SHE’d been at school just one day. Just one day, when I heard Elsie say something unpleasant. Something that she would never say in a million years and something that I’d never ever heard her utter before.
I DON’T know about you, but my life is FULL. Full to the brim of stuff I need to do, stuff I need to keep, stuff I want to have. Emotional stuff. Happy stuff. Dark stuff. To do lists. Little notes on bits of paper. Reminders. Dates. Torn out recipes I want to try one day. Internal memos. Dreams, hopes and desires. Life. Love. Work. Relationships. Motherhood. I’m exhausted just even
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
I’M not a fan of the list generally. Just so you’re clear. Yep they’re useful and pretty handy but they always give me the ‘fear’ that I’ll never have enough time to get everything done. Or ‘the guilt’ when I don’t manage to tick everything off my list. But recently I’ve decided that I need a list in my life. And that, my friend, you do too! This list that I’m
YUP, you heard right! Call me bonkers, call me silly, call me daft as a brush (or worse if you fancy, as long as you keep it to yourself!) but I’ve decided to attempt and introduce some kind of regular ‘advice’ column to Pouting In Heels. It’s something that’s actually been in the back of my mind for ages, months in fact. And then I came across two things recently
REALLY it is. Sure it may be tricky, embarrassing or awkward at times, but it’s a topic that we need to be more comfortable with. Something we need to be able to discuss more openly. Something that we shouldn’t feel funny about. Something which has to stop making us cringe. Feminine intimate health. It’s as simple as looking after our vaginas (yep, I went there) and making sure they remain healthy and
A FEW weeks ago, I was blatantly ignored by a group of women. I smiled, said hello and looked around the room, waiting for a group of women, whom I didn’t know, to respond. But nothing came. (Talk about awkward.) For a second or two, I thought perhaps they haven’t heard me or that someone, anyone, in the crowded room would shoot me a friendly smile any time soon. But
WOMEN get an incredibly tough deal, in this world, at times. So it makes sense for us to stick together right? We all know this (or most of us do) yet how many of us can say we do this? Like really? How many of us can say, “sure, I know how to be a good sister!” I mean, honestly, can you? From a young age, we are taught that