I’m pretty certain that 17 year old me wrote a list of 30 things I wanted to do before I was 30. It was probably lots of wild adventures, grand gestures and internet inspired wonders. I wish I knew where that list was now, I wonder how many I’ve achieved, and whether 17 year old me would approve?
I’ve always said I don’t need much in life to be happy.
I’m not one for extravagant gifts (that’s not to say that hubby doesn’t buy them, but as appreciated as these gifts are, I’d never expect or request..!) and for me the best way to celebrate is by creating special memories.
My baby turned the huge zero-one last week! One year old!
It’s such a cliche, but it really is true. Time has flown since my last blog post, and time has flown since my baby boy was born – I’m finding it hard to believe that he will be a year old next week! Continue reading
So it’s Friday night. The husband has gone to the pub, and in true rock and roll fashion I’ve spent all day looking forward to cooking myself a tasty meal, clean pjs after my shower and an early night. I might read in bed, I might watch a bit of trashy TV, or I might flake. But whichever option I choose, it’ll be purely pleasing myself. What bliss. Continue reading
For anyone who follows me on Instagram, you may have seen me showing off my new cotton ball lights for Stanley’s room. Continue reading
Three years ago we started discussing the possibility of turning our (well, hubby’s before it became ‘ours’) two bedroom bungalow into a dormer.
Oh how times have changed. Sales shopping used to be a ‘jump on a train, go somewhere good, make a day of it’ affair with the mother – a lovely leisurely lunch, hot coffees and Christmas money burning a hole in the pocket.
There’s something about the beginning of a New Year that seems to require new stationary, a big clean, fresh starts. It’s the back to school feeling – a shiny pencil case and clean, crisp paged exercise books.