Come Find Me Over On Substack…
From today, not only can you find me over on Instagram – in all honesty, having a bit of a ball and still very much loving it – but SUBSTACK will be my second home…
View PostFrom today, not only can you find me over on Instagram – in all honesty, having a bit of a ball and still very much loving it – but SUBSTACK will be my second home…
View PostMy Ride or Die’s are products I love, can’t live without, rebuy and have used for months/years. In this week’s reel I’m sharing my Golden Glow Essentials – the skincare products that give me a sun-kissed glow all year round.
View PostThis blog post and reel has been a loooong time coming! Not only because we ‘finished’ our house renovations about 6.5 years ago, but because – sadly/annoyingly – we have quite a few regrets. Some were instantly obvious, and others have taken time to reveal themselves. But with new house works on the horizon – YAY! – (as I’m sat here patiently waiting for our potential builder to confirm the start date!) there seems like no better time to cleanse myself of all the coulda/shoulda/woulda’s of our family home.
View PostSecond Hand, Hand Me Downs and Pre-Loved Uniform – A Love Affair. My mum spent a lot of time cultivating her relationship with Mrs Drew, the incredibly stern boarding house mistress who waddled around our…
My mum spent a lot of time cultivating her relationship with Mrs Drew, the incredibly stern boarding house mistress who waddled around our school grounds in very sensible shoes and calf length skirts that billowed from her generous hips, with her loyal terrier at her heels. She was formidable, but she'd taken a liking to my mum which worked in our favour - more than I knew at the time.
You see, thanks to my mum's determination to 'raise me better' she poured everything she had, and at times even what she didn't have, into sending me to an all-girls private school. But working 7 days a week; opening our home to foreign language students paying for board and lodging (while we shared a bedroom); and, downsizing our house just sometimes wasn't enough. Not only were there the fees, school meals and trips to cover, there was also the strict uniform code which covered everything from the wool overcoat for chapel to the thick, navy blue (but still my faves ever) PE knickers.
View PostFor years, every summer I’d kick myself for not getting my wholesome arse (yes, I have many arses) into gear and booking the boys and myself in for a camping trip to Sumners Ponds with…
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