The weirdest part about having children is the pull. You are so torn between wanting your children to be little forever and desperately wanting to fast-forward to see the adult they will become. Pleading to get through a horrible phase as quickly and unscathed as possible, yet desperately sad as your baby disappears before your […]Read More Hit the pause button
At the tender age of 30 I became a school mum, no longer smug booking term time holidays at bargain prices. I’d heard so many horror stories about the dreaded school gate. A year in, what would I tell myself? BBC’s Motherland, a comedy based around a group of school mums is actually quite depressing […]Read More School mum
I am working on a piece for my portfolio on the topic of Instagram v reality and thought I would blog about it too from my cheese induced coma, it’s been a while! This time of year is reflective, full of hope for a new year (and decade!) but equally full of sadness over those […]Read More Instagram V Reality
September used to mean shiny shoes to break in and a spangly new pencil case full of sharp pencils of promise and Berol handwriting pens, so much cooler with the click down lid and pocket slider, had to be blue not black. The smell of new books and the butterflies of self-doubt and trepidation for […]Read More September, guilt is in the air.