A FEW weeks ago I wrote a post about walking away from people. From those who make you miserable, treat you shoddily or fill your world with negativity. The post received quite the response (thanks everyone!) and is still attracting comments, even as I type. So today, I thought I’d carry on the ‘walking away’ theme and give us all some food for thought on this sunny Friday. Myself totally
WHY, hello there! How the devil are you all? Are you all having a super Summer holiday? I’m back from taking a little a break away from the blog to enjoy some special time with my family and I have to say getting back to work, isn’t as easy as I thought. My body isn’t quite ready to get back into the swing of things (so to speak) as quickly
TOMORROW afternoon I will be stripping off. And, slipping into an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini. Maybe the black one. Possibly the red one. But either way, I will be popping it on and hot footing it to the nearest beach or pool. I haven’t been abroad for about four years so I am ready for the sunshine and the waves, the sand and the breeze, the relaxation and the
I HAVE what is known as a three strike rule when it comes to people. And keeping them in my life. It’s not a rule that is set in stone, but it goes a little bit like this… Hurt me once, and I’ll forgive you. Hurt me twice, and I’ll forgive you. But I will consider your behaviour more carefully. Hurt me three times, and I’ll forgive you. But I
THROUGHOUT my life, I’ve been known to be pretty reckless at times. I’m a ‘jump in, head first’ kind of woman. I’m a leaper. I’m a ‘go for it’ shouter. When I was much younger I was attracted to danger. To excitement. And of course, to the bad boys. And as a result of this, many of my teenage years were challenging and by all accounts pretty damn awful. Because
IT’S Elsie’s 3rd birthday today! *beams* Watching your child grow older is a funny ol’ bittersweet thing. In some ways it feels like the past three years has gone by in a blink of an eye. In others, it feels like I’ve packed more into the past three years than I have in the last thirty! I really wanted to write something to celebrate Elsie’s birthday, and so when I
I WAS at University when my ‘best’ friend delivered a scathing comment. “What has happened to you? I mean look at you! You used to be so glamorous!” From that statement, you’re probably imagining all sorts right? Had I ‘let myself go’? Was I on drugs? Had I not washed my hair?! No, no, no. I’d simply turned up to greet my friend at the train station wearing jeans, a
TODAY I thought I’d try something different. (Cos you know it’s always good to shake things up a little.) So here I am, with less of the good ol’ written word and more of the spoken stuff! Otherwise known as a vlog. Here I am talking about something personal. Here I am talking about something that has embarrassed me for many years. Here I am talking about how it’s finally
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