What’s Going Through My Head Right Now!

So, I’m back!

This post is going to be super random, it’s an on the spot one, no planning, no pre shot pictures, literally just rolling out the camera roll.

It’s been a good few months, and Oh My God, things have changed! Let me fill you in before I crack on with my weird thoughts…

As most people know in 2017 I decided to take the plunge in to becoming a MUA. I’d been doing make up now and again since 2010 one shoots anyway, but never really thought about going pro. I did a course in 2015, started doing friends make up and here I am, with a budding and successful new business venture.

I have started having lip fillers by Jo Boyton, as my lips were one of my biggest insecurities. I plan to have another ml or more in June. I’ve had micro blading done by Laura Lou Gray, I went for the ombré style, this means hairstroke to shading .. I think? But on my god, I love my brows, and I hated them so, so much before.

Wedding photography bookings have more than quadrupled in the past 8 months, meaning starting from the end of this month, I’ll be shooting 2-4 weddings per week, and being part of couples biggest days of their lives. I’m happy with that!

What else has happened?! I have a new car! My Mini broke, I bought a dodgy BMW, now I’m in the soft top Audi club.

I have new hair! (Separate blog post coming up) but I’ve gone from black/grey to platinum blonde/grey, and I love it. All thanks to Hair By Jess…

Anyway, on with the thoughts…

I was doing the school run, and was looking around at all of the mums, just thinking ‘I wonder if they overthink things as much as I do’ So as I do, I spoke my thoughts and said to my friend Jess, I wish I wasn’t so weird, why can’t I just be one of these normal Mums’

They all look so normal! I wonder if they lay awake at night tossing and turning because they’re thinking too much and can’t shut down. I wonder if they ‘have’ to sleep on their partners side of the bed when they’re working night shifts because they might sleep better. I wonder if they iron every single piece of clothing in their household, or what if they don’t iron at all? Ya see, things like this bug me, and I find myself odd.

Do they look at me and think the same? Who even is normal these days and what is normal? I’ve had massive insecurity issues, and I’ll admit, I still do now, I still feel massively self conscious, but does everybody? To the extent that I do?

But then how do I feel insecure, if I can go three days out of 7 with wearing no make up at all, go to the shop with no bra on, pyjamas under my coat? Do other Mum’s do this?

I want so many answers to so many things. I want to know how to get rid of certain memories. And how to remember other memories for as long as I possibly can. Do other people struggle holding a full conversation when they have things on their mind, like I’ll just shut down, do a little mumble, agree and change the subject, people must think I’m a right sausage!

I honestly think I have about 4 people in this world that I can express my weird thoughts to, my besties and my fella, I know they’ll never judge, as much as I’m probably telling my readers right now and you’re all judging nine ways to Sunday haha! Maybe I’ll get some answers…

So there you go, I’m sure as soon as I post this I’ll think of more odd thoughts that I could’ve posted. Other than that, I’m happy and content at the moment, no drama, no negativity and no toxic people around me. I’m in happy land right now.

Peace out 💕

Hannah S.C x

Links

Microblading – Laura Lou Gray

Hair – Hair By Jess

Instagram – Hannah Smith Chilton

Wedding Instagram – Weddings By Hannah Smith Chilton

Living in England

So born in Sutton Coldfield, I was born in to a happy home with my Mum and step-father in A little place called Streetly, life was good, lovely big home, big garden for me to play football in, great school life. It was kind of a village, but more built up. I wouldn’t quite call it village life. 
At the age of 9, my mum and step-father separated, so me and my mum moved. We went a mile and a half down the road to an area called Great Barr. It was OK, but more busy, and I didn’t like it as much as where I was bought up.

As the weeks, months, years went on, I made friends, understood that I could still school in Streetly (luckily) and still stay friends with the same kids. I’d ride my bike up to Streetly, catch the bus or walk, stay out until late at night, sit outside the butchers in the street just chatting until it was time to catch the bus home. 

All of this felt safe enough, I was mugged once of my phone and necklace my dad had bought me, but soon got over it and carried on. 
It was also safe for me at 15 to catch a train from Birmingham to Leicester alone, it still feels that way, as I’m seeing kids much younger travel from place to place alone. I often look at kids that age and wonder if I really looked that young back then…
Anyway, back on track..so I was then 15, me and my mum wasn’t getting along, and it became apparent I should move in with my Dad. I moved to a small town in South Birmingham called Shirley. This felt OK, again, much different to the previous two places I’d lived, but sure I’d adapt soon. 

I did, my dad still drove me 13 miles to school and back, he’d pick me up from my friends in the evening, and I even got a job cleaning a hotel…

Again, theres always a nobhead to ruin your great experiences and throw snowballs at you unexpectidely…as they were children, you cant really throw back just incase the snowball has a pebble in and you end up going down for murder…so “f*** off you little s***” seemed more appropriate.
Anyhow, again, circumstances arose, and I ended up moving to Leicestershire with my boyfriend. We lived way into the countryside in a lovely bungalow in Woodhouse Eaves, Loughborough.  It was stunning out there, cottages everywhere, a lovely little pub, with cowhide seats and the smell of a burning log fire, even in the summer nights, I’d move back tomorrow if I had the chance.

 
A lot of Leicestershire is completed by gorgeous countryside and villages, ive lived in Blackfordby also, a bit too quiet for me, but again a beautiful location. 
Moving again, 2 hours down the road to a town called March in Cambridgeshire, at the age of 24, I could appreciate different places more than I used to. We lived right on the river Nene, I’d be sat in the living room watching the boats go by, and the cyclists going past on their little bikes with baskets on. All felt a bit strange, I felt this was completely different to living in the Midlands. I loved it here. 
Two years on, we moved again, yes…again! Just a 15 minute drive down the road to a tiny village called Manea. Now this was a gamechanger, it had one small, overpriced village shop and a little pub..I struggled to adapt. It was also oil ran instead of gas, which was all a bit odd too. We have a tank in our back garden that you could only describe as a round submarine with no windows. After two years of living here, I’m now comfortable. The village school is great, Ive made lots of great friends, and tge country views are to die for. Perfect for running! Manea kind of reminds me of one of those American films, where people go storm chasing and the land is completely flat for miles. 
I’l pop some links below to some of the areas I’ve lived in..some good, some bad… 

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Love, 
Hannah SC x

Mums That Design

So after being in our home for nearly two years, now is the time to start making a house a home. The joys of having children, mean that your time is often taken up elsewhere, and things you could do easily before are no longer so simple. So Friday, while my eldest was at school for the day, Danny, me and little Hunter headed to B&Q. 


  At the minute, I am obsessed with grey, silver and pastel shades, so I thought my luck would be in as this is all the rage right now. I thought wrong. I was so undecided, we couldn’t pick a wallpaper, we couldn’t choose a paint shade. So here I am, looking through Ideal Home magazine looking for more inspiration. 


 Again, instead of looking for paint shades, I’ve become distracted by a few bargains. A deck chair, which would suit my garden perfectly, £20, IKEA. A beautiful large, scented candle, £6.99, H&M. Just little things like that, make me want to head straight
to the stores.


So if you do find your children are holding you back from being stylish, think again, wait until it’s their bedtime, or even let them help, sit back, and inspire yourself with a magazine, shop your favourites online, and let the shopping do itself.


It’s just the decorations you need to get the daddy’s to do.