A lifestyle blog
Great. Having to post a photo of myself. Just what I have been dreading in all the weeks I have been linking up with Tara on The Gallery. I really don’t like putting photos of me up as I never like them. I am the least photogenic person I know. Unless, of course, it is for a Ranty Friday and involves posting photographs of my back side and boobs. That
MummyBarrow loves this month Another round up of things I have come across in the past month that I think you might like to try out. Or add to your wish list. Some things I have been sent to talk about, others I have bought because I love them and want you to know about them too. So this month MummyB is loving:
Having vowed to do more family days out we decided to start off at Thorpe Park, what with it being on our doorstep and all that. And then Mr B had to duck out as a family friend was over and you can’t miss once a year drinks with a mate you have grown up with. And J couldnt make it as he was at school. Still, Mr B’s loss
Ranty Friday this week is about being a big fat failure Yep. That is what I am. Apparently. Not what I think. But what I think is irrelevant. We all need to believe what Samantha Brick has been spouting again this week. And that is that all “fat women are failures”. Fat can’t be beautiful and if you are fat you are failure. Employers shouldn’t employ fat people, fat people
Malaria is something I have become more acutely aware about since becoming involved with Comic Relief this year. When people sent me messages apologising for “only able to give you a fiver” my response was always the same: that fiver just saved a life because it buys a mosquito net That simple.
Expressions on The Gallery this week. I predict some cracking pictures being linked up. That moment when you see somebody’s expression and snap it. Laughter / shock / joy / surprise all great expressions to capture on camera. So it was back to the archives for me to find something to fit the bill. And the picture above is the one I came up with. An expression that says “we
I have vowed this summer that we will do more stuff as a family. Which might sound easy but believe me, it is not. C is between jobs in a sector that is very much shift driven so is not on a Monday to Friday, or 9 to 5 cycle. J is still at boarding school from Monday morning to Saturday lunch time, with mates in London and universities to
I am always wary of running or entering competitions on my blog as I am never sure they offer much to you, my dear reader. And also there are very strict rules around competitions and I don’t want to fall foul of any of them. But this one being run by Carex to celebrate their 20th birthday grabbed my attention as I thought I could have some fun with
are what make me happiest. Isn’t that true for all of us? It’s the simple things that make us smile. That reassert our joy to be alive. I realised this whilst out walking dog one evening this week. Walking him in just a t-shirt (me, not him) for the first time this year and being so pleased that I didn’t have to put on boots to stop me falling over,
Yes. Bras. I know. Ranty Friday this week is all about bras. If you are in one half of the population that doesn’t need them then you might not understand this post so you might want to go and put the kettle on or something. But if you are in the other half then you might empathise. So how on earth can this be the subject of this
I don’t do craft I don’t have young children However, when a good friend publishes a book it is the law, yes law, that you buy said book. And so when the lovely Maggy Woodley’s book came out this month there was much excitement amongst bloggers. Imagine seeing your friend’s book for sale on Waterstone’s and Amazon’s websites, in local book shops and in the book shop at the Tate!
Ahhh youth on The Gallery this week. Lazy summers. That is what youth was about for me. Lazy summers and loud music. Of posters on the wall pulled from magazines. Of dreams and carefree-ness (is that a word?) Back when my wearing glasses was deemed cute. And dodgy perms and dodgy fashions were deemed fashionable, not ridiculous. Looking through old photos to find some of yourself is always an interesting