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A funny thing about my life/job these days is that I’m frequently called upon to make regular trips to London. “Regular trips to London” is a phrase that sounds incredibly casual, but in my head it’s still kind of a big deal – not least because I have convinced myself that I am the imminent
I have come to a reluctant acceptance that it is impossible to plan a quiet Christmas Day . No matter how much I swear to be steadfast & stubborn, defending our wish to stay home alone December 25th, our plans inevitably tangle up like forgotten fairy lights. So many other people’s hopes and plans are wrapped up in our own,
When did you know you were truly a grown up? For women they say the answer is often linked to the first time you were verbally harassed by a man in the street. In that case, I knew I was getting close when a red-faced man followed me home from school in my knee socks
We’ve been writing a lot of letters to Matilda. Cards, mainly – ‘I know! Let’s make a card for Tilly and send it with the postman’, as we come through the door after another long day. So, we sit at the kitchen table and pull out the glitter and glue. Stickers are stuck, envelopes stuffed.
One of my rules for living simply is to try and stick to possessions that work hard for us – multifunctional things that earn their space in our home by being practical and useful, as well as pretty. One area where I fail fairly spectacularly at this is blankets. Oh, blankets – the prints, the textures, the
Setting up this photo, digging out the old remnants of Orla’s baby days, I got hit by some forgotten feelings from those early newborn days – particularly, of being lost in a sea of new-baby parerphanalia. I found newborn ownership (that’s the right word, yes?) to be an uncomfortable time. Overnight, I was given an entirely new identity,
1. Our little Greycat very nearly died this week when he suddenly came down with what we now think was a serious brain injury. Fortunately, he made it back from the brink of euthenasia – albeit expensively, as we didn’t have any insurance! 2. A whole month of lazy summer days with R & Orla. This
Time for a confession: there is one area where my minimalism and decluttering idealism goes out the window: stationery. I love stationery like a toddler loves a cardboard box. I just see it all as so full of possibility. Sometimes when I really love a journal a bit too much, I save it away, waiting