You might think that writing a post about tights is bit “huh” but bear with me. If you wear tights as often as I do you will appreciate how phenomenal it is when you find a pair that actually fits you. Not just feel alright, but that actually fit. For years I have battled buying tights that ended up falling down half way through the day. I have
Right, now that my youngest’s birthday is out of the way I can talk about Christmas (self imposed embargo on the use of the C word until mid November you see). Here’s some great ideas for festive fun with the National Trust in Sussex this Christmas. If you’re looking for somewhere special to escape the high street crowds this Christmas, consider a visit to a National Trust house
Have you heard about imposter syndrome? … a psychological pattern in which an individual doubts their accomplishments and has a persistent internalized fear of being exposed as a “fraud”. 70% of us recognise these thoughts in ourselves apparently, and can understand the impact this has on not just our work lives, but our every day lives. I have had it for years, essentially it means I think I am useless.
This isn’t going to be big news to you I know, but I felt I should explain, and do it here rather than posting one of my usual (of late) really wordy Instagram posts. I have killed off the duck in the mask that has served as my avatar on line since I first joined Twitter nearly ten years ago. I have never been one for messing about with
Are the lyrics to This Is Me, from the Greatest Showman not some of the greatest ever penned? When the sharpest words wanna cut me down I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out I am brave, I am bruised I am who I’m meant to be, this is me Look out ’cause here I come And I’m marching on to the beat I drum I’m not scared to
From the road you would have no idea that behind that unassuming wooden door stands the most incredible home. Featured on Grand Designs a few years ago it is hard to imagine that this building was a derelict and crumbling old violin factory. Just a five minute stroll from Waterloo there is a peace about it, it’s a little oasis of calm. Echo Sub — £119.99 Echo
But don’t you see, T? Your niche is you Hmm I hadn’t thought of that when I had a wobble on Instagram recently. I kept reading that people on that social media platform need a niche, a curated feed, a USP that made people want to follow them and devour their posts. A planned grid so the pictures when looked at all together had a theme.
It’s a wonder that we ever bought our house because the hallway is all wrong. The stairs come down straight to the front door. Literally. You can come down the stairs and with one foot on the bottom step you can have another foot out of the front door. From a Feng shui point of view it couldn’t be more wrong. Add to that the fact
I didn’t realise that sirens made me hold my breath. Past tense. It was the fact that I realised on Monday morning that I no longer subconsciously paid attention to them as they sped up the road that made me realise they had that affect on me. That they made me hold my breath and wait for the phone call from my granny’s care home to say “we have had
When I got the first one it was going to be the only one. I didn’t really have a desire to cover my body in ink, just a wish to remember two friends in some way. To remind myself that life is for living and that tomorrow you could be on holiday and die in a horrific freak of nature called a tsunami. That is what had happened to our
What do you weigh? No not in kgs. But as a person, if you added up your worth, what would you weigh? Hang on, let me explain. There’s been a definite shift recently in being body positive online. Hell I should know, I have even done it myself over the past few weeks. Posting far more selfies in a fortnight than I have in the past eight years combined.
You are most interested in the seagull poo, aren’t you? I have to be honest and say it isn’t the highlight of my year driving a convertible (as you would expect) especially as I was 100 miles from home and en route to a funeral. But I had to just sit there, laugh, and take it on the chin. Or right shoulder to be more accurate. The perils of being