Oh hey, remember that time I got married? It was a year ago, to be precise – and if you’d asked me then I’d never have believed it would take me a whole 12 months to get around to writing about it. Even now, I’m not sure why it did. Because I wanted to hold it
I always mean to do such a lot, at Christmas. Back before I had a child & a business & a napping addiction, I did used to do a lot. Handmade cards, gingerbread palaces, whole-house decorations. Now, it feels like a tremendous achievement just to string some lights on a tree. And I’m all for
I didn’t always understand Snapchat. It took me a while to get my head around it, to be honest – wasn’t it just for sexting? Why else would the pictures need to be temporary, and users alerted to screenshots? When people starting to ask for my username in growing numbers, I just assumed I was becoming increasingly
What a year! The events of the last week must surely form the icing on a 2016-cake built of bullshit, bitterness and death. I’m increasingly convinced that David Bowie may have been the glue holding our entire world together. It’s been a toughie on a personal level, too – losing two people to irreparable disagreements, after
…and not a pumpkin spice latte in sight! ? 1. Go scrumping. Ok, you don’t have to actually steal them, but in the absence of any pick your own apple orchards anywhere within West Yorkshire (or any with a web presence, at least), I’m resorting to picking fruit from trees of dubious ownership. 2. Make
This is the post that google did not deliver. I searched for it over and over again : stores like COS, minimalist fashion online – but only ever seemed to hit the same three or four results. First up: when I say minimalist here I’m referring to the style and aesthetic, rather than the lifestyle
I’m not a beauty-haul kind of girl. My eyeliner is always wonky, my hair never looks like the YouTube girls. For a long time I thought this was because I lacked some essential talent, but I’ve since come to terms with the fact that I just don’t care. Not enough to spend twenty-five minutes on
These are the days that we came here for. When the sun warms our bedroom at the top of the house while the dawn chorus works itself up to an orchestral cacophony. And we dig out the sun cream from the dusty recess of the bathroom cabinet, noting the changes to tiny pudgy hands and
You may have already read my initial response to the news of the changes to Instagram that I wrote when the news was first announced. This post is a supplement to that. Today I’m seeing about 75% of my followings post an image asking people to turn on their notification alerts for their account. Some