Winter days getting you down? I asked my insta friends to share their favourite winter activity, and have put them together to make a failsafe winter to do list. In fact, truth be told – I struggled to choose just 30 for this list! Many of the comments also made me lament the fact that I don’t
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
Thick, spicy and full of warmth, Tarka Dahl has been my order of choice from the Indian takeaway for a long time, but it never occurred to me to make at home. I think I imagined it would be faffy, as many Indian dishes are – requiring complex curry pastes and ingredients we didn’t already
January in iPhone snaps… 1. WE HAVE A WEDDING VENUE! PHEW – with only seven months to go, that was feeling kind of close. It’s a big, beautiful cowshed on a big, messy old farm, and I’m suddenly VERY excited to wed this fella of mine. 2. The first snowfall of winter came, meaning the
I have come to a reluctant acceptance that it is impossible to plan a quiet Christmas Day . No matter how much I swear to be steadfast & stubborn, defending our wish to stay home alone December 25th, our plans inevitably tangle up like forgotten fairy lights. So many other people’s hopes and plans are wrapped up in our own,
my month in (mainly) iPhone pictures 1// Jen & Jen both approached me this month to take a few photographs of themselves for projects they’ve got underway. I still squirm away slightly when anyone calls me a photographer, but I understand how hard it can be to pose for portraits without feeling like a
PART OF MY {100 stories} SERIES: A COLLECTION OF FICTIONAL FRAGMENTS & UNFINISHED RAMBLINGS… Marthe was born in the snow. Her mama often told it; how for 9 long months she’d predicted her firstborn would come with the snowfall, & awoken suddenly, waters leaking warm in the bed, to the first flakes of December. “We’ve got winter in our
Wait, does this mean it’s nearly November? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised as I’m writing this next to the fire, lamp already switched on at 3:55pm, evening fog descending outside. They keep saying it’s going to be a ‘really bad winter’, which actually means a brilliant winter in my book. Sledge & mittens at
A little getaway, staying in a 1940s gypsy caravan in Wales. Completely perfect. Rising with Orla & the sun to light the wood burning stove, get the kettle on to boil & cook pancakes, as the birds sing in the morning from the trees. Radio playing and steam at the windows. Then squelch through