Face Cream that really works? Be still my beating heart.

This woman is 67. I'm lying but read on...
This woman is 67. I’m lying but read on…

The trauma of the mirror continues to horrify on a regular basis. Inside I feel 18 and exterior wise – the swags and tails that used to adorn curtains in the 80’s have moved into my face. Dear God. It is now clear the image of the original gargoyle must have been based on an Aberdonian woman in her 50’s.  So I am at the stage where you will consider anything to fight the ravages of time. Well within reason. So earlier this year I adopted a new regime – a product called Environ.

The guy who developed it is a plastic surgeon from South Africa who noticed when he applied the cream to people recovering from surgery that their skin seemed to improve and rejuvenate. Well I didn’t need to hear that more than once – slap it on! In fact hell I will eat it if it works.


We  do love a before and after and so here it is…..


There are an array of different creams you start at Level 1 and as your skin becomes hardened (not the best word in these circumstances – lets go with accustomed) to the Vitamin A in the cream you can gradually increase the potency. ?I am now a good few months down the line withit and I swear my skin is better. Really.

I am not getting sponsored, paid or encouraged to write this but as a 50 something woman its nice to find something that seems to improve things without the aid of a knife, an anaesthetic or a balaclava.

Its nae cheap but then neither is buying every other cream every other day and slapping it on with no continuity. One set of the stuff kept me going for 4 months so it may seem dear but its an investment I am happy to make.

Every good facial involves gunge. Environ is no exception.
Every good facial involves gunge. Environ is no exception.

In addition you can indulge in anEnviron facial – the photo of which is me in full Hannibal Lecter mask – it just adds to the overall treatment and frankly afterwards I felt fresh as a daisy. I still haven’t been ID’d in the local as being potentially underage but I live in hope.

Just thought I’d share the chat – feel free to ignore it!

You do need to find a facialist who stocks Environ – in Edinburgh there are a few – Claires in Edinburgh is who puts up with me –  she is great at what she does so when you are lying around looking like a nitwit fun I do like a laugh.

This article is all about the Dr who developed it  – have a read if you fancy.

Beware you are unlikely to get a lumber wearing this.
Beware you are unlikely to get a lumber wearing this.

The Brandon at Canonmills – yum yum yum.


In the place where Cross and Corner used to live there’s now a wee bar/restaurant on that corner of Broughton Street and Eyre Place called Brandon’s of Canonmills.  A refreshing groovsters hangout with food that frankly my lips haven’t stopped smacking themselves about since we tried it.
When I say groovsters hang out clearly not just groovsters as we are about as far from the category as you can get and still be labelled human.

We are 3 middle aged woman and a sausage dog. Sounds like a film but no it’s just my life.

So just to clarify….dogs are very welcome indeed as is everyone it seems.

When you have hit the dizzy heights of 50 odd (with the emphasis on odd in this case) it’s disheartening and annoying the number of people who ignore you, don’t do eye contact or assume you are in for a cup of tea or a slash. Well our shower arounder was a charmer make no mistake and we loved him. So we booked a booth for supper  later in the day thinking it was just a formality –  after all a Tuesday night surely wouldn’t be busy. We were right, it wasn’t busy. It was packed.

2 main courses and a bottle of wine £30 – a good deal and too good to pass up.

Photo of Interior courtesy of Scotsman.com
Photo of Interior courtesy of Scotsman.com
Japes aplenty
Japes aplenty

One Sausage & 3 women ensconced. Happy days. As we arrived a very tired beach exhausted Charlie Chorizo was offered water which he slurped before falling asleep on my foot.

The sausage looking forward to his visit.
The sausage working up an appetite at the beach.

We  had a couple of margaritas to start – blood orange margaritas – hello! A great kick start to any evening. there was no pressure of time so we set the pace giving more than ample time for our well over due gossiping.
Well the food was great. Delicious. Fresh. Imaginative. Slurp. Beetroot and goats cheese salad. A burger – just plain but perfect and panko rolled smoked jackfruit – wtf? I have no idea so I asked. It is an Indonesian fruit apparently which was a revelation.

Resist making that revolting joker please. Thank you.
Resist making that revolting joke please. Thank you.

Our smiley server described Jackfruit as having the same consistency as pulled pork – I was sceptical but he was bang on. The flavoursome pork impersonator oozed smoky paprika and the presentation was like 2 great big meaty delicious Scotch eggs (without the egg!)
Puds were great too. We had Mellis Cheese and oatcakes and – drum roll – adffogato – not with ice cream and espresso but with rhubarb ice cream and a shot of gin. Be still my beating heart.

Dear Santa I will be a good good girl if you promise to take me back here. Soon.

Its warm, welcoming, groovy, dog friendly, cocktail delightful, foodie hangout for all.

Its so good this lazy blogger has broken the habit of being a sloth and got back on the blogging horse. Woah.

The Brandon at Canonmills: Mmmmmnnnnnnn


If you fancy going down the Jackfruit route heres an article from The Guardian all about it.