• an unexpected ruin

    I have this thing with ruins; always have, ever since I was a little girl. The most mundane and domestic building becomes suddenly enchanting once it falls into disrepair. Take off the roof, rip out the windows and let nature get her way – you’re in fairytale territory in a matter of years. Yorkshire is

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  • pink

    Pink is the colour of my little girl’s happiness; Pink is the colour of her princess dress. Pink is the colour of the ’95 champagne that’s chilling in my fridge.  As a mum to a 3-year-old girl, I fight a constant, quiet battle to keep the level of pink in our lives to a sensible

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  • fuck perfect

    Here’s the problem with perfect; it’s achievable, but not sustainable. You can do it for a night, a day, an event, maybe a while. You can starve yourself skinny or primp yourself pretty, or hoover your whole house until it’s entirely fluff-free. It just doesn’t last, and unless you’re an unemployed millionairess without any children,

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