With wedding prep well under way, the 3rd bedroom re-decorated, and a new kitchen set to be fitted in the next few months, it made sense to start the search for The Dress. Back in January I got in touch with my bridesmaids, mum, and mother-in-law-to-be and we settled on a date in mid-March for … More The Dress Hunt
I’ve always been a fan of lifting my chin every once in a while, and observing the world around me. When I worked in London I defiantly stopped reading my phone or kindle on the commute, and looked out of the windows, treated to private rainbows and some space away from the grim-faced businessmen. Every … More A Stolen Scene
That age old question – do people really change? When we adapt and grow into new situations, are we becoming someone else, or do the fundamentals of who we are actually change at all? I have a feeling it’s a bit of both. If I think about the person I am today, I can barely … More Who Do You Think You Are?
My whole life has been punctuated by some sort of worry. From 18 months old I had a phobia of dogs, and ended up going to a psychiatrist when my parents realised that my instinct to run away from the problem could lead to serious issues – namely running into the road in a state … More Big Sky Therapy
Today is a momentous day. As I’m sure most over-excited organised people do, I have several ‘days left’ countdown widgets on my phone as we crawl towards exciting dates in the diary. Today, we hit 299 days till the wedding. Every time we break a hundreds barrier, we get a bit giddier, and it becomes … More The Road to Mrs #3
2 broken vacuum cleaners 2 hours getting a kitchen design quote 3 minor leaks through the kitchen ceiling 4 tubs of white paint 6 weeks between getting the keys and moving in 7.6 foot Christmas tree 9 trips to Ikea (at least!) 10 total people in the house for Boxing Day 100 year old building … More A House In Numbers – 2016 Reflection
Ever since I was little, I’ve envisaged living in a cottage in the countryside. Surrounded by hills, views of the clouds from my windows, sounds of birds and little else. A room dedicated to books – a haven of literature and creativity. With a big oak table and a green reading lamp where I’ll write … More A Hidden Dream