I’M feeling a little frantic today. But that’s OK, because there’s a very good reason why, as next week the three of us are off to Italy, kindly invited by the brilliant Bookings For You. Some of you may remember, I took a little trip back in October, with this super company and stayed in Lake Maggiore, a place we’d never been too previously. (You can catch it here, if
WHEN I told Elsie I was taking her to Liverpool for the day, she was very excited. She thought that the city would be full of ‘pools’ and that she’d be spending the day in her swimsuit (well it kind of makes sense I guess!), and although I had to point out to her that this wasn’t quite the case, thankfully it didn’t dampen her enthusiasm! We did find
WHEN it comes to style, there are a few things I don’t think I’ll ever tire off. Skinny jeans, high heels and sequins are up there. As are animal prints and handbags too. I adore animal prints. At Uni I was known for my leopard print trousers (probably because I wore them to death!) and this love affair with all animal fabrics is one which has continued way into my thirties.
A FEW days ago I delivered my first ever workshop! A 2.5hr blogging workshop bonanza in my home town of Barnsley to an eager, enthusiastic and absolutely lovely group. During it I chatted about my personal experience as a blogger, how I’ve made it to the level of ‘professional blogger’ (by that I mean, I do it professionally as a living) and talked about the importance of creating great content,
TRUTHFULLY, hand on heart, do you? Or do you secretly envy other women or perhaps even despise them because they have something which you do not. Because you view their lives as being better than yours. Or because you view them as being better than you. Celebrating. Praising. Supporting. Loving. When it comes to other women, do you do these things? And if you do them a bit, or at
LAST year I lost a close friend of mine. The husband of one of my dearest friends. He sadly passed away last October from terminal cancer and in his last weeks, it was nurses from Marie Curie who helped my friend look after him at home. Marie Curie do amazing work like this all of the time, helping people who have come to the end of their lives, and their
I KICKED off my blog this year with a simple request. That we all try a little bit harder to be kind to ourselves. (Because it’s not always easy is it?) So when I was asked to get involved with an utterly fantastic campaign which is actively encouraging women to do more of this, you can bet your bottom dollar that I shouted ‘hell yeah!’ as women’s happiness is something
WHEN you sleep, I spend ages marvelling at your face. As it’s still the most beautiful I have ever seen. And I smile as my eyes gaze on the one tiny freckle that’s dotted on your forehead, a pretty reminder of the fun we had last year on holiday in the sunshine. When you sleep, I watch your chest rise and fall. And if your breathing becomes too quiet or