Sleep Better: 6 Ways To Get More Sleep!

I’m lucky when it comes to sleeping. I fall into a deep sleep from the moment my eyelids close and boast the ability to fall asleep in nearly any location. I know not everybody is blessed in the realm of much needed shut-eye, so I’ll quit bragging and start sharing accumulated wisdom on how to get more high quality sleep.

1. A warm bath or shower near bedtime will help to prepare your mind for a calming snooze due to its therapeutic nature. Simplified science bit: your body temperature drops once you’ve finished, causing you to feel appropriately sleepy.

2. You already know that we function best on 8 hours of sleep a night (- 8 for adults, 9-10 for growing teens and children), but did you know that 4 hours is also doable? Very important people on supremely busy schedules have sworn by attaining 4 hours of sleep per night – from Madonna to Thatcher, with their high productivity validating their unorthodox habit. Snoozing for 4 hours is the minimum goal as you awaken just before the R.E.M stage, although you shouldn’t make 4 hours a nightly habit!

3. The jury is still out when it comes to naps, but some strands of research suggest napping can boost brain performance. The catch is that you’re only allowed to nap for 10-30 minutes, otherwise known as a power-nap. If you nap for longer it causes sleep inertia, which is when your body feels heavy and your head is befuddled from oversleeping.

4. You need to feel comfortable before you’re able to nod off for the night. We don’t just choose comfort in the pursuit of luxury, it’s actually an integral component to the art of sleeping soundly. Consciously relax your muscles, starting from your shoulders down to your ankles, and you will feel primed for sleep in no time. Do this whenever you feel restless in your bed.

5. The logically named Sleep Cycle App (available in the Apple store) tracks your sleep cycle in order to wake you up naturally. It’s a more effective alarm clock because it prevents you from feeling groggy by slowly waking you from your slumber 30 minutes early. It also lets you rate how you feel at the moment of waking before providing you with data as to how well you slept. Highly recommended!

6. Avoid caffiene. I know you know this, but I had to say it: don’t drink caffiene within an hour of going to bed as it will only make you feel more awake. Stocking up on decaffeinated drinks is a solution here!

I hope you rest up well and keep these tricks in mind! Relaxation and planning ahead is key. Goodnight, sweet Prince(s).

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7 Perks of Being Home Alone

Recently I had the flat to myself for a few sweet days and made some discoveries to share with you. Here is some small scale satisfaction you can indulge in the next time you find yourself home alone.


1. Shower for as long as you like – Being home alone means no queue for the bathroom and thus no need to cut your shower time short. There’s also nobody around to judge you if you’d rather leave the daily cleansing ritual to an unorthodox time of day, or if you need to do the now risk-free naked run.

2. Walk around nakedSelf-confessed exhibitionist or not, the exhilarating feeling accompanying a naked traipse around is worth it. The pressure to cover up suddenly vanishes when you know you won’t be seen by anybody, with a heightened sense of body confidence (and maybe vanity) taking its place.

3. The kitchen is your domain Cooking can be stressful: it requires equipment, ingredients and spare time to supervise your efforts, along with an occasional stir with the big spoon. Most people eat their evening meal in tandem, making the kitchen a competitive area; suffice to say, this will no longer be the case, and it feels so good. It’s also a good time to try out an ambitious recipe since you have time to clean up any mess you totally didn’t make. 

4. Tidying-up can wait until the last minute – Consideration for other people engenders an enhanced responsibility to clean up after yourself – unless you’re home alone. If your housemates or family are away for more than one day, postpone damage repair to the last day of homely freedom and relax. 

5. Do the activities you’re usually too self-conscious to do Ideas include: singing, practicing an instrument, painting on a canvas; anything you’re afraid to do in front of other people is now open to you as an activity. Take advantage of this: create! Keep creating upon their return.

6. You can talk to yourself Lots of us process thoughts, feelings and decisions via communication and since you’re the expert on your life, there’s no better person to verbally consult than yourself. If you need to reel off your to-do list or relieve your brain of current obsessions aloud, you can freely do so.

7. Borrow something, return it ASAP and voilaSometimes you don’t have a household object to hand and suspect a housemate might possess it, yet you’d rather not disturb anybody. Fear not, you can now use whatever utensil you like and put it back without any human interaction involved. It’s the little things.

Internet Nuggets: Tips for writers, Lady Gaga & Madonna are comeback Queens, Voting & More!

It’s March, somehow! Spring will fully blossom between the 19th – 21st of the month and with it, the days will finally get brighter. In the meantime, I want to share with you some of the fascinating viewpoints, pop culture highlights and morsels of news I’ve read about over the past few weeks.


Did you catch Lady Gaga at the Oscars? Her phenomenal voice slayed so magnificently, it stunned the fickle media into proclaiming her the comeback Queen.

Speaking of the Oscars, here’s some statistics on how diverse (or not) the Oscar nominees tend to be: White men everywhere.

Women have periods, whereby the uterus releases blood via the vagina for around 7 days of every month. Surprisingly, none of us consider this a luxurious event. –  It needs to stop being taxed as such.

Kurt Cobain was a feminist and his songs reflected his strong views on non-discrimination. Yes, even the unfortunately titled one.

To digress, I’m personally passionate about boldly using split infinitives because the old guidelines are definitely obsolete…

The speculation might be over by now, but Emma Watson’s response to the rumour that she scored a Prince still rules.

Not to shock you, but Apple lied. ‘Shuffle’ isn’t truly random.

THERE IS GOING TO BE AN ‘ADVENTURE TIME’ FILM by the same producers as the Lego Movie and it’s going to be awesome-sauce.

50 Shades of Grey glamourises an abusive relationship and that’s all it does. Take it from someone who knows.

When I discovered Madonna had fallen down a staircase, I mostly hoped it meant her new single gets 10x the radio play, thus silencing the misogynistic notion that she’s “too old” to make music.

If you’re a writer who hopes to produce long fiction one day, I think these 7 tips for writing a novel are pretty useful.

Noel Gallagher insulted another musician again. Only this time it was an ill thought-out slight against Beyonce’s talent.

London is becoming gentrified, including the underwhelming parts I grew up in. A writer produced a thought-provoking piece on the fetishisation of working class culture.

If you live in the UK, you need to vote. There are links to register here.

One of my favourite programmes at the moment is Cucumber, an original drama about LGBTQ lives from stellar writer Russell T. Davies.

Debbie Harry still performs with Blondie and watches The X Factor in her downtime, apparently.

Politics is interesting – don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. Recently I took the ‘Vote for Policies’ survey and this is one I’m keen to see come into fruition.

INXS – Never Tear Us Apart is one of my favourite songs ever. A writer for the AV Club recently agreed with me.


I hope you’ve enjoyed these nuggets! Let me know if any of the articles inspire or enrage you particularly and I’ll respond in kind.

I Ruined My Hair! & How I’m Fixing It.

I’ve had enough, this is my prayer That I’ll die livin’ just as free as my hair

Lady Gaga

Our hair is a part of our identity. It’s a reflection of our personality, and while the purist in you might wish appearances didn’t matter, you realise the value society places upon it. Our skeptical selves gather information about a person subconsciously, so when somebody maintains their appearance we assess them as having high self-esteem. Since we can’t walk around in philosophical discussion 24/7, we need visual indicators to help us understand each other on a basic level. Whenever we go through personal changes, or process a break-up, or even just get bored, we change our hair to mark the occasion. In the words of Oscar Wilde, “It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.”

The Samson effect

Hence, our hair can be compared to the lion’s mane: a symbol of personal power and societal status. Some people express their individuality through bright hair and under cuts, while others keep it short and straight to show they mean business. It’s fun to play with the outer shell of our identity as our adolescent selves knew all too well. Whenever my sister took me shopping as a child, she had to bribe me with a fast-food lunch or else I’d lose motivation. There were only a few material things that excited me, namely tops and dresses, stationary and hair dye. I can recall standing in Boots/Superdrug with my mouth ajar at how many different colours your hair could be. My deepest wish was to be as blonde as Britney but my eye was also drawn to the mystery of jet-black hair.

My hair inspiration: Britney Spears.

Drastic Measures

It wasn’t until adolescence hijacked my hormones that I actually planned to transform my mousey-brown locks. I remember browsing through a hairstyle magazine with my best friend, age 12, when suddenly I decided red highlights on a black bob was the right look for me; luckily my parents loved me enough to deny me their permission. Still, my headstrong self kept the dream of cool hair alive until my 13th birthday, when I was given the go-ahead for a pixie cut. I’d fallen in love with it as it looked amazing on the hair model. It looked amazing. On the hair model. The hair model suited the hairstyle. Hair. Model.

I was too young to factor in my face shape and skin tone, thus meaning I was clueless to the rules surrounding androgynous haircuts mixing with round faces. Generally speaking, faces slim enough for pixie cuts during adulthood, however I was no older than Juliet and soon to have a lot less hair. The next step, I thought, would be to paint it black: increasing the edgy factor would be my saving grace. My goth phase was in full swing at this point, thus meaning I’d look even cooler on my weekend trips to Camden.

My mum refused. She now tells the story of how she let me browse a boot fair for my jet-black bottle dreams in the knowledge that nobody had any to sell. It didn’t work as a deterrence for long though as I soon had a hairstyle akin to Gerard Way, circa 2005:

Gerard Way in Helena
A fair representation of my hair – and face – at the time.

I used to wear red eye shadow too. Don’t ask me why, I’ve no idea. By the time I was 14 I’d learned my lesson, or so everyone thought. My drastic haircut coincided with a dip in my social status now that I was a confirmed ‘alternative’ and I eventually conceded to the idea that I’d made a mistake. Maybe mousey-brown locks were my destiny and choppy layers were only for those blessed with higher cheekbones. Alternatively, I just wanted what I couldn’t have and missed having long hair as a symbol of femininity. Either way, my thick mane of dull brown hair couldn’t grow back quick enough.

Suicide blonde

I barely did anything to my appearance when I was 15, other than filter my photos into black and white so I had a new default picture for MySpace. As I turned 16 and left high school I decided enough was enough – pass me that bottle of bleach!

“No.” My mum said.

“Oh. Okay” I replied.

Nevertheless, my years of longing for barbie’s mane had proved my devotion to the hair colour gentlemen allegedly prefer. Before the inevitable ‘reinvention’ of myself in time for Sixth form, I had honey blonde streaks painted into my hair. The idea was to prevent hair damage by highlighting my light brown hair into a golden hue, thus tricking your eye into perceiving an all-over blonde effect. The result of this sneaky tactic?

Me at 16. In the bathroom by the mirror, naturally.

Lots of people adored my fresh look. My hairdresser had explained to me the importance of matching my fair skin-tone with darker blonde shades, while the kind spirits on Yahoo! answers emphasised to ‘STAY AWAY FROM ASH BLONDE.’

“Ash blonde ay, what an idea. I love the smell of peroxide in the morning” – My stupid mind. Probably.


Highlights were not what my angsty self had set out to achieve but unfortunate circumstances meant my self-care took a backseat for the duration of my 17th year. Blinded by own vision, I worked up the courage to have my hair dyed bleach-blonde in time for my 18th birthday despite not needing the hair damage…

18 and blonde.

I think blonde suited me, despite its distance from my natural hue. For some reason, I was never content with my hair and always wanted to improve whatever beautiful hairstyle I had. At the time, I was working in a bakery and fawned over the light blonde bob my co-worker had. How could she afford to maintain it so well?!

She gave me the number of a freelance hairdresser who came to my house with hair bleach and gave me a brighter colour for a discounted price. It was a kind act that lead to a kaleidoscope effect in my hair.

– Sometimes you can get addicted to mercilessly dying your hair because you want to look perfect, but perfection comes at a high price! Ask yourself if you really need to re-dye your ‘do and ensure you condition your hair to prevent damage! –

At age 19, I had completed the gap year I haven’t told you about yet (it happened: it was okay) and about to set off for University. Whilst I now had the blonde hair I’d always wanted, I felt the new pastures should be greeted be a ‘new me’ hairstyle-wise. Luckily blonde is a great base for any colour as you’re guaranteed to get a bright result, and soon my hair was pillarbox-red:

Fiery red hair. So shiny and thick in texture.

I used the XXL Live permanent hair dye numerous times if I thought the colour wasn’t bright enough, or if I could get 2 for the price of 1. After a solid year of this follicle debauchery, my 20th birthday arrived and I decided to dye it yet again. The result was a gorgeous, deep red akin to Freida from Abba. When I travelled back home to London during the Easter holidays, everybody was happy…except for my mum.

“Do you want your hair to fall out?” She said. “It won’t!” I probably said. Good point, well made.

In case it wasn’t already obvious, my mum was right. The above picture was taken just before my hair rapidly started falling out. It wasn’t just in the shower either – strands upon strands fell onto my bed, kitchen utensils…even the communal sofas I shared with 11 other flatmates. It had gotten so out of hand, a group of them blue-tacked a stray clump of my ruby locks to the wall to signify their annoyance. (Admittedly they were also just bullies.) Remember what I told you in paragraph 1? The state of your hair reflects the state of your mind, and it had become obvious to others that I lacked self-care.

Despite this, I didn’t acknowledge the warning signs that my thick hair was soon to shed into thin wisps. Somehow it had come to my attention that semi-permanent hairdye actually conditions your hair into better health. Cue another transformation:

Somebody said I look like an anime character. How kind.

I did what I could to salvage my mane until I grew restless. One day, XXL announced a simple way to dye your hair ash blonde and my student loan arrived just in time for me add this new concoction to my list of hair regrets…

A fake smile for a failed attempt at blonde hair.

Nobody has a name for that hair colour because it’s a mess of never allowing my hair to fully grow out. I was beginning to wish I’d never ditched the thick blonde mane I had lusted after and attained in the years prior. There’s a visible difference between the texture and shine of this mane and my prior photos. By summer, my hair had thinned to such an extent it looked greasy everyday, no matter how much I conditioned it:

Thinning hair in a dry, damaged condition.

Eventually I settled with the idea of having dull hair until I could condition it into behaving like the silky mane I once loved. In the meantime, I successfully wore a 10-day wash-out box of purple magic last year, aged 22.

Wash-out colours will not damage your hair.

Nothing as drastic has happened since and I’m a content brunette. This has taken some time and I might’ve experimented with red and brown semi-permanent dyes along the way, but I’m finally here. I still hope my hair will re-grow with the same thickness it once had, although I don’t hold out hope. I just wanted to share with you my tale of hair woe in the hope you will learn from my mistakes.

1) Sometimes you have to leave your hair alone and accept yourself enough to respect your current appearance.

2) It’s easier to go from a light colour to dark, but damaging to reverse this process.

3) Don’t dye your hair too much. It really is that simple, apparently!

a happy winter
Brunette is back, with red highlights sneaking in.