• unwedding

    I don’t want a wedding. Ok, that’s not entirely true – I want a big party, I always want cake, & I’m thrilled to be officially teaming up with R for life. That stuff really appeals. I guess what I really mean is, I don’t want a conventional wedding. I don’t want chair covers and

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  • Most worn – Autumn Winter 2015/6

    A REGULAR RETROSPECTIVE LOOK AT WHAT I’VE ACTUALLY BEEN WEARING, IN PURSUIT OF SOME SORT OF MINIMAL/CAPSULE WARDROBE… (Last Spring/Summer here). Cashmere tunic dress in black & grey. Basically this entire post should just contain these dresses from Boden, because I LIVE in them. The only reason I ever wear anything else is because they need washing

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  • on helpfulness

    Hi, I’m Sara & I left my meaningful, rewarding job in Speech Therapy to take photos of coffee & write about my phone. Well, pretty much. I can’t say I regret it, because they wouldn’t be true; but equally, it hasn’t been an easy decision. I think anyone with a degree of empathy & conscience

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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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  • a mindful 2016

    Happy twenty-sixteen! No doubt I’ll continue to write 2015 for at least another three or four months yet – some days I still think it’s 1997 – but for context, there it is.  Last year I leapt into January with a pretty exhaustive list of all the things I needed to slow down, and I kicked

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  • live with less: toy clutter

    In the run up to Christmas, I’m growing increasingly twitchy about the deluge of toy clutter about to hit. It feels like I’m constantly trying to find equilibrium, walking a delicate line between a sea of pink plastic in the living room, and sad little Orla playing with a lone broken doll in a corner. Simplifying is so much

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