(Warning - This post is a little grittier and closer to the bone than the blog's usual light hearted feel. It's hard to sugar coat some things. This year I'll be writing a lot about life in the country, so I guess it made sense to start with telling you how we got here. I'm … Continue reading Mama-ing in the country: How did we get here?
Mum-guilt is a right one isn't it? You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. I'm no stranger to it. In fact I'm pretty sure the default setting on my mum-guilt switch is permentantly set to constant. The lovely blogger and vlogger Jules Furness talked about this recently and suggested that if a … Continue reading 5 ways I can become a less ridiculous mother.
I'm jumping on this here bandwagon and I'm not even a little bit sorry. Hygge. One of the buzz words of the moment and a term that recently went viral online (over 1.5 million tags on Insta). It seems that the world can't get enough of this Danish gem of a word and I'm not … Continue reading 2017: A year of hygge.
We all love a bit of holiday cheer, right? As the night's draw in throughout Autumn we're comforted by the anticipation of twinkly lights, the scent of cinnamon and cloves wafting through the house and the first sounds of Christmas music that immediatley flood the senses with festive nostalgia. Magical. Now, this is a bit … Continue reading Christmas: Wonky trees, yummy food and embracing the crazy.
Ok, so the baby is twenty weeks old today. Four and a half months. At what point is it completely unacceptable to still count your baby in weeks? I reckon if a mama told me her baby was, say, 27 weeks old, I'd not hear the next bit of the conversation because I'd still be … Continue reading What’s the secret?
As the snow fell this afternoon, covering our little lane all in white, I could sense that Christmassy feeling stirring in me. After vowing never to look at a Christmas tree ever again last December, it's a relief that the approaching festive season is making me feel giddy rather than queasy. In fact I'm ready to make up … Continue reading Forgotten footprints, baby rage and making friends with imperfection.
It always making me feel all warm and fuzzy when people tell me they enjoy reading what I write. Sometimes I'm even caught off guard because I forget that I put my words out there. That there's someone else at the other end of things, reading those words. A couple of times these compliments have … Continue reading Why I write what I write.