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Creating Peaches & Pearls

How it all began………….

Hi Im Chantelle ✨ It’s been a while since my face has been on the grid and for any newbies that are to venture into the little land of PP I thought it was maybe best for my presence to be known, even though it slightly gives me the ick!. I don’t know why my feelings have evolved in this way lately, but we move and hopefully my rambles connect with some of you.

I’m the owner & creator of Peaches & Pearls Cosmetics, Skincare and Wellness and I also own our older sister @peachespearls.salon where within the coolest salon (near the city centre of Dundee) I create beautiful brows, for insanely kind and amazing humans!. It really is the best job.

The product side of my business is now 6 years young and the brows side is now 13 years thriving. So so grateful for all the support Iv had over the year and continue to get from you guys. Hardcore PP preachers and I love it!. (Comment on this blog if your a PP Preacher, please and thanks.)

The passion and curiosity I now have for ingredients (that work) is something I never thought I’d end up getting into, it wasn’t in my visions of my future. I still to this day, can’t believe sometimes just what I have created. I didn’t realise the depth of knowledge and understanding you need to create a brand and products, that people will love, until I ran right into the thick of it. 

Here is how Peaches & Pearls products “kind of” started….

Many moons ago when I started on my brow artistry journey, I retailed brow products to my client’s that I bought in bulk off eBay, of all places. Im talking like 12 years ago. It was a powder palette for filling in your brows (the OG’s will remember) and they absolutely took off!. Everyone loved them. It not only brought in more income but it allowed me to teach my clients how to make the most of their brows at home with the aid of brow makeup. Along with these palettes, I would recommend other cosmetics brands to my clients and to cut a long story short I started to have a desire to have my own instead of funding these huge companies and having my client’s go here, there and everywhere to pick up my recommendations. What about if they could purchase what they needed from me, a one stop shop from the person who knows what suits them best?. My very own brand.

Years went by, there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about it. I was absolutely loving what I was doing and life was so good, I was determined and working so hard but yet I kept doubting that I could achieve this goal, imposter syndrome kept screaming at me that no one would care, purchase or support. So I did nothing.

My belief in myself had always been low, all the way back to being a child. Id always had to be my own internal cheerleader but my cheerleader was shy, insecure, a bit lost. She was the rookie just starting to figure out how to hold the pom pom’s let alone dance. I had always been hard on myself even though by this point I had managed to work a retail job, with a 4 year old, as a single mum, whilst then coming home at nights and weekends (any spare time) and building up a solid brow clientele which then led me to leaving my job and going self employed as a brow artist just 5 months after my brow course. I then fell pregnant with my second child a couple of years later, being able to only take two months off for maternity leave (I think it was even less than that) as to not lose any of my newly built clientele that I loved dearly. 

In a short space of time a successful business had blossomed, with no help, no aid, no funding, no knowledge (at a time when very little people in the beauty industry were self employed, unlike today) but still my internal self was saying I couldn’t possibly have my own brand, how dare I think such things, silly girl. Isn’t it strange how we don’t allow ourselves to have a peek back (I mean, I do now!) and really take in our skills and qualities and have a little look around at just what we have achieved and where we started!. Its a weird one because you can have low self belief thats integral in that moment to your being but at the same time have a fire that burns so big in you. That was me, I had both, they were intertwined. Maybe it was for balance?, maybe I was still yet to grow?. But still, I done nothing. 

Then another local brow business launched their own products, one step ahead, I kicked myself so so hard, I was devastated. Ever had that happen?, have an idea, sit on it and someone else does it before you. It happens all the time in life and especially in business.

We allow fear to hold us back. It whispers seductively in our ear, that its way better to sit back here in the “comfort zone” but still you can’t help think that fear is lying to you. Is fear lying to me?. Is the comfort zone the place to be, the creme de le creme?. Or do I leap into the unknown?. You just don’t know so you stay put in the comfort zone with fear lurking in the corner just waiting for you to move, ready to pounce. This was just another obstacle in my way, stopping me from perusing my goal. I thought everyone would think I was copying (so high school) and at the time being second to do something was just not me. I had the mentality that I’d rather not do it at all if that was the case. I can look back now and appreciate that I was just young, fearful and cared too much about what people thought. Holding myself back for the sake of what other people might think, that old story, so boring but real!. So the dream just swirled around in my head for a little longer. 

There was also the fact I had absolutely zero knowledge on how to get into creating products. How would I do this?. How would I fund it? Would I need a website? What are the legalities?. Do I have the time to invest into this dream with being a single mum to two young children, along with being booked and busy with brows?. Will people even believe/want it? What will people think?. Who does she think she is?. So many questions, so many thoughts, so many fears and absolutely CLUELESS!. 

I am firm believer in divine timing. All things happen just how they are meant to. If theres an obstacle in your way theres a reason, wether it be to learn, to grow, to pause, to heal. You just have to believe that the path you are on is the right one and it will all work out.

And I mean now reading back, the above sounds like an absolute sob story, should I be in therapy, probably?. But seriously, I wanted to openly touch on how I felt back then and the process and thinkings into creating what you now put on your lips or fill in your brows with. Its not just a product, its a whole fear/self belief love (can we call it love?) story. Can you tell I have just been to see Inside Out 2 and in my feelings!, its currently my whole personality. 

Anyways do you want to know how I threw the cloak of invisibility over fear, nurtured self belief and tell you the beautiful story of how my whole mindset and being changed, for the better to allow me to birth PP? (And breathe!)

Find out in Part 2 baby! (sorry)

P.s there will be spelling mistakes and grammar errors, sorry NOT sorry!. 

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Blessing or Curse?.. The Golden Bitch

Photography by Chloe Sidey

Before we dive in, this is my first blog post in a whole year. I am not a writer, my language isn’t great and please skip over my bad punctuation, Im new to this. I am setting fear aside and finally doing this for me and hopefully your enjoyment. I want to create a like minded community, with a safe place to talk about anything and everything. Expect weekly blogs, dumped here, by yours truly, Chantelle X


Never rely on a man” my mother, 1990’s ish. 

Now I don’t know if this is how I perceived my mothers words as a child or if she genuinely told me this verbatim, probably a mix of both but let me tell you, it STUCK!

What I took from her flippant but aggressive single mum, divorcee statements (my gran had the same dialogue, a generation of hurt, non trusting woman, I get it, men can be bastards!) was that I should under no circumstances depend on a man for ANYTHING!. Oh if only I could have had a little context along with those mighty words. It would have saved me years of fighting against myself (and others). What I think she really meant is, financially and emotionally (although I didn’t understand the emotions part at the time) always have your own back, never let a man lift his hands to you (she made this one clear as day), buy your own shit, own your own shit, have a strong library of things that are yours only, so that when and if the time comes that your man leaves you/hurts you, then walla, your sorted. All that leaves your life is HIM!. If only it was that easy. As a child I didn’t understand the complexity of relationships, I had nothing to go by. So to me, my mums words meant, be so super independent, you won’t need anyone because they will hurt you and they will leave you, the end. Not her fault I took that life altering statement and flew with it, protecting it like I had just caught a golden snitch! 

There was one problem. I deeply wanted to be loved, secretly of course. I wanted all the traditional trimmings, wedding, baby, handsome prince charming who was going to sweep me of my feet and you know, save me!. I wanted deep meaningful friendships, to be popular, adored and I wanted relationships with my family that were loyal to the core and dependable. I wanted perfectness.

So yeah it was confusing. I wanted to be loved, liked, cherished but I also had an impenetrable, fierce and intimidating force field built up around me so go figure..carnage!

I used to wear those words as a badge of honour, like I was a superior breed for not “needing” anything from anyone. In reality I took those words and used them to the extreme, a shield, a coat of armour, a force to be reckoned with. Those words then, also trickled if not gushed into my friendships, relationships and family life like a monsoon. 

If your no longer in my life it’s more than likely because I deemed you disloyal, un trust worthy  or could see that you may hurt me so you unfortunately or fortunately got the chop. To be fair I blame some of this on my good old scorpio traits. I was harsh in some instances but I also believe all those faraway people are faraway for a reason. Theres no severed ties I regret. It’s not all bad being ultra independent you know. You weed out a-lot of un necessary bullshit. 

I could go deeper and I could go on and on and on but I’m going to cut to the chase and write down my long list of musings of what being a super independent looks like to me, here goes: 

First off I have come to realise it stems from trauma. You believe that you can only rely on you.

Don’t take everything your parents say as verbatim (although try telling that to a child) but also take some as verbatim, yes it makes no sense but one day you will maybe make some sense of it 

Your parents can without knowing put their trauma onto you, creating and repeating their trauma for you, in you. Just great! 

If your a parent do the inner work, heal, don’t pass your shit onto your children 

She was right, there are alot of shitty men out there..ALOT! 

She didn’t tell me about the ones that are pure magic though, I doubt she knew they existed herself but I found him, I figured it out

You can, in fact, rely on men (some, sorry I had to)

Be honest with your children about life but don’t let it be a one sided story or belief system 

Put your experiences aside and fill your child with hope, confidence and courage. Show them that there are good humans out there, healthy relationships are possible and so very beautiful and friendships are a blessing. Show them that love for yourself and others is key. You are their muse after all

Forgive. They didn’t know what they were doing either, do we really ever have our shit together? 

Resentment that I held for those who didn’t read my mind and ask to help, think we all know that one. Just sitting back waiting and wallowing in fury for that selfless soul to reach out and offer to clean up my chaos. Unless those around you have those wonderful abilities like mystic meg it’s no one’s responsibility to try and figure out what your thinking or may or may not need from them. COMMUNICATE!  

Once you start to figure it out and heal yourself you will realise what others do to you isn’t about you. That will help, trust me 

Ask for help, even just now and again. Open yourself up to receiving

Allow others to do things for you, even if you don’t need it, it will make them feel like they are needed and valued

It gets lonely. By not needing anyone your world becomes pretty small 

Iv grown to love my small world 

Being independent for me is productive. I’m never that woman to call anyone and ask them to do this or that, help or offload (obviously I annoy the boyfriend for bits now and again..growth). I just get it done. It works 

I’m a super driven business woman and guess what!, I own all my own shit. I am self made, all by me (proud of that one), thanks mum!

I have and always will find it hard to trust others 

I am undoing past generational patterns

Good partners are there to love, support and help you, allow it, nothing bad will happen!

I cope well in high stress situations, probably too well because I still have my coat of armour for when I need it. I’m resilient or at least I think I am

I am my best cheerleader 

I am proud of who I am, the inner work Iv done and who I’m becoming (cliche but true) 

Again I could go on and on. There is many good and bad to come from being ultra independent. This subject can get so deep and can easily branch off into so many different topics which I would love to get into in the future.

But my question to myself will forever be, do I deem that statement from my beloved mother a blessing or a curse? 

Strip back everything else I have rambled above. What my mum taught me was to rely on me, to get so good at it that it was a super power. Was she equipping me with what she knew I would need?. Was she protecting me from the bad people she knew were out there?. Was her good intentions warped by a child’s lack of intellect and experience to understand what she was saying?. Was she ever really wrong?, because when it comes down to it, we can, only really rely on ourselves, right? 

If you read this and resonate, keep being that independent go getter but try letting people help you a little, just a little. Do the work for past generations and the generations to come. You are and always have been ENOUGH!

P.S love you mum! 

Books I recommend are:

You can heal your life by Louise Hay & The book you wish your parents had read by Philippa Perry

Please reach out with your thoughts, comment below or catch me on socials @chantelle.peachespearls or @peachespearlsboutique

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Good Witch or Bad Bitch?

Today I am BOTH, Halloween and 33 dramatic years on this beautiful planet, yes its ma birthdayyyyy. My favourite day of the year, obviously, albeit it a rather subdued one, says the lady who’s being whisked away today, like I said dramatic, its how I do.

Hello and Welcome Bitchessss,

I am Chantelle the trusty founder of Peaches & Pearls and I have decided after many years procrastinating to come here every now and again to let off steam, drop some exclusives, blow smoke up important topics ass’s and just be Myself

I want to use my platform and knowledge to have fun conversations with you all. Lets talk about those tricky little nuggets no one talks about right. I can add in beauty tips, life hacks, motherhood, juggling business’s in a economic crisis, how to be a bad ass independent self loving whore and all the stuff. Lets talk about anything and everything without mother f*cking judgement

Look out for our first PROPER post in the coming days. Today I am a little to busy y’all, I am off to a secret (boyf hasn’t told me) location, to eat lots fine food, definitely lots of cake and some FULL MOON deviance

HAPPY HALLOWEEN…Get freeky!