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a feathered house guest

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There’s a chicken in my kitchen. There’s a chicken in my kitchen quite a lot these days, to be honest; when she isn’t there she’s generally sitting on the sofa, sleeping by a radiator or, at best, pecking at the window on the front door. I’m not sure she fully understands what being a chicken’s about. Her name’s Matilda & we’ve had her for years, outside. She’s had two coop-mates, and outlived them both, and…

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a room with a view

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I was the kind of child who lived in a perpetual daydream; the cars were boats, the roads canals, and the clouds on the horizon, above the houses, were definitely snow covered hills. Some days I’d stare at them so long & hard I couldn’t even be sure any more; were there mountains there? Had I really made it up? This confusion was only compounded the day I discovered that the magical, exotically-named land I’d…

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tulips for CΓ©cile – a little Instameet in Paris

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Two weeks ago, I was in Paris. Paris is, obviously, the best; if you’ve never been, all I can say is that it really is exactly how you imagine it to be. The only alternate life I ever mourn for is one where I pay attention in high school french, overcome all that prohibitive anxiety and move to Paris at the age of 18. When we visit, I like to play pretend that this really…

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no news is good news

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I’ve stopped reading the news – in particular, I’ve stopped reading bad news. Or, at least I’ve tried to; news, it turns out, is everywhere! I’ve replaced my car radio time with audio books, my lunchbreak reading with a few favourite blogs. We don’t watch TV or buy papers at home, and I’ve deleted the apps from my phone. And yet… It’s like news is the sea and we’re all just fish swimming around, mostly…

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Parenting: What I (un)learned in the first two years

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She is two; fiesty, messy haired, hilarious. She is a changling and a hurricane, a swirl of snot and sugar and soft, sticky kisses. She hears owls in almost everything – a squeaking tap, a squeal of breaks, a pigeon on the roof. “Wowl singing, mummy!”, & I never have the heart to set her straight. Below is a list of what I unlearned in the last 24 months. I could have listed what I…

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slow living : read more books

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Read more books – the first resolution on my slow living list. Easy, right? Books have always been a part of my identity. I tend to read fast and furiously, churning through novels the way Orla does bowls of pasta. A friend once joked my book collection was in danger of burying me alive; “It’s lucky you have fat reserves.“, he added helpfully. As a child I read so voraciously that I recounted my entire…

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slow living

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A resolution for 2015: to slow down and to simplify. 2014 has been good to me, but frantic, without focus. So maybe it’s fitting that I don’t really know where to start with this, either. I’ve got as far as a list of 12 areas of my life I’d like to work on; one for each month of the year. Media consumption – be mindful about what I absorb. stop reading news. read books again.…

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more notes for my daughter

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Let her learn from my mistakes, please. Part one here. Be you. The world will adjust. Say no to the things you don’t want to do – you don’t need an excuse. Eat junk food while your metabolism is good. School is great, but educate yourself on the things they leave out, too; money, things that grow, gender issues, life hacks, health, and how to make dinner out of one bendy carrot and some old…

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The man in the ear flappy hat {100 stories}

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Lotta lives at number 17 Norway street. She knows this because there is the gold number 17 on her green front door, & because she has heard mama say it into the telephone sometimes. Norway street is not in Norway. She’d looked it up on the computer; ‘Norway has extremely harsh winters and a native population of red deer.’ These things are not true on Norway street. In the front room at 17 Norway street…

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About

Oh, hello there! I’m Sara – 30% stylist, 40% photographer, 40% writer and 10% cake. I’m also terrible at maths. I live in rural Yorkshire, England with my daughter Orla and fiancΓ© Rory We relocated to this little village in the hills from a lifetime in the city, hoping to slow down, simplify and stop worrying about stupid stuff.  This is my online journal; a record of thoughts, ideas, recipes, shopping lists & things I ate in…

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