loved by the way, i became two of me. There was ‘just Chrissie’ and the Chrissie that couldn’t walk around shopping centre’s due to happy teens and Mums wanting to take their picture with me. I didnt’ really hide behind the mask of ‘Chrissie Wunna’ as I am naturally, showy, naturally glitzy, naturally look at me and chatty. It was more my way of managing and coping with this sudden change in ‘everyone seems to know who i am for five minutes’ without going mental. I’m mental enough, so really…anything…but wine….helps. πŸ™‚ (I’m working so much that i don’t even have time to drink wine now. How shit is that! But whatever, i’m doing what i do best and that is love hard, smile with a wink and make money. I’m doing really well now.

So, as you’be gathered and mainly because i’ve just told you and because Β i’m actually writing a blog…i have the day off! Nothing is better, when you work ALL THE TIME, to have a MONDAY off work. I am over the moon. I couldn’t even sleep last night because I was that excited. My days off are now for errand running and catching up on the work that i like doing, ie/beauty line..auditioning etc. I want to make my mark and right now, i think that i’m gonna. Plus, i have the entire next weekend off to knuckle down and get going. (I’m currently having a flash back of a conversation I was having to an old friend in Morrisons, who was adjusting Mr.Kipling cakes on the isles to pretend like they were working hard.)

Another thing…why is everyone winning the lottery?? As you know…had message convo’s with Matt Myles who won the Euromillions. I think that’s simply because anyone that lucky must have some great karma. Very jealous. But very happy for him. Went into work the other day and a lady that i see every day…she’s 30…told me that she had won it too…well won Β£1 million,just before Christmas…ON A SCRATCH CARD! I’m surrounded by lottery winners and even though i’m one to work hard for my fine earned, Prada bag buying pences…when you win a bunch of money…it’s just better innit. It’s sexier. I actually feel bad for that girl who won the million on her scratch card because chubby taxi drivers keep asking her out and trying to woo her, with the best kind of wooing, a chip butty taxi driver could give. She sort of liked him but because she had split up from her hubby, she just wasn’t ready to date. I asked her if he was ‘fit.’ She said no, but he was a nice guy. UGH! HAHA.

I’ve decided that i’m quite superficial, when it comes to love. I like arm candy, eye candy, a good looking, great bodied guy. Maybe that’s why i’ve always dated younger? But i’m a swine for it. I’m shallow when it comes to chosen life partners. I did explain to her that my shallowness does get the better of me and i’ll always learn the hard way. Yet, just nice guy, doesn’t cut it for me. Neither does, ‘just hot.’ But i seem to be able to forgive a hottie faster than most…and i think it’s because i’m a fore sign. I’m quite masculine when it comes to love and sex and i don’t know whether it’s because I learnt it from my Hollywood guy friends, as I was always surrounded by boys, or whether, i’m just naturally like that because i’m a Sagittarius. Really. I don’t know?

I told her that i was the cougar, who will eventually settle down with the annoying toy boy, who uses me for everything that I am..as obviously i will be a giant success by then. She smiled, didn’t judge and showed me a text from the taxi driver, who i think called her’ beautiful.’ Very sweet. that’s nice. I just enjoy eye candy. I can’t have sex with someone unless i think they’re a dreamy hot. I’d rather take a vow of celibacy then have to put out with an average. πŸ™‚ HAHAHA. I am awful.

On the kids front, my babies are amazing. They’re both so smart now and i don’t mean that in a ‘aww they’re clever’ kinda way, like they’re actually super clever. I don’t know how? But i’m chuffed! Juniors trying to chitter chatter, Ruby is ever the actress. Yet more than anything they are closer than ever. When they’re apart they MISS each other so much, to the point where once reunited, Junior flings his arms around Ruby’s neck with squeaky glee, closes his eyes and just hugs her, as she hugs him back. If she cries, he power crawl up to her, rubs her back and gently pulls her hair out of her face, before scowling at whatever has made her weep. It’s things like that make you proud to be a mum. They’re great kids and they’ve weirdly been raised super well and by ME!!! Insane innit! HHAHA. Ruby’s mind is on fast forward, I don’t know how she knows so much….but she does. Junior is clever in the sense that you can give him anything and he’ll know what to do with it, from observation. Give him a tv remote, he’ll try and change the channel. Give him a hair brush, he’ll then start brush his hair, give him a pen, he’ll write, give him a phone and he’ll pale it up to his ear and say ‘Hiya.’ Give him a banana and he’ll do a monkey face and eat it. Both babies are super quick learners. They must get it off me. πŸ˜‰ Strut..strut..pout.

So, this morning, i managed to submit my audition, slightly hard as i had Junior plonking hand prints on my freshly fake tanned legs and Ruby crying her eyes out because she wanted ‘Frozen’ on before nursery and to not be in a yellow dress? I was sat at the dining table, typing away, with the circus that is Wunna land going on around me, trying to sell myself to important folk, but i did it with far too giant eyelashes on and too much lipgloss.

Got done thought didn’t it. Missed a bit out, but that happens. Once you’ve sent it, you always think of something that you wanted to say, that you didn’t. Then i drove the babies to nursery, drove my mum to work, dropped my brother off in Barnsley, grabbed a sarnie and shot back to blog, and sort out my business plan.

Life is good right now and i’m feeling really lucky. I have everything in the world, all going my way.

I’m happy.

I love you.

Stay Glammy, not clammy in the sunshine dolls.

Chrissie x



Turning them into ‘real.’


Afternoon, my gorgeous drips of luxury. I’ve missed you and hate that i haven’t managed to fit in blogs. It pisses me off, just as much as it narks you off too. I mean, you can’t be a blogger who doesn’t blog. But, I have 1 more days of hard work, work and more work, then i have a straight 2 weeks OFF, to blog like a wordy geek on heat and pretty much finally get to tell you everything that is going on in my rather glitzy, but shattered head. I will begin that telling you that the weather report on my phone lies. Why i didn’t just think to look out the goddamn window, i just don’t know? But yeah, I didn’t and went by what my app told me. Stupid app swore down that it would be sunny, so i reached for my little shorts and hoochie top…flip flops of wedginess and everything. Tended to Ruby/Mummy day in Doncaster. Cold as fuck. Windy as can be. I looked like a twat. And obviously because i’m one to be quite overdone and be quite OTT, Β i looked even more foolish, like i was trying to hard to be hot! The only way I can describe it…is like those 12 year old gypsy girls who walk around Xscape in Castleford, in their neon belly tops and booty shorts, smeared in too dark fake tan and eyeliner. This morning…i felt like i had been elbowed into such a box…(even though i swear down that I trump all glamour with my own sense of class and ‘ooh laa,) especially when the breakfast line at Debenhams,which was made up of middle aged frumpy women at 10.30am, decided to hate on my booty, with cross faces and stern eyes. I think i’ve naturally got sexy down, even in joggers. (Modest I know. πŸ˜‰ ) So once done up and if not done right for the occasion, i really can look like a prize donk. I actually don’t mind them hating on me…and mainly because it was funny and Ruby stole the limelight anyhow. Yet, don’t hate on me when you’re stood near BACON. That doesn’t make you win EVER. I’ve always said, if you’re going to get bollocked, fired, dumped or hate on someone mid argument…make sure you look FABULOUS. If you look HOT doing anything..you automatically win. πŸ™‚ If you’re by bacon and you’re middle aged and maybe not dressed to win at life…you’re in danger. πŸ™‚ ( Wow, i really am full of shite.)

But yeah, Ruby/Mummy day went down a treat, except we were both super tired today, so we sort of did everything for a little bit then threw in the towel, agreed to go home, plonk on comfies and chill with warm bottles of milk and cups of tea. Then we made phone calls to beings that comfort us, to make us remember that the world is a safer place and just like that…we were happy. We’ve done shopping lots now. It’s gotten old. Chill time seems perfect right now. In life and be it relationships, friendships, work, family…everything..sometimes you have to change it up, take a full break or do something different in order to appreciate what you once had. It’s not the end of the world, and really just part of being human. The people that still love you, still want you to work for them, still regard you as family, still want to chill even…are the people who truly care. They’ll always be there no matter what. The ones that aren’t never really cared to being with. (I need a massage.)

Okay, so i’ve done a lot of beauty line stuff today. I want an online Christmas Launch and i’m going to to do it right. I’ve designed it all myself etc..and chosen the lashes…created the ins,….the outs…yet even though i lash myself up, i actually don’t know how to apply them on others. That’s bad right? I mean, I lash all the time and I think nothing of it. I find it really easy peasy. Yet, i forget that others struggle. So, when a friend asked me to do hers for her, it felt odd because I didn’t actually know how to, meaning i can do it on myself…yet i can’t apply lashes on others. I don’t like that, so i’m going to learn. I want to be involved in my lash line process 100 percent. I need to be able to apply them on others, guide them correctly, even be able to stand at a pop up lash bar and get lashing people up if i needed to! So, i’m excited!! Learning something you love isn’t really a chore.

I’m working really hard to make everything come together and working really hard to be able to save up, in order to splurge and invest. Yeah, the blog suffers for a little bit for it. Yet…once up and running…i’l be one happy kitten.

So, yes, it’ll all start online and mainly because when you sell to stores, they buy a year head and well i want to begin selling NOW.

I can do it. I’ll love doing it…and well if i do and if it does end up being a success…then i did pretty well for a single mum of two, with a full time day job, din’t I! πŸ˜‰

Right, i’m off to coffee up, as i have to pick my mum up from work later (she has car issues) and i’m knackered from wearing booty shorts all day.

I only really have today to chill…and recover, because as soon as tomorrow begins…i’m working full on, everyday and for the next Β days. BOOM!

Wish me luck.

Coffee here.



‘Both End Burning’ Candle Much


Oh my GOD! Have I been poorly or have I been poorly! Let’s just call it a juicy bone of exhaustion, undernourishment, a dash of dehydration, an exertion of too much physical energy, day job, mild stress, beauty line and being a Mum of two babies…made me feel all hot, sweaty and migrainey, to the point of ‘pass out.’ Then I opened my car door and puked out the side of it. I didn’t look after myself very well, during a hard schedule of life and well i ended up with some gastric virus. I’ve worked all week and Mummied all night and not really slept enough…or eating enough really. Sent my brain and body doo lally…and well left be ill, poorly, in bed, from Friday 7.00pm onwards. Yesterday was literally the first day that I could actually get out of bed WITH painkillers as my friend. I troopered through yesterday, as I had spent my two days off just passed out ill, meaning the babies didn’t get any quality Mummy time. So like any great Kitten of Motherhood does, I took a pill of ‘Man Up’ and entertained the bambinos like there was simply nothing wrong. Once it was baby bed time, I flopped over in a glamourous heap, lol, took more pain killers…and rested.

We kinda always forget to take care of ourselves and wonder why we become broken pieces of ‘ooh laa.’ My body and mind KO’d on me and well because of the ‘poorly’ i’ve had to have the next two days of work in order to recover, recuperate and refuel. This weekend I learnt that you can’t run on empty. You can’t be a success and burn on no fuel. If you do, you don’t enjoy any of it. Instead you work yourself into the ground, leaving only a bleak shadow of your fabulousity, instead of that solid stamp of DIVA!

On the other hand the kids are great, alls great and life is good. i’m still really lucky, really grateful, but now it’s time to wiggle life Β correctly to get my eyelash line up and running, for my Crimbo launch.

In my dreams last night, I actually dreamt that I smoked a whole pack of cigarettes? Even my dreamland is stressed. πŸ™‚ And another thing, I kept going through weird sweats..and I NEVER sweat…and it made everything i was wearing feel too tight? It was odd. I was even panic tugging my knee high socks off me, because i felt my legs couldn’t breathe? I mean, I could’ve been wearing clown pants and still felt suffocated?? (Clowns are weird people. I always feel like that they’re secretly miserable people, who are forced to make people laugh for job. πŸ™‚ I mean, people think it’s weird that I whore this much slap on, look at Coco the fucking clown, with his giant ear to ear smile glooped on his face. Poor sod. He couldn’t even pull a sad face if he wanted to. You could smack him in the goolies, steal his wallet and poke him in the eye and he’s still have to smile all the way through it. That’s not what happiness is about. Hahaha.)

I feel bad because i’m not even managing to fit in my blogs due to working so much. But they’re here when they’re here and they’re not going anywhere.

Today I need to refuel, I need a cuddle and to feel nurtured really. I need some fresh air and i’m missing the woods! Give me my forest!! I haven’t been ALL YEAR.

I got flung a ‘Damsel in Success’ book, which is a book to help women in business, just now. So I’m having to read it today and make use of my two days off. So see…even when i’m meant to be chilling…i still end up having to work some part of me. I’m best at working my ‘wink’ but with a migraine, it’s not as effective. it kinda looks like i’m an old biddy Asian, trying to hit on a youngster. It’s an achey wink rather than a quick, yet gentle punch of glamour.’

But whatever i’ll stop moaning now. I’m feeling MUCH better and well after Tuesday, i’ll be back on track. But i actually need to get better by tonight, as Ruby and I have our ‘one on one’ day tomorrow…

The good thing about being ill, is the fact that i can indulge in Catfish marathons and Real Housewives episodes. My FAVE SHOW EVER and I haven’t been able to watch it in MONTHS!!

It’s in in a second, so i’m going to have to love you and leave you.

But yeah, like a FB photo that i share last night,


Winston Churchill said that.

There you go, a bit of history. Now love it and get going. πŸ™‚

Oh and don’t burn the candle at both ends…you’ll feel really shitty for it.




Hip Hop, Ruby, Salon Day


It’s ages since I got those flowers and sighted Baby Howel aka Baby Wazza, meaning i haven’t managed to fit in a blgo for an entire WEEK! Wowzers! Lots and lots has happened, work wise, success wise, in the home and emotionally…but mainly and more than anything, the number one thing that has happens is WORK.

Yep, I have been working my pretty little arse off and well…you can jump off the cliff with your fingers crossed, stand ten feet tall after 2 bottles of wine, or you forget about chancing it…and dedicate yourself to hard flipping work, in order to get the results you want. It works. Plus, i’m fricking lucky. Meaning, my life..right now…is PHENOMENAL! πŸ™‚

I worked the entire weekend and well i’ll work through this whole week. Today is my day off, so Ruby and I had our ‘one on one’ day, which as you all know consists of her favourite, which is shopping, posh dining, mild kiddie stuff and going to the nail salon. I know it may sound bizarre that she’s always doing grown up stuff, yet really, if you knew Rubes…she has just always been that way. Yes, mainly down to my accidental influence, she watched Mummy and wants to do the same. However, she’s been doing restaurants since she was 3 months old and following Mummy to the salon always…meaning they’re not foreign places to her. In fact, they’re pretty normal. I’d also like to point out that i’m not a ‘toddler and tiara’s’ kinda Mum. I’m the opposite. Therefore it’s not done to beautify and simply done in the name of ‘chill. Glamour pusses, chill in their most comfortable environments. Salons, shopping, handsome faces and five* luxury….is our favourite. πŸ™‚ (I had to buy her another rip off teddy today from Build a bear.) I only had a brief, gentle rant because one lady pulled at a face at me,w hen i asked if Ruby could have her nails painted in the salon. STOP SCOWLING. Firstly, rules of wrinkles much. πŸ™‚ Secondly, I’m not scowling at you…so crack a smile and get out of my bubble. (‘To the left, to the left.’)

Anyway, Ruby/Mummy day went awesomely and we’re now home chilling, watching telly, eating mini Millies’ cookies and cuddling. I have ‘one on one’ days with the babies, simply because there’s two and just ME. (Thanks for that fathers. πŸ™‚ ) Β I think it’s important that they have they’re own time with me…as they fight for it usually…right now they’re getting on splendidly. Junior has turned into a LOVE BUNNY. He wants to softly cuddle, caress and open mouth kiss EVERYTHING. It’s worrying. But soooo cute, i could EAT HIM. He’s soooooooooooo ADORABLE. I can’t even explain it to you. Ruby is just a diva. Point blank..a Diva, even nursery say it. Looks wise, she is her father in a frock…as I like to say. Personality wise, she is ALL WUNNA. In fact, SO WUNNA, it is terrifying. We have feisty women in our family. The boys are all passive, but the chicks are all fire! She laughed at me today because she thinks i don’t know who Eminem and Rihanna are, she asked for a sword, and she talked to every stranger going. UGH! ‘Hi, what’s your name, what are you doing here, have you met my Mum Chrissie?’

I’m really lucky to have them both. We’re currently the acest functioning family ever. Things have just fallen perfectly into place now…and well i could even dare say we’re ‘winning’ at it. πŸ™‚ Life that is. Roll on the beauty line and then BINGO…we’ve made it. Wahoo! IN YOUR FACE 2014! Bad start, awesome finish. (Totally just Tweeted the Hip hop lullaby CD that i’m intending to purchase for Junior and Howel. Baby Lullaby version of Gangsta Paradise and Lose Yourself. What is more awesome! Our babies WILL be hip hoppidy!! Wazza reckons Howel’s going to be a goth just to spite him. πŸ™‚ My children wouldn’t DARE be goths, or refuse to like hip hop. Yeah they like Frozen, yeah they love ‘Let it go…,’ yeah we play ‘Twinkle, Twinkle.’ But my kids certainly get down to a bit of ‘No diggity,’ a dash of ‘Drop it like it’s hot’, with me most days! They love it.)

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about love a lot recently and well the art of love is to not always think and analyse, but to just get on with it and love. So, i’m just grazing through life, loving it and seeing what occurs. I’m a lucky little cow, frilly socks and everything. So, i’m smiling and well just really working hard. Today, i feel like i’m actually going to make it. The lash line is going to be divine. Love is always around me….it’s everywhere I look. When is comes to being a girl, we just love to be adored and cherished and comforted. We love support, respect, loyalty and appreciation. I love a dash of Princess treatment. More than anything, love makes me feel ALIVE. But so does success. πŸ™‚ I’m quite well balanced, or just greedy.

Lots of great stuff has happened and is actually currently happening and as always i’m ever so grateful. I can’t even believe it. I even had a random psychic women pause and then stop me in a supermarket and say, ‘Great things are going to happen to you.’ Whether they do or don’t…it was just ace to hear it. My story just ends wonderfully…that i have always be sure about. How…i never knew? So yeah, even though i’m quite practical now, whole, quit with the fingers crossed brigade and work hard to make things happen…i’m still quite whimsical…still quite spiritual and well i still think things fate, chance and luck have a bit to do with things. I mean look at Matt…(Matt Myles.) I chatted Β to him on Facebook briefly and well he’s the guy who just won the Euromillions. Just like that too. Quit his factory job. Started living his life the way he had always wanted. That was chance and it worked. Anything can happen.

Anyway, i better trot off. I’ve had an ace da and a great evening planned. Y’know the greatest thing about today was the fact that Ruby saw a little girl with a ‘Build a Bear’ pony on wheels…they were glitter roller skates to be exact and with a glitter lead. She wanted it sooo badly. To the point that her eyes were lit with absolute ‘gee whiz.’ And I guess, being in a position to just be able to get her it, or anything that she wanted, without having to think twice or for even half a second and down to working super hard… makes me happy. Happiness is what life is about. I’m think i’m filled with lots of ‘well done me’ today. I’m working hard, but for a reason. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚



Life has got good

Hi Dolls! You have my absolute sincerest apologies for the distinct lack of blog writing, but as always…it’s not my fault. πŸ™‚ (That’s a lie. I enjoy that i’ve begun with lying. To be honest, I’m a being who always takes responsiblity for all the shit things i do. I’m one to hold my hands up and then charm my way out of it…firstly with intellect and humour, but if that doesn’t work…i just keep it simple and go with boobies.)

I adore my blog more than anything, yet i’m always either working, being mum, working or being mum…then fitting in social time..meaning that i’m yearn ing for that fifteen minutes a day where i’m on my own…just me…in a quiet corner and able to blog. It doesnt’ happen often. I’ve turned into a money making machine, still a love bunny…and well a hardcore Mummy of two! I’m doing it and doing it well!

Okay, don’t even know where I left off. I did a girls night on Monday. Did I even tell you? Working the next day was rubbish. Oldies can’t party. But it was a dinner. A great dinner. With 20 of my chick friends/acquaintances. Love them all. We wined, dined and gobbled up food to laughter. Then I went home early instead of partying the night away and simply because I had babies, work in the morning and well people around me that sort of made me more responsible, as you all know what i’m like..give me a wine and i’m off galloping into the distance to the merry sound of good times and trouble. As soon as I got home though, nothing felt better! I snook in on my babies, as they slept…smiled and was super glad for every moment that i’ve have with them. Things are about balance. Coming home early rocked…especially because everyone else felt like shit at work the next day. I was fresh as a daisy..and got to open my eyes to the little ones.

Other than that working hard. Loving it. I’m doing well right now and feeling really whole, confident and loved. I’m being more generous than ever…and simple out of happiness and my natural good nature. πŸ™‚ I adore giving…or is that shopping? πŸ˜‰ Every being that i met on…i think it was Wednesday recieved a gift from me and simply because I wanted them to know how much I adored them. πŸ™‚

I FINALLY GOT TO CUDDLE BABY HOWEL! Baby Wazza…and Hannah….if you are unaware of what i’m going about. Wazza is a proper grown up now, working hard, now a hardcore family man, new baby son, about to get married…running two properties…yes super grown up stuff. He still does this…but chrissiewunna.com seems to run itself now. (I just need to be able to blog more.) But yes…I finally met up with the very witty and rather beautiful HANNAH (his missus)…and we did tea with Baby Howel…(Junior was poorly.) Hannah was gorgeous, funny and very boobied and well it was kinda great to chatter with her because I never have had that one on one time with her, even though i’ve adored her mucho.

She was funny, open, and just great. There’s a down to earthness about her, with a glammy, fun, good morals n’all twist. πŸ™‚ I did feel bad though as Hannah had managed to keep Howel in one pretty piece until she passed him to me. As soon as he was on my knee, within five seconds, I had already let him grab a full cuppa tea and accidental pour it on…’everywhere.’ πŸ™‚ I am rubbish with babies, but love them so much. It’s like me and all relationships. πŸ™‚ But I greeted Hannah with a hand tied bouquet from my new fave, last minute find florist in Ackworth on Wakefield Rd. It was simple, and more wild stemmy than anything, but pretty. And well, I also bought Howel his ‘coming into the world pressie,’ with was a money box, piggy bank..whatever you want to call it…that read’ Toy fund’…and began his little fund for him..:) I mean Hannah and I did contemplate whether we should just spend it on shoes…but we let Howel have it. What Hannah does with it now is on her. πŸ™‚

Great afternoon. It actually feels really great to be social again. I’ve birthed my babies, i’m not back to hot, i’m working, i’m happy and weirdly super lucky??? Things have gotten back to normal. No more pregnancy hormones drama or feeling wibbly. LIFE IS GREAT! I feel like i have everything…well almost everything. πŸ˜‰

Since my afternoon tea i’ve worked my arse off, but inbetween have be awesome moments with the children and well just life. I can’t believe how wonderful everything is turning out, after such a hard start to the year. But like, good things happen to good people. Life is an amazing thing.

Oooh. I’ve also noticed that what goes around comes around. It seems that i’ve been buying loads of people giant bouquets of recent, just out of love and simply because all girls deserve them. It’s just nice to recieve flowers. It’s fresh, girly and a classic call.

Work was stressy yesterday and well i recieved a text stating that I was to go pick up a little something that would hopefully end my day with a smile.

I GOT FLOWERS!!!! BEAUTIFUL ONES!! Perfectly picked pour moi and with a card that read, ‘Hope this makes your day a little better.’ πŸ™‚


See! What goes around comes around! It’s the little things. I LOVE RECEIVING FLOWERS. I’m super girly and well fleurs just make me melt! Love it. Love it. Love it. Plus, it’s been a long time since i’ve felt appreciated or properly adored. So it’s truly lovely for someone to be precious enough to think that i deserve the prettiest bunch of flowerage ever. I love lilies…my favourite flower!

I’m super lucky. Super grateful. Super happy right now.

I don’t know what’s happened, but all these amazing things keep happening to me one by one? How life changes! Keep going folks.

Today i’m chilling with baby J, who unlike Ruby is too poorly to go to nursery. He’s just teething but of course, with him being a boy, it’s dramatic.

If you do anything today buy a scent. All people should wear a fragrance and simply because not only is it sexy, but it’s how i remember people. If I smell a smell that I have encountered, it sends me dooo lally. Secondly…:) tell someone you appreciate that you actually appreciate. In fact don’t just tell them….show them. Remember good things happen to good people. Yet everything you do has to come from the right place. Innit. Easy reall..unless you’re an absolute ************* (I’ll let you fill in that blank.)