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’
I’M a firm believer in going with your gut when it comes to all matters. Because truly knowing who you are and remaining tuned into your instinct is important, is it not? “Ignore it at your peril!” (As a psychic medium told me last year.) Oh ‘eck! But sometimes, when we get the ol’ wibbles wobbles about stuff, we can lose our instinctive ‘ears’ and our sense of balance. Which
Long gone are the heady, exciting days when my weekends were all about going out on ‘the razz’. Now my idea of an exciting night is actually having a night in. (It’s the new ‘going out’ you know!) Tonight I am looking forward to doing exactly that. Curling up on the sofa, with a glass of wine in hand (and the bottle nearby) and relaxing. Ah bliss. It’s true, I
We all go through it. Every single one of us. Times when we’re just feeling rubbish or to be frank, like utter s**t. Sometimes it can be just for a day or two, others time it can last longer. But how on earth do you stop feeling like the smelly stuff and get your self acquainted with a sweeter scent. Well, my friends, it’s a tough process. Because as you’ll
YESTERDAY I got the wobbles. It was a wibbly, wobbly kind of day. Not in the physical sense of course (I am NOT a jelly) but in the emotional, spiritual sense. I’ve not had one of these feeling-out-of-sorts kind of days for a while. A long while in fact. So it came as quite a bit of a shock. What the hell is going on here, I thought?! Doubt. That’s
IT’S changed my life, my beautiful little corner of the Internet. But it’s also brought some very interesting conversations my way and a hell of a lot of questions too. There’s a whole glut load of misconceptions when it comes to blogging and being a blogger. About the work that’s involved, about what it’s really like and of course, how much money you can make from it. In the three
THIS is the question too many women ask themselves far too often. And not in the healthy, “hmmmm, I wonder why?…” pondering kind of way. But in the, “I’m jealous, disgruntled, hate-her-guts kind of way.” We’ve all done it and I’ll be the first to hold my hand up and say yeeeees, I’ve made this mistake on occasion in the past. But why do we do it? Why is it so
POWERFUL that, isn’t it? These words by Anne Lamott – which I came across and shared last week for my new #wisdominheels project – have lingered around in my thoughts since I read them. They have stayed there, locked into my consciousness, stubborn, persistent and loud. A reminder to grab life with both your hands and live boldly. Indeed, to live fearlessly. I’ve always been a bit of a ‘feisty
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