THE other day a friend asked me this belter of a question. And it stopped me in my tracks. It’s not often that I am lost for words (as those who know me will testify!) but it was such a brilliant question, that I couldn’t actually answer it. I mean, can you? Try now for a second and see if you can do it. Read the question again and see
I’M a sucker for love and romance. Aren’t we all? But one thing I’ve noticed since becoming a parent, is that often, romance comes way down the at bottom of the list of our priorities. It’s not that we don’t love our partners. It’s just that life gets in the way of us finding time to celebrate that love, spice things up a bit or appreciate each other. It’s rubbish
AS a teenager I thought I knew it all. You could even say, I was quite the handful. I had plenty of runs in with my Mum over the years as I battled for independence and a yearning to grow up fast. I wanted to run before I could walk, which looking back now, must have been so painful for my Mum. (Sorry, Mum!) But guess what? I didn’t know
I can still remember the first time I saw the new girl at school. Ten years old, she was my first girl crush. Pretty, stylish, fun and happy, she seemed to have it all. When she didn’t know I was looking, I would gaze at her across the playground or during assembly and marvel at her cool clothes, that set her apart from all of us. She wore raa raa
SOMETIMES when I see my husband with my little girl Elsie, I want to cry. Because as Dads go, let me tell you, he is something else. Kind, patient, loving, funny and totally and utterly devoted, I could not have wished or hoped for a better Dad for my daughter. His love for her is so evident and a total and utter joy to behold. In fact, as corny as
THE other night I was cooking tea with Elsie, teaching her to make lasagne. It was an ordinary moment in our ordinary lives, but yet for a moment or two, I could have almost closed my eyes and gone back in time. To one of the moments when I was cooking with my mum, as a little girl, back in our (then) state of the art eighties kitchen. Some
I HOPE you know just how brilliant you are. I hope you know that you are loved. I hope you know that your very presence in this world, counts. I hope you know you matter. I hope you know that people need and love you more than you can ever imagine. I hope you know that the world wants you to be happy and to succeed. I hope you know
I FELT liked I’d been punched in the stomach on Friday. For about five or ten minutes, I felt short of breath and just absolutely gutted. Because I couldn’t spot my blog name you see. I couldn’t spot Pouting In Heels on a list of blogs that had made the finals for a major blogging award. And I couldn’t spot Pouting In Heels because I hadn’t made it. Boo blinkin’
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