I ALWAYS feel like there is never enough time in the day. You know, to do what I want and need to do. And I bet right now, you are reading this and thinking: “me too, sista! me too!”
I’VE never been one to make life easy. Which is why when I was heavily pregnant with Elsie, I – together with my husband – decided it would be a really good idea to buy a house that needed tons of work doing on it. A project home. Something we could both get our teeth into.
THE older I get, the more I find myself shunning neutrals in favour of colour. Particularly when it comes to my home. There’s just something about adding colour, which makes me happy, especially when it comes to accessories and the like.
TODAY I’m back with another Agony Aunt column. I haven’t done one for a while (if you’re interested, you can catch up on the others here) so when this letter popped into my inbox, I knew straightaway that I needed to answer it quickly. Why? Because it’s something I have personally struggled with my entire life. Many thanks to the person who sent it in. I really hope it helps.
THIS week sees the release of the new Robinson Crusoe film. And to mark it, the kind people at the film company have given me a bundle of film goodies to give away to one lucky reader! The film – which is out for national release this Friday – is an adventure packed children’s film for all the family to enjoy and a completely new take on the classic much
I FEEL it is only right that I warn you, that this is an EPIC post. EPIC!! Quite possibly, my most epic yet. So before you begin, you might wanna pop the kettle on, make yourself a decent cuppa and get comfy. Because let me tell you, this post is a biggie. Such a biggie in fact, that it’s taken me almost a full working day just to whittle down
AS a blogger, it’s hard not to think that you suck sometimes. That your work has little meaning. Or to put it bluntly… that it’s total and utter crap. I feel this way every couple of weeks at least. It’s a regular occurrence in my world. An old, familiar enemy.
NOTHING delights me more, I don’t think, than the fact that my three year old daughter adores books just as much as I do. As a total and utter bookworm, it was something that I had hoped would happen. The very fact that it has, makes me want to punch in the air and mum dance across the kitchen.