How I think something's going to look. ...
That is all. Dan the Bear by Jane Stockdale via christmasgifs.org ...
First, the boots that I wanted that were way too expensive that then went on sale that I ordered that then went out of stock even though I'd already ordered them that then went on sale in a different colour that I ordered again, have actually arrived! And they fit, and they're lovely, and the second colour was nicer than the first anyway, so in the end I totally win....
Fin's a new book person. He loves the smell of them, the shiny spines in well-ordered rows. He could spend several happy hours browsing the shelves of a good bookshop and never get bored. Second-hand things - books, clothes, anything textile - give him the willies. I, on the other hand, am more of an old book person. I find new books sterile,...
That's right. Our little ball of fluff (okay fine, our half-bald skinny bag of bones) turned three. And in a strange quirk of timing, she came to live with us on her second birthday, so the date also marked our one-year anniversary of becoming dog owners. Of course I had to make her a hat. In many ways, Smidgen isn't an easy dog...
Earlier this week I wrote a post for Any Other Woman's A-Z of Getting Married, called M is for Mrs. (If you haven't read the post yet, go and do it now. I'll wait.) It's a little-known fact - and by little-known, I mean it's probably only known to me, my husband and a handful of internet shopping database administrators - that I am not a Mrs....
Here's how it works: If you're single, you're a Miss. If you're married, you're a Mrs. If you're a big hairy feminist, you may be a Ms, but this is best avoided. ...
Yesterday, someone I follow on Twitter asked the ladies in her timeline how many pairs of shoes they owned, in an effort to establish what was a "normal" number. Sure, I thought. I'll play that game. I mean, I threw out several pairs of shoes in The Great Decluttering of 2011, and several more prior to moving into our new flat. I trimmed...
I saw Callie Shell's behind-the-scenes photography of Obama's 2008 campaign on a BBC documentary the other day. It's very evocative. I especially love the ones showing Michelle and Barack together. (It might interest you to know we have a Michelle Obama magnet on our fridge, right next to a picture of Hildegard of Bingen. We like smart ladies.) I would urge you to look at the...
The last three months were, frankly, a blur. I lived in three different flats. I spent four hours a day on various forms of public transport. I helped sign up over 300 people to raise money for charity. I went to three weddings, styled two photo shoots, wrote a grand total of seven blog posts. There was a mysterious and somewhat gross infection...
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It's easy to be dismissive of the pink fog that descends over everything this month, but behind all the pink froth and nonsense are real people affected by breast cancer. People like my mum. In honour of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Breast Cancer Care have launched their Pink Fridays campaign and are asking as many people as...
Things (moving, unpacking, infection, exhaustion, things, things and more things) are getting a wee bit on top of me. But at least I've got fabulous shoes. I'll be back once I've fought my way out from under a mound of cardboard boxes. Friday, to be exact. Stay tuned. ...
We moved out of our flat yesterday, into a temporary place while we wait for our new lease to come through. The days leading up to this one have been horribly, overwhelmingly busy, culminating in me sobbing over the phone to a bemused letting agent five minutes before we were supposed to hand our keys in. We finally closed the door on our...
Imagine you reach into your fridge for the milk bottle at a critical moment (say, there's a cup of hangover tea brewing in your mug, or the half-made bechamel for your we-might-not-have-a-flat-but-we'll-always-have-cheese macaroni is busy congealing in a pan) only to find that the milk is past its use-by date. What do you do? Give the bottle a cursory sniff, recoil in horror...
1. Visiting the Olympics. 2. Watching the Olympics. 3. Talking about the Olympics. 4. Volunteering at Fringe by the Sea. 5. Hunting for a dog-friendly flat with a garden and a dishwasher. 6. Planning and executing Blonde Bridesmaid's hen do. There's a decent chance I'm still drunk. 7. Sleeping on early morning trains. 8. Hunting for a dog-friendly flat, garden and dishwasher optional. 9....
It feels like forever ago that I was playing with flowers, tramping about fields and pretending I had a clue how to be a stylist. I've lost all concept of time. It turns out that completely changing my daily routine has had more of an impact than I had expected. I knew it would be a change - that was the whole point...
"To be honest, I think commuting for four hours every day will be a blessing in disguise. I'll have so much time to write while I'm on the train." - Me, last week. Hahahahaha. Haha. Ha. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. ...
The original tagline for this blog (it's still my Twitter bio, actually, because I'm too lazy to think of something else) was, "Got a boy, got hitched, now just need to get... er, a life?" Not the wittiest thing in the world, but it seemed to fit where I was when I started here. Newly married, unsure of where I was or where...
I'm thinking a decent pair of leather combat boots could be the answer to my rainy-day shopping conundrum. I was never cool enough for them the first time round, but as the dawn of my thirties starts to slowly edge into view on the horizon, something tells me it's now or never. I reckon the right pair could just about work, as long as...
Arrived in Dundee nervous and hung over, train station coffee swilling around inside my stomach. Consulted this pinboard approximately seven thousand times. Attempted to turn a suitcase full of jumbled skirts and dresses and shorts and jumpers into something vaguely resembling said pinboard. Panicked quietly. Made a list. Immediately felt better. Made a longer list. Stuck clothes onto a model's boob using sellotape, which...
