WHEN it comes to jewellery, big usually equals better for me. Or at least normally it does. I’m renowned amongst friends for my fan-dabby-dozzy chandelier earrings (Pat Butcher is my earring idol) and I’ve had a long love affair with statement necklaces and chunky embellished cuffs. But over the past year or so, I’ve started a new romance with daintier pieces of jewellery. Pieces that don’t scream but whisper. Pieces
UNTIL you become a parent, you just don’t get it. You can’t get it. Parenting seems like the easiest, most natural thing in the world when you haven’t got a child. You see a kid throwing a tantrum in the supermarket and know exactly what the mum should be doing. You roll your eyes when you see a food splattered toddler in your local cafe (doesn’t that dad know he
BEAUTY may be more than skin deep but let’s face it we all look and feel better when our skin is looking its best. Besides the dreadful spotty teenage years, I’ve always been pretty happy with my skin. It’s generally been fine and has served me well. But motherhood and sleep deprivation have definitely taken their toll recently and as the years on my clock start to increase, I thought
I TOOK some time off last week. Away from work and the blog (although I still managed to squeeze a few posts in) and what do you know?! It was rather bloomin’ lovely. Elsie, the husband and I had a family day out on Friday to go and see ‘some animals’. Although Elsie kept referring to it as the ‘farm’ it was a little more exciting than that (sorry sheep,
TODAY’S post is dedicated to a special little boy called Hugo. And to his Mummy Leigh – a blogging friend of mine, a courageous mama and a truly inspiring woman. ———- Every so often in life you come across a story or a person who touches your heart and this is very much the case with Leigh and Hugo. Whilst pregnant with Hugo, Leigh suffered from HELLP syndrome – a devastating
THE other day an email landed in my inbox which made me a little teary eyed. For when I opened the email, I was greeted with beautiful images of two beautiful woman, looking proud, looking happy and looking glorious. Two women who have lived, two women who are larger than life, two women in their sixties who are still as beautiful now as they were many years ago. Both women are
IT’S finally happening… In a few days Elsie will be all settled into her ‘big girl’ bedroom whilst I mourn the loss of her nursery and how quickly she seems to be growing up. (I know, it’s pathetic right but you just know there will be tears!) When we were moving house and using removal companies to move all of Elsie’s baby things, I knew that Elsie’s nursery would be
SPONSORED POST I HAVE a confession to make. I’m not really a fan of socks. I’ve always seen them as a boring necessity and never quite understood my husband’s love and devotion for the little foot warmers. (It’s definitely a man thing isn’t it?!) However, since becoming a mum, socks are something I’ve had to become a little giddier about. Because you know I’ve got an example to set. If
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