You know how I'm always going on and on about my love of sewing. Oh no, wait, for a minute there I got confused and thought I was Kirstie Allsopp. In fact, in more than two years of blogging, I've only mentioned the subject once - and that was to confirm that my brief dalliance with … Continue reading A Rubbish Sewer’s Guide to Parenting.
Twenty hours of labour with a 10lb 3oz baby the wrong way round and clearly stuck with just a Paracetamol for pain relief? No problem. You want to inject local anesthetic several times just a millimetre from my eye? I won't even flinch. A painless MRI scan? I'll hyperventilate and then cry like you've just told … Continue reading January 2016 – where my wussiness reaches new levels.
Standing at the sink doing the mountain of washing up (valuable insight into my glamorous life there), I was thinking about what to write to mark Freya's second birthday. The trouble was, every sentence that popped into my head sounded clichéd - and while I actually don't know how she can be two already and she is … Continue reading A recipe for free-from birthday cake (…and maybe motherhood).
I'm pretty sure my mum was one of those mothers. You'll know the ones I mean in a moment. I was talking to her about comparing Freya with other children and worrying that she wasn't doing this or that, then feeling guilty that I probably wasn't doing enough of this or that with her to aid her development. … Continue reading “Mummy guilt” – can we blame social media?