At Home With…Me

One of my reasons for starting this blog was to reignite some of the passions that I had pre-children. Ones that got pushed to the back-burner due to obvious reasons. Ones that I have more time for now that they are growing up. I’ve always had an interest in interiors, something that led me to completing a curtain-making course at night school some…

From Unloved Playroom to Cosy Snug

My mission to transform our unloved playroom into a cosy snug, is finally complete (bar the addition of a new sofa bed) so I thought I would share it with you. The part we haven’t quite agreed on yet, is the name. My sassy teenage daughters have decided that their uncool mother is forcing the term ‘snug’ so it’s currently up for discussion.…

5 Things That I Am Too Old For (but will be …

Confession: I am 45 years old and have no idea who I am any more. That got your attention didn’t it? Ok I’m exaggerating a little but somewhere in between teaching 3 children to poop on the toilet (instead of the floor) and getting them all successfully enrolled in secondary school, I’ve lost my way a little. I’m bored of wearing the school…

3 Hearty Winter Soups to Warm Your Cockles

Let’s just get one thing straight before we kick off…I am no domestic goddess. Phew, I just wanted to make sure that we’re all well aware of the facts and that I’m not misleading anyone. So why a post about ‘hearty winter soups’? I hear you ask. Well if there ever was a time that you needed something to warm you…

These Boots Were Made for….

[dropcap]W[/dropcap]alking…running…jumping…kicking in leaves. You name it, you can do anything in a pair of brown knee-high boots! I love boots. Full stop. I have ankle boots in black, brown and grey; some with a heel, some flat. I have calf-height biker boots in black (could definitely do with a brown pair), knee-length black boots for wearing with a skirt or sometimes…

Purge to Splurge – A Wardrobe Overhaul

[dropcap]C[/dropcap]rimson leaves, crisp mornings, and…dirty windows. Yes, it’s officially autumn, there’s no doubt about that. Remind me why all the windows suddenly look like something out of Hammer House of Horrors? I might not be keen on the extra cleaning required, but autumn is officially my favourite season; not least because I get to resurrect my cosy knits and ankle boots.…