I’m not sure if I’m strong and fearless, in fact, I can think of more times when I’ve been exactly the opposite. But, I’m almost certain that during those weak and fearful moments, 9 times out of 10, I’ve been picked back up by womankind. So, let’s raise a glass (or a mug, in my case!) to the women who scoop up other women and help them to stand tall again. Here’s to them and the mico-tales of female heroism out there.
Today’s my birthday. I’m 32 years old, which is crazy to me because the truth is that most days – in my head – I still feel like I’m 17. And I suppose I still am in some ways; I still listen to the same kind of music, I still love doughnuts just as much […]
I’m standing in the queue at H&M. I only popped in to “have a quick look” but whaddya know? In the space of twenty minutes I’ve managed to rummage the rails, make not one but two trips to the fitting room, snap an awkward mirror selfie and ended up in the queue for the tills with […]
I think I’ve just about come to terms with the fact that it’s Autumn now, which is weird because growing up I was definitely an Autumn kid. I loved the changing trees, the frost and darker nights. I used to love and loathe September in equal measure when I was a kid; hating it because […]
→ Which three words best describe you in the kitchen? Greedy, Experimental, Neat (when you’ve lived without a dishwasher, you learn to use the same spoon in every pot and clean as you go to avoid a mountain of washing up!) → Three ingredients that are always in your kitchen cupboard/fridge. Hot sauce (Sunny practically drinks […]