So in love with these shots taken of me & Orla by good friend and crazy-talented photographer Camila of Ila photography. A little while back, Camila gave up her successful day job to dedicate herself to photography full time. I …

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Baby girl did not sleep last night. So, of course, nobody did. Now she sleeps, snuggled against her Daddy, and I creep downstairs and make tea and toast at the aga and watch the rain in the valley. In the …

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My friend Helen writes & illustrates the most wonderful books for children. She’s also one of my favourite people ever, a hugely inspirational mama and has a wardrobe full of Things I Want to Steal, but they don’t seem to …

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A strange sadness, to leave the house Orla knows so well. She’s splashed in this bath since her very first week; she knows which wobbly floorboards to skip, as she leads my by the hand to bed. She knows where …

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Some people I have known: The teacher from a middle class family who only values guardian-reading, university educated adults in white-collar professions The always-immaculate mama who describes in scathing detail what other mothers were wearing that day at the school …

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It’s much too easy to let my blog & instagram slide into being part of the ‘perfect life’ myth – that idea that everyone else has everything great, & you’re the only one dealing with the crap. So, to redress …

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I found her under a gooseberry bush, which is a euphemism of course for a labour so painful I really-actually thought I was going to die. I did not find childbirth spiritual or beautiful. Instead, it found me, violent & …

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{ As if there’s only three things I want in a month. Ha! } Vintage star maps, because I’m already decorating the bedroom of the dream house in my mind. Smock dresses, especially this sheer blush pink number from ASOS. …

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