THIS week I’m delighted to be co-hosting the All About You link up, with my gorgeous buddy Zaz and fellow fabulous blogger Sarah. Before we all get started and I get reading all your incredible posts, I wanted to share with you this brilliant quote I came across yesterday about patience which really struck a chord with me. Good isn’t it? I don’t know about you but patience is not
I LOVE afternoon tea and am beginning to consider myself quite the connoisseur. From nibbling sandwiches at The Ritz to drinking fizz at Harvey Nichols, I have indulged in many afternoon teas over the past few years and as a result I have high standards. High standards indeed. A bit like men, I expect them to deliver, to have the wow factor, to amuse and make me smack my lips
I USED to think that female friendships would always involve some element of jealousy and competition. I used to think that girls and women could never really be friends. I used to think that women were bitchy and that girls were catty. I used to think that being mates with my fellow sex would always be problematic. I used to think that you could never really trust a fellow girl
IT’S rare that I swear or have a good ol’ moan on here. Very rare in fact. This blog is all about positivity, empowerment, humour and glamour. Normally that is. But today is going to be different I’m afraid. Because today I need to have a rant. Because I’m angry and sad and disappointed and just totally cheesed off with the world. And I need to share it. If it’s
FIRSTLY, to be clear, I am not calling you an idiot, no siree. But a feminist? Well, I sure hope I can call you that? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but over the last 12 months or so it’s become pretty obvious to me (and others) that feminism is having somewhat of a bad hair day. It’s not really feeling much love at the moment and that’s putting it
The last few days have been cold and wet and I have bloody well loved them. Yep you heard me. I have LOVED them! Finally Autumn has arrived and it’s now cold enough to get out your chunky knits, rock your fur (faux hopefully) and stick the central heating on. I adore this time of year. Seriously. Probably because I was born at the end of November, possibly because Autumn/Winter
“But why Mummy, why?” OVER the last week I’ve been really busy and spent not one, but two nights away from home. One to see Kylie, who was as brilliant as you’d expect. The other to go on a swanky press trip where I was wined, dined and generally spoilt rotten. Both occasions were pretty damn fabulous but yet both of them left me feeling a little out of kilter
EVER wondered what it might be like to pretend to be someone else for a day? I’ve often believed that my life should be much more glamorous than it is. And in all honesty I’m often rather put out that it isn’t! ;-) Yes I’ve been fortunate enough to experience an odd insanely glamorous moment from time to time but on the whole, I’ve got to face the harsh fact
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