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
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
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’
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
TODAY I was going to write about style. That was my big plan. But then the General Election happened and I’m sat here finding myself unable to do it. To write about something seemingly so trivial at a time when what is happening to this country is so much more important. And so apologies to those who would rather I wrote about pretty things today, but today I am about
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
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