How to Remove Mineral Makeup?

Unlike the traditional makeup, the mineral makeup will give you healthy glow on your skin and also stick on your skin a whole day without even need for touch ups, even if you go in the water or perspire. At the same time, removing the mineral makeup can also be a tough one to do that needs to spend some time for complete removal. In general, the mineral makeup removal is very easy. Even you can use any cleanser will remove your mineral powders with small effort. Based on your skincare requirements, you can choose the best mineral makeup products. When you are cleansing a face with the water and cleanser, it might need to wash a face for a second time in order to remove the most touches of your mineral makeup, if you are easily rinsing a face via flushing the skin.

If you are looking for the best mineral makeup removal products, of course, you can prefer to choose the best oil cleanser Korean that is highly recommended to use for effective removal. Also, it is recommended to use the facial wash clothes by a rubdown motion for cleaning in order to eradicate the cleanser gently as well as your mineral makeup. You can also use the soft face towels for mildly removing and exfoliating the complete touches of your mineral makeup. Actually, you do not worry with the mineral powders while removing it. Unlike normal traditional makeup, having some of minerals left behind on your skin must not even cause any issues for your face.

What is Korean Cleansing oil?

Normally, the cleansing oils can act as a very thorough makeup remover. To remove mineral makeup, the face has been washed with cleansing oil, which does a face gets washed once again by using cleansing water. This is commonly called as double cleansing. With this cleansing oil, the face has to be fully clean, before it can absorb the masks, serums and moisturizers. However, this cleansing oil is highly compatible for all skin types.

How to select the right Korean cleansing oil?

There is a world full of cleansing oils available in the market to choose from. Here are the lists of best Korean cleansing oil for removing mineral makeup that includes:

Banila Co- Clean it zero cleansing balm

This exclusive product has taken the Korean markets by hurricane and also a top pick among the people. It is highly made with the active water and botanicals from the hot spring. Also, this product has a mild scent that consists of vitamin E and also reasonably priced.

The Face shop- Natural rice water cleansing

This solid routine double cleanser is now available at a reasonable cost. Still now, this product is worth to try, particularly at this valuable cost.

Pros

  • It washes makeup away effortlessly and also rinses-off clean
  • A slighter amount of product goes a lengthier way
  • It includes a user to keep the things clean

Neogen- Real Cica Micellar cleansing oil

This product is made by an upcoming brand and it has a top pricing point comparatively.

Pros

  • Gentle texture immediately hydrates skin
  • Simply removes all kinds of makeup, even the waterproof formulations
  • Works well with both oily and dry skin

Klavuu- Pure pearlsation cleansing oil

This wonderful product is highly made with the pearl powder that supports to brighten as well as moisturize the skin. It has a powerful scent and a higher price point.

Pros

  • Good for removing waterproof or heavy makeup
  • Made from the combination of naturally derived jojoba, safflower and macadamia oils
  • Leaves the face smooth, super hydrated and without even a trace of grease and the skin will feel bouncy and soft

How to use the Korean oil based cleanser?

In general, the oil based cleansers are common in the Asian countries such as Korea. The best oil cleanser Korean has been most famous over the decades. In order to use this cleanser, you should apply on dry skin with your fingertips and also massage very gently. After then, you can rinse your face by using lukewarm water and then perfectly dry. Therefore, you can make sure to use the well-formulated oil based Korean cleanser that will not clog your pores and must wash away with milk like feeling.

An unhurried life

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Bakers box

I miss her so much it aches. When the emotion of her not being here overwhelms my body, I am anchored back into the present moment and I am prompted by something I cannot explain. I  know she has passed away and she her visits are now shared in different ways. It is with this tenderness I feel an unhurried life is for me. My Nan reminds me of this.

An unhurried life transports me back to weekends spent at Nan’s around her dining table. No where to rush off too, we were grounded right where we were meant to be. We all would gather. Stories were shared, laughter could be heard, tears would sometimes fall, secrets were kept, food nourished our bodies and my Nan would sip her tea or coffee while she listened or offered touch on your hand if needed. Her eyes drank you in. They smiled and you knew you were the most important person to her in that moment.

Every meal my Nan made me was cooked with love. Every bite was mouthwatering and my body was taken over with love.

During these gatherings I knew I always wanted to create this in my own family. Our kitchen to be the centre of our home. I recall some weekends sitting there, closing my eyes gently and pray that I would be like her when I grew up. She served selfless.

As I grew so did my relationship with food. Gathering for meals served me with anxiety as a teenager and fat became my only thought. This transitioned into adulthood and has now grown into nourishment and anxiety no longer serves me. My meals aren’t filled with anxiety or fear that will not be received with pleasure, they’re unhurried. The process of cutting, mixing, blending and serving is mindful, pleasurable and a delicious warmth is served with an abundance of love. Meals are unhurried and are sacred.

I have wanted to transport these feelings further than our little nest at home to our businesses. I want to serve our educators and invoke  the emotion of my love and gratitude I have for them through homemade baked goods.

A few months ago when I was in Melbourne watching my sweet friend Tam who has created the same loved up environment in her home, I came across her Bakers Drawer. I immediately wanted one. It was beautiful. Handmade and the perfect vessel to transport my baked goods. Tam led me to Winnie and Co.

Reading their story behind the Bakers Drawer I traveled back to my Nan’s dining table and a longing for her. I wanted to encapsulated all my emotions.

I ordered a Bakers Drawer and I named it Philomena after Nan. I write our favourite meals out in a journals along with memories, feelings and thoughts that call forth and I relish in the knowing that my babes will find the journals  on day and use my Bakers Drawer. I like to think they too, with love, will be anchored back to the unhurried life when life overwhelms them, eat a meal cooked with love and drink tea slowly and share their stories.

Happy Equinox

Happy Equinox. Midway through Spring. This is the time for equal day and equal night. The balance of light and dark.

Earlier today I sat here before work. I took out my journal and reflected. I wrote blessings of love and my words expressed much gratitude that I began to cry. I think about these things daily, however reading the words on the page, deep emotional meaning surfaced and I was overwhelmed.

This is the time of year we have a chance to invite balance back into our life.

As I wrote, I let go of old stories that no longer serve me, because really, who wants to replay a story that no longer serves them? I know this will be a daily practice, the ‘old’ stories have been on replay for far too long.

I honoured the light and the dark that resides within me and acknowledged without both, it wouldn’t make for the beautiful raw and awakening growth. The journey is delicious.

I expressed forgiveness for others and most of all myself.

Once I had written pages and pages of words, I took my shoes off and nourished my feet in the earth. I walked back to the car with my journal and pen in one hand, boots in the other, inhaling the view with a deep seeded love and zest for my life. I want to honour and embrace all transitions, always. They are magical and I know very deeply, I don’t want to rush any part of my journey.

The rhythm of time

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‘The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.’ – Rabindranath Tagore

‘The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.’ – Rabindranath Tagore

I listen to the rhythm of his breath. The rise and the fall! The rhythmic sounds draws me in and I kiss his sweet lips, I can smell his breath – A milk scent. I used to inhale his milky breath when he fed off my breasts. I can’t help but feel an ache in my chest with remembrance of the week he weaned himself.  For tonight, I long for that scent,that feeling.

I write in my journal as he sleeps reflecting on my day. Thanking the blessings, acknowledging thoughts, when my mind wondered to the thought of time. I looked over at the clock, I’d been writing for hours and the only sound that can be heard is his breath and the occasion car that drives past. Mr. Kypo and my older babes are out.

Time is a funny thing. I’ve wished it away, I’ve wished it still and other times, I have no regard or need for it.

I remember when all three babes were born and in the blissful days, weeks that follow, I relished in their time.  Time from a clock had no meaning.

My girl, so small and fragile I would cradle her, drink her in cocooned in Mr. Kypo’s arms. We’d just stare at her. Kiss her. Look at each other and stare some more. Loving eyes fixated on her. She would cry, my breast soothed her. My heart swelled so big knowing what unconditional love feels like. It was summer, the warmth in the air, still and thick. I wished for time not to tick another second.

My boy, my middle boy! He all mine. Milk drunk on my breast, he’d collapse his body into my chest. We perfectly moulded together. Mr. Kypo cocooned us in his arms, on a different lounge, in a different home and I wanted to pause. My boy, my middle boy and I  slept together. I’d wake to feed him through the darkness of the night, he my company in our bed while Mr. Kypo and my girl drove to visit Mr. Kypo’s family. Time ticked over, my awareness of it seemed to only be day and night. Outside the noise of the cicada’s echoed! The summer air was humid.

My baby boy, belonging to all of us. The curtains open, the light in our lounge -room warming us as I sit on our lounge. A different lounge, a different home bare chested, he too, skin on skin  nuzzling on my breast. Mr. Kypo sitting with us! I moved toward him and he marveled. His eyes reflected love, wonder and creation. We did it again. He fed me, he nurtured me, loved me. Time wasn’t still, I  didn’t wish it to be. I wished it would hurry. I longed for our older kidlets to be finished school, be at home where we are all complete. It was spring, the flowers were blooming the sun was subtle and birth was in the air.

My heart fills with a knowing tonight. As I write I can feel them. I’m back in the present moment of time. I hear the key in the front door they are home. I know it’s late, cars in our street can be heard more frequently, perhaps there destination is home too.

Time draws me in, reminding me to remember, to be still  and give blessings for it. Be in it and ignore the binding a clock can have.

When you listen

The mix-match of yoga tights and my apron. My family. Home comfort.

The mix-match of yoga tights and my apron. My familiar. Home comfort.

I am really emotional, actually very tired. Parker has been awaking a lot and needs only his Mama. He is cutting his two year old molars, his last three. I know he is demanding my presence, so he should.

I am aware of all the extra noise. It’s as though my brain is completely full, my senses are heightened and I am retreating. Once again, I am deleted Facebook off my phone. Today I have checked it only once on the computer. I haven’t mindlessly scrolled through my newsfeed, I checked my messages, replied and logged off.

I’m in bed, dressed with my apron still on. A book sits beside me, I can’t bring myself to read it, it too is noisy. There is silence in our home. I can hear the birds chirping outside their conversation and I don’t wonder what they are chirping about. A lot of the time when I hear them, I make little stories up in my head about the Mama bird, her babies and their conversation. Today, I just observed.

Mr.Kypo is sleeping with Parker in the bunk bed, perhaps it is time to transition him from our bed. It’s 10.45am. Tears are swirling in the beauty of silence. It’s my sanctuary. It hasn’t always been. Silence has been a place I have resisted. I would fill up those moments with Facebook, blogs, talking on the phone and any other way of distracting me what used to be the loud noise in my head.

For today, I am relishing in the silence not through meditation, not through yoga, not through mindfulness, purely just being here.

My body wants warmth of my doona, my toes intertwine the bottom. The coolness brings relief and comfort. They have been here before.

Lotus is home sick and she’s in the other room. I question whether she too is craving the absolute beauty of nothing?

I know my body is getting ready to bleed. My thoughts tell me , my body is telling me. Its inner wisdom reveals all the answers. There is a dull ache in my back and I am feeling the need to be nurtured.

Go gentle I tell myself. Be gentle, you have permission. I feel humbled and grateful for these little moments when I listen, honour, feel deeply and love endlessly.

My absolute yes and my absolute no

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Magnolia’s catch my wandering eyes, always. I am reminded of fragility and am grateful for Mother Nature’s beauty. ‘After the latency and visioning of winter’s respite, we emerge in the spring-time with renewed energy. Fertile and full, like a newly blossomed lilac bush, our lives can have colour, flair and beauty’. -Sara Avant Stover

Spring is emerging. As I wander our neighbourhood, blooms are birthing and the colour is eye catching. I am excited to see what spring unravels for me as winter has been a season of raw, delicious growth. I have learned to not resist emotions, I’ve embraced them, listened, taken rest and begin to understand the try meaning of surrender.

Today I have been reflecting. It’s a full moon tonight and I have observed over the last few months at the same time I go inward . I will often pick up the book ‘A Way of The Happy Woman’ whilst sitting in my sacred space. Today as I flicked through pages until the page spoke loudly, I knew there was something that needed my attention for further growth. It is my ‘absolute yes and no list’. Do you have one?

I thought about this and wanted no attachment and unachievable things that would leave me feeling depleted if I see didn’t follow through. It was then I decided that this list would serve me as a daily reminder of self-love.

 

MY ABSOLUTE YES LIST

* Smile, giggle, cuddle and smooch my loved ones.

* Set my alarm at 5.30am when my loves are still in slumber and and spend time in meditation and silence.

* Practise yoga everyday.

* Remember gratitude and thanks.

* Continue to bathe surrounded by candle light.

* Eat simple wholefoods.

* Journal

* Take my shoes off and place my feet on the earth.

* Spend time in our garden.

* Unplug at least one day a week.

* Crochet

MY ABSOLUTE NO LIST

* No checking emails or social media upon rising in the morning or before sleep at night.

* Not letting things slide and speak up for what I need personally and professionally.

* No phones when having a bath.

* No checking emails more than twice a day.

* No saying yes when I really want to say no.

* No more responding out of fear.

A bit of lately

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Her

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Wandering, admiring character from afar_

Crazy hair fun

Aunty Ruth

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Lets play hairdressers

 

Laughter Rose

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everyone loves a green smothie moustache

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/ Birthday flowers from my Dad and Di. A handwritten card by my Dad is always treasured.

/ My beautiful girl drinking in Mother Nature’s beauty.

/ Gorgeous  daffodils from Fiona and Lily left on my doorstep.

/ Peeking in as we wander.

/ We love a bit of colures spray for crazy hair fun.

/ Missing my Aunty Ruth.  I text this image to my Uncle Col and Debbie for her.  So blessed to have text in heartbreaking times.

/ Little fingers that love painted nail polish and exploring the touch of different textures.

/ He wanting his hair up like his Mama and sister.

/ Catching her laughter.

/ Birthday flowers arriving from Mum that not only made me smile, but also made me cry.

/ He loves a green smoothie and a green moustache.

/ Admiring the fragility of petals.

A week on our floor

For the last week we have had our home painted inside.

It has been hectic surrounded by chaos, however I have been relishing in the fact that all five of us have been camping out in our lounge room together. Mattresses have taken over what was floor space, pillows are all over the floor and I could not be happier. I heart so much falling into slumber surrounded by my loves. Listening to all their rhythmic breaths and holding each other close. Mr.Kypo and share a single mattress and then separate to snuggle into our babes. I never imagined loving anything as hard as I love my family.

Mr.Kypo and I have joked over the past few days that we should rearrange our home so we call can slumber in the same room. Our older two babes, whilst they love our camp out, this arrangement won’t suit them daily. ‘What would our friends think?’, one questioned.

Whilst I like to think opinions don’t matter and I would hope my babes would fell the same way, we are influenced by them. I remember someone gracing us with their opinion about co-sleeping. I didn’t request it, I listened to it, smiled polielty and then pondered in the last few words. ‘Good luck getting them out of your bed, they will still be sleeping with you at 13’.

Our girl is over 13 and I wish I slept with her more. This week I watched them all sleep. I could still see ‘little’ in our boys, that innocence I used to see when I would wrap them as babies. The innocence I wish I could bottle up. Our girl, when I watched her sleep that, ‘little’ wasn’t there. I could see the teenager in her and I could see what she would look like sleeping as a young adult. I was washed over by her beauty.

I regrettably wish that at the start of my motherhood journey I trusted my intuition and wasn’t wavered by peoples opinions. I am blessed that somewhere along my motherhood journey I found my intuition. I will continue to sneak into their beds at night and with our youngest, I will never rush him out to leave our bed.

Unraveling layer by layer

It’s been quiet over here on my blog. To be honest, I have felt like I had lost my voice. What I have come to realise is, like an ocean has high and low tide, I feel as though that is the perfect way to describe the ‘going on’ inside my head. Mirroring the ocean, the high tide represents my thoughts screaming to be expressed, low tide where they just surface and I wonder if they are worth giving a voice.

For months I have been traveling inward. Listening to the messages I receive and acting upon them even when they are confronting and scary. I wasn’t sure if this space was the place to give my thoughts a voice? After all my pondering, I decided this was the perfect space to let my words soar.

I think it all began when Parker was 6 months old. I was wrestling with the ‘old’ body syndrome. I was no longer my old body and I was in a body that didn’t feel at all like me. Flesh was thick, I was uncomfortable and most of all, I was struggling with the enormous love and gratitude I had for my body giving me another gift (our baby), but I couldn’t get past the thick flesh and all I wanted to do was hide. What if someone noticed the weight I had gained,  and thats when I decided that going out was too hard for me emotionally.

It wasn’t until I embarked seeking a Wellness Coach that beautiful Amelialistened and asked me the question, ‘who is Belinda without all the roles and all the labels?’ It was then I no longer felt shameful for my feelings and I cried. I cried for what seemed like hours. I was once sure of who I was and now I was navigating my way to find myself and it was daunting. A beautiful messy picture. I am imperfect and I am perfectly me. Those months ago I had thicker flesh, sadder eyes but knowing I could return home to me was exciting. All the answers I need to know were within and that’s when the high tide wasn’t as loud and calmer waters followed.

For five months yoga and mediation have been my constant. It was really there on my mat emotions purged when I could not do an upward facing dog and opening my chest hurt and coming through my vinyassa with a heaver body was difficult. I felt like I was suffocating and that was when I fell to my mat and cried. Tears of frustration, tears of suppression and tears of loss. My gorgeous yoga teacher in her soft voice helped me to child’s pose as my body felt paralysed and gently rested her hand on my back saying the words, ‘It’s just a story, it’s not real’. She repeated again and again.

After that class the unraveling really began. I really began honouring me. It became less about the weight and more about self-love. I recall another yoga class when my yoga teacher quoted Kurt Cobain ‘wanting to be someone else is a wast of who you are’. I removed myself from people that I felt I couldn’t be wholeheartedly who I was. It suddenly became less about them and more about me, I became angry at how I have allowed loved ones to treat me, I spoke gentle with myself and the words I expressed started to shift.

A few weeks ago I stepped completely out of my comfort zone, hopped on a plane and went to Melbourne. It was there I really opened up. I opened to a knowing of what I truly deserve.

It began in yoga class. Tam and I rolled out our mats looking at the beautiful serene ocean and I knew I was where I needed to me. On my mat I was excited to share this space with Tam and once it wore off and I was challenged in the class I became unsure? I saw my reflection in the mirror and I was disappointed. I was disappointed that I weighed myself on scales that morning… I never do. I was disappointed that whilst I had lost a lot of weight I told myself it wasn’t enough. It was looking back at my reflection that I saw a glimpse of a girl months ago buried in shame and it was when after class the yoga teacher told me she dedicated the class to me, I smiled politely and when I walked out the door I became angry. Angry that I spoke to myself the way I would speak to no other, and it was during that day that ‘old’ eating habits tried to creep in.  I was incredibly grateful that my darling friend saw right through me, asking me questions and when I requested for her to take me to McDonalds she stopped the car in front of an organic store.

We came home with beautiful nourishing food and I asked Tam to message her yoga teacher for me. When Rita replied with ‘She can handle most of the things (life and yoga) but she needs to believe she can’. I stood there in the kitchen and cried. I gulped through words that have been suppressed for years, Tam held my hand and asked me what I needed and I responded with, ‘a bath’.

It was lying in water, my comfortable that I knew that hiding the parts of me doesn’t serve me or anyone. It was lying in water looking down at my naked body I was actually honouring it. I am honouring all my little releases, I am honouring it every time I practise yoga, I honour it every time I fuel it with whole foods and all those months of struggle, moving forward need to be celebrated. Striving for perfection or caring what other people think is completely irrelevant. I am the only opinion that matters and watching my thoughts, realising when they are serving me for my highest good will always alter my chapter of life. And the beautiful part, it can always be rewritten.

Imperfectly perfect

There are somethings only a best friend understands, especially if your bestie loves film as much as you do.

Last weekend after Liz and I finished shooting a wedding, we walked to our cars and it was there we loaded my first roll of film in my new camera. Oh my goodness, I was giddy with excitement. When I heard the film load I squealed and grabbed Liz’s arms. The unknown would not be revealed in seconds like it is on my DSLR, I would have to be patient, trust the process and enjoy the journey.

I quickly dragged Liz around to the side of the building and asked her to stand in front of the doors. Her love for the number three was there and my love for old wood and textures were present. It was perfect. I pressed click and jumped. It would all be revealed in good time.

When I returned home from work that sunday afternoon, my babes were waiting in our front garden. I didn’t unpack my bags, I just left them by the gate, took out the camera and clicked away. I will admit, I was overly excited and I did not really consider composition etc, I wanted to finish the roll and pray that my camera actually worked.

It took two days for me to finish the roll and immediately I express posted it to Raw Digital & Film Lab . Less than ten days later, I received an email telling me my scans were ready to be downloaded. My heart thumped. I downloaded, saw the thumbnails, gasped and then my eyes filled with tears. I was elated that the camera work, which would allow my to keep shooting film and the images were imperfectly perfect.

My love affair with film continues…