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
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
I bloody love planners. I love the possibility of them; all those neat, orderly lines and boxes waiting to be filled. But I also have commitment issues. Like choosing a wedding dress, you only really get to have one. Thankfully, unlike most weddings, planners come with the potential for a do-over every December. I asked
We climbed off the damp and steamy 82 bus and hurried home under a shared umbrella. My Grandma lit the false flames of the gas fire, pulled out the smallest of her nest of tables and set down a tray of cups, biscuits and her favourite teapot. Outside, a genie’s lamp of silver engravings; inside,
(if you don’t see the image sliders here, give it a moment to load 🙂 ) Living room. I feel like the images speak for themselves here – less is more, white makes spaces bigger and brighter, burgundy… doesn’t really. The handrail by the stairs at the back needs to go next, and the awful ceiling
What if I’m a blossom tree? That’s the thought that keeps returning to me lately, as the roadsides light up like impossible pastel fireworks on the way down into the village; as Rory works out his notice and our entire financial future rests in my sleepy, distractible hands. Destined to bloom brightly then fade in a flurry of
(SLIDE THE WHITE ARROW) When we bought our home, it had sat on the market for a number of years. It was in a gorgeous area, and had a surprisingly big square footage. But something was putting people off. If, like me, you devoted a chunk of your student years to watching property shows on daytime television,
“You know those days when you get the mean reds? … Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away.” – Breakfast at Tiffany’s One of the