As I write this, we’re slowly coming out of another national lockdown here in the UK. West Yorkshire, where I live, has been under lockdown regulations for roughly 3 quarters of the past 365 days, and it’s taken its toll on us all. Myself, most definitely included – which I’ll probably be talking about more
My mood has shifted this week. For the first couple of weeks at home I was reasonably sunny: enjoying the privilege of time with my little family, the slower pace of it all. But over the last few days I’ve turned grumpy; as sour as the starter dough everyone’s husband except mine is seemingly tending
This post is sponsored sustainable Swedish childrenswear brand, Newbie, as part of their 10th birthday celebrations. I’ve been a very happy Newbie customer for years (Rory even has a tattoo of Orla in one of their dresses), so this partnership was a very easy yes for me! ❤️ Orla’s never had a bedroom. It’s not
I don’t really like mulled wine. I mean, in theory it’s wonderful – warm, festive and alcoholic – but in reality it’s always a bit sharp, a bit too sweet, a bit like somebody scraped up the dust at the bottom of their spice cupboard and mixed it with the cheapest wine in ALDI. Mulled
It feels brilliantly surreal, but today is the day that my book, Hashtag Authentic, wings its way out into the world! If you haven’t got your copy yet, here’s a little taster of what you can expect… (Huge thank you to my friends at MeliaMelia who helped me make this little video!) If
Yesterday an image of mine, along with one of my friend Carolyn’s was featured in a lighthearted critical piece on Vulture. Twelve hours later I got an email from The Guardian asking me for permission to use the same image in a feature: when I asked about the nature of the piece, I was told
As a woman in business I am continually underestimated. Actually, scratch that – as a woman on Earth I am continually underestimated, just like the rest of my sex – it’s just that running a kickass business that has made it so glaringly apparent to me. People from the more conventional world of financial success
A few weeks back, in the interval at an event where I was speaking, I bumped into a woman I knew. She’d been a student on The Insta Retreat so this was our first time meeting in real life, and we did that strange thing where you slide straight from ‘hello, my name is…’ into
When I was aged 7 or 8, I fell in love with a hideous sundress. It was in this store my mother dragged us around on a weekly basis – an outlet for cheaply-priced factory seconds and unsold stock from larger highstreet chains. We didn’t have a lot of money and my Mum had 3