My car sounds funny. On a cold morning it growls like the rasping lungs of a lady who's been smoking for the last forty years and who's now sitting uncomfortably close to you at the motor reg, and when it's hot it gasps for air- spluttering and wheezing and begging me to slow down or at… Continue reading On Sacrifice.
*DISCLAIMER: these tips may or may not work. My grumps are telling me that they deffo won't but the niggling little angel on my shoulder is telling me they do, every time, and to tell my grumps to shove off and do some of them. Today has been a shit day. Alright, honestly I've written one… Continue reading How to turn a crap day into a slightly less crap day*
Your Facebook feed is undoubtedly full of posts about the year that has been, the year that will be and all of life's trials and triumphs today, so it seems almost fitting that I add to the chorus. 2015 has been the wildest, hardest, most wonderful year of my life thus far. It has been… Continue reading 2015 in review x
*or, the reason that I am so bad at replying to "hey how are you" messages on facebook and why I am okay with that. At the time of writing (23rd December 2015, 4:11PM) it is a Wednesday afternoon and I have been told six times this week that I am juggling too much, that… Continue reading “wherever you are, be all there.”
It was year five, on the hallowed occasion that was a Casual Clothes day, and I was sitting with my class in the activity room at school. Jack*, my neighbour whom I had been absolutely infatuated with for the past two years, was sitting behind me with the rest of the coolest guys in our… Continue reading Don’t feel sorry for the un-hot girls.
You always had a best friend growing up. You got to play pirates and make mudcakes and stage WWE fights with him, and he was always down to put on a dress and have a fashion parade with you. Your parents will thank you for those awesome twenty-first photos one day! SO much less work… Continue reading six short & sweet reasons that having a little brother is (secretly) the best.
I don’t like The Notebook. It’s not Rachel McAdams, she’s an absolute star (obviously.) It’s not the script; it’s not the setting. It’s not the fact that the closing scene made me cry- ugly, snotty, heaving shoulders cry. It’s because when I trace back the idea that relationships should be all about chaos, about love-hate, about… Continue reading “I don’t want Noah and Allie. I want Marshall and Lily.”
-- Yeah, seriously- I found a recipe for oven-dried strawberries which promises to give me an energy kick and a sweet flavour punch, and which I suspect will go really well with chocolate so here we are. More about the song above. Total disclaimer, Lucas is one of my dearest friends so of course I'm going to… Continue reading Strawberries in the oven, wine in my hand, emails open and sweet (local!) tunes playing- saturday bliss.
When I was a little girl, my mum always said that The Master's Apprentices "It's Because I Love You" was my song. She insisted that the world was my oyster, and I’ve always been so grateful to live in a country, family situation and life that makes her claims true. That’s not to say that it’s easy. Sure,… Continue reading Do what you wanna do, be who you wanna be.
Until a few months ago, high-necked jumpers as a wardrobe staple were reserved for afro’d white guys and your great-aunt Doris. In a blink-and-you’ll-miss it moment, they’ve climbed the must have ladder to perch with ripped denim, strappy heels and fine rose-gold jewellery. I, for one, am totally kicking myself for not cleaning out my… Continue reading “she let me wear my chain and my turtleneck sweater.”