Hello Loves! I hope this post finds you safe, healthy and well? I will touch on how I have been, how I am… Me and mine… But first, an announcement!! You may have guessed from the title of this post but on a miserable day in late January 2021, I became a Tropic Ambassador. And I have to tell you… I really needed this leap of faith and new venture to bring me back to myself. There’s that quote isn’t there. One that I resonate with extremely well in my present moment of feeling empowered and rejuvenated as a woman. ‘She remembered who she was and the game changed’ I feel like I handled 2020 and the wrath of Covid-19 with an element of balance. I wouldn’t say with ease but within the tragedy and chaos of it all, my little family and I were okay. Still smiling, still hoping……

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I feel so very grateful and blessed that despite the uncertainty and the sadness that has been 2020, I still managed to continue my pumpkin picking tradition with my little country pumpkins again this year. It is one of those traditions that has come to mean so very much to me. When I became a single Mama, I spent a lot of those first months writing down and manifesting all of the cute, little things and the one day big things that I could do with my children. It was a focus, a positive means to moving forwards, onwards and up… and visiting the pumpkin patch annually was most definitely on the top of one of those lists somewhere in one of my diaries. It is a very ‘us’ thing. Muddy, outdoorsy, messy… fun!! And the colours, the photograph’s… that piece is me. We went on Saturday 24th October 2020……

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It was Monday the 31st of August 2020, a bank holiday here in the U.K. It was a beautiful day and my little team and I headed to The Sittingbourne & Kemsley Light Railway, to take a little steam train ride for a tiny while. We didn’t tell the kids where we were going. We just drove and thought that they may guess as we pulled into the car park and walked past the amazing art work painted on the crumbly, brick walls, surrounded by dark green foliage, that lead up to the track. But they didn’t have a clue until they could see the old, quirky and incredibly cute steam train in front of their eyes. We handed over our ticket and made our way to carriage B, seats B9. Each carriage was private so very Covid secure and no need for face masks which was a lovely break……

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Dear Ria, This letter has been a long time coming and what a better time for you to read it, when your life is hanging in the balance of a new decade. You are standing beautifully on the edge of many new chapters and without a doubt, new beginnings. I feel in the past year and a half, you have been waiting for something like this, to push you forwards, just a bit more than you have been pushing yourself. Something decisive, final. A change if you will. You are in desperate need of a revival. I know that it feels somewhat alien to you now, being in your space on the internet. Days, weeks and months at a time have passed you by without writing anything here. You feel like you don’t belong anymore, in this little corner of the internet that you once upon a time, named The…

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I’ve changed a lot in one year. I’ve undone myself completely. I’ve been stronger than I ever thought I could be. I’ve pulled courage out of my arse and gumption out of my ears and I’ve had to fight for this version of myself. This woman who wears vulnerability in her eyes but her savage flame of self worth as a crown. I’ve fucking earned it. I didn’t realise a year ago, how unlike me I had become. I had been putting everything into getting by, as life often forces us in to doing. Always putting myself last. Always giving everyone and everything else more value than my own pretty heart. Which I realise now, is actually very pretty. It’s warm and it always searches for goodness in everything. I still don’t know why I didn’t think I mattered that much. I don’t know why as a grown woman, I…

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