"Yes? Please - go on." (If that means nothing to you, clearly 1) you are not a pubescent boy, and 2) you do not have a husband who spews forth Will Ferrell quotes like a bizarre form of Tourettes. In which case, you must go and watch Anchorman immediately. Go, now. I'll wait. Ok? Good. And speaking of Anchorman, good to know some things...
It's been over six months, it's getting embarrassing. BUT first, can somebody pleeeeease get married in this dress? With a rocking belt and maybe a little birdcage veil? For £52?? Oh yes. Butter milk lace dress, £52, ASOS Do it! ...
When I first left home, nearly ten years ago, my mother gave me a recipe book. It was a dense, wire-bound book filled with crisp lined pages, into which she had sifted seventeen years of motherly love and fifty years of stirring, baking, chopping, burning, swearing, testing, tasting... It was filled with the flavours of home. How to roast a chicken and make...
Welcome to my little corner of the world. Settle down, maybe pour yourself a wee glass of wine, get comfy. If you have a blanket, cosy under it. If you have a slanket, I don't want to know because I am jealous. So, I'm Kirsty. That's me and my husband Fin over there on the left. I'm a creative soul trapped in a corporate world,...
So, I’ve been blog-lurking (blurking?) for a while now. It all started with the odd wedding blog, after the Hubster and I got engaged (ok, maybe a liiiittle while before we got engaged – what can I say, I like to be prepared). At first it was just the pretty ones – a lovely table setting here, an edgy photographer there. Then I got...
