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#anFword is back and this one is all about change. Change is important. Kitty and B has changed and evolved, as have I. But, just as important is recognising what doesn't need to change. Here's what I've changed and what hasn't changed and why.
Living colourfully is about life in technicolour. Here are the ways I'm living more colourfully to live happier.
One love has been a major theme of the past few weeks, whether it’s the Bob Marley song that dominated my sister’s gorgeous wedding, or me prancing about tennis courts with my uni friend on our staycation in my favourite newbies from New Look, or me trying to take more time for myself (as I mentioned in Learning to love my #selfie), or getting used the challenges and fabulousness over my first year as a mum, or, the big one, preparing myself for single motherhood.
#anFword is NoThis week, #anFword is no. This includes Toddlers and the Art of Saying No and How to Fix a MacBook for Free when your computer says no. The Idiot's Guide!No can be negative and it can also be positive - no limits, no regrets, no problem, no worries.No can be life preserving - No, B, don't eat
#anFword: ShoeI've decided I'm going to write a regular post, which will be a word (or phrase) that sums up the past week or so, and as I'll be deciding the word every Friday, I'll be calling it #anFword (a Friday word). It's a given that the F word will inevitably have been a part of my
I am not at all comfortable with a #selfie, much less a picture being taken of me. I’ve untagged myself from infinitely more photos than I’m tagged in.
Going back to work after maternity leave Me crying is not necessarily a new phenomenon, I cry at all sorts of weird and not so weird things for reasons of happiness, sadness, frustration, because something is truly hilarious, or just because I feel like listening to music and having a good old bawl!
There’s a hashtag trending on Twitter at the moment that has given me so many actual belly laughs. #growingupwithmyname. It’s about the struggles some people have with their names.
My First 6 Months of Motherhood What an interesting ride! I remember being a week into motherhood, still in the hospital and just staring like a crazed stalker at my teeny tiny 6.5lb baby and not being able to see as far as the next hour, never mind the next day.
