I’m a bit fed up of being made to feel ugly. It’s not by anyone who actually knows me or sees me, I should add – but, like any dutiful 21-centurion, I care not for these opinions and choose instead to listen to the advertisers, manufacturers and purveyors of all things ‘female’. This morning whilst
After my last instagram tips post, I looked back at my wider photo archives, and found a few sets I wanted to revisit somehow. So this is the first of a little series, I think. F was about 3 when these photographs were taken; I was staying with her parents, illustrators & authors Helen &
Ah, anxiety, my old friend. Except it took me a surprisingly long time to see her as that; so sure that ‘anxiety’ was something else entirely, a plague on housewives and teenage exam students – all wringing hands, jittery knees & butterflies in the stomach. True anxiety is nothing like this; it is a swarm
I think my #1 piece of advice for beginners on Instagram, after ‘edit with VSCOcam‘, is to post every day. Partly because this is the best way to find your ‘tribe’ & make some friends, but mainly because regular practice & routine is the fastest way to get any good at anything. I hate that
It’s almost exactly a year since we placed our offer on this house, and committed to actually doing it; to leaving the city-living we’d always known, and moving out to somewhere sleepy, rural and green. I remember being desperately excited, sure it would never really happen for us, but also, particularly in the small hours
These are recipe books that have changed the way I cook & eat. They taught me my entire memorised repertoire, all of my fancy tricks, and I owe them a whole heap of thanks – so here it is.
The woman sitting at the next table has a six-month-old baby. She’s talking to her friend about all the sad & wonderful things that come with that, in a simple, casual way. She could be telling my own story. There are so many parallels, and I wish I could tap her on the shoulder and
Born out of my slightly Pagan love of rituals & seasonal foods, combined with my vague dislike of regular hot cross buns – are they sweet or savoury? bread or cake? Perhaps it’s just me, but there’s something eminently disappointing about a bun that tastes like the worst bits of Christmas cake & toast combined.