On CottageCore, Hygge and Bohemia On CottageCore, Hygge and Bohemia
I’ve been trying to puzzle something out. I have joined groups and scoured hashtags in my efforts to understand, and honestly, I’m still bewildered because it seems to…
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Housekeeper’s Knee Housekeeper’s Knee
Well now, one minute you are climbing out the shower minding your own business and the next the bathmat has scarpered and you have nearly split yourself in…
Housekeeper’s Diary Housekeeper’s Diary
Hmm now let’s see: a beautiful Indian Summer’s day? Check. An abundance of vegetables harvested from our teeny little vegetable patch? Check. Naughty nobody’s cat still invading the…
On A Future of Sorts On A Future of Sorts
Well now, let’s be honest, we are neither hither or thither are we? One must forgive a person for feeling a tad discombobulated when even the powers that…
The Tizz The Tizz
I got myself in the most terrible tizz this weekend. Just inside my head, you understand? I wasn’t throwing plates, trolling strangers on social media or evicting the…
Operation Resume Operation Resume
It is time. I really think it maybe time. I don’t think I want it to be, but I do believe it may be time to pick up…
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Notes From Isolation Notes From Isolation
I keep waking up with my arms folded across my chest, like a stern, disappointed headmistress and for a moment I forget that the world is standing on…
Earning Our Lives Earning Our Lives
I had a thought today. Or perhaps more a joining of the dots than a thought? A kind of awakening where before there was only drowsy acceptance that…
Housekeeper’s Diary Housekeeper’s Diary
My washing machine heard a rumour, just before Christmas, that washing machines of its ilk were setting themselves on fire and so being an obedient little thing, she…
An Imperfect Christmas An Imperfect Christmas
Oh December, you really have been the most obstructive of Mistresses! Between the engine going kaput in the car, the miserable black fingers of rising damp crawling through…
An Interview With Sarah Ban Breathnach An Interview With Sarah Ban Breathnach
Sarah Ban Breathnach Courtesy of Brigitte Lacombe To have the joy of reading a revised edition of Simple Abundance for the women we are today was, for me,…
The Life Audit The Life Audit
It’s been ever such a long time since I did a public Life Audit (though it remains a mainstay of my private journaling practise). And so here it…
The Jumble Bag The Jumble Bag
Once upon a time it was commonplace around these parts to keep a bag at hand in which all those things destined for the church “jumble-sale” would be…
The Pink Caravan Lady The Pink Caravan Lady
I am stalking a lady with auburn hair. Not literally. I’m not prowling around her garden or trailing her around the supermarket. I’m not that weird. I’m simply…
Fallow Season Fallow Season
You have astonished me with your kindness. Your patience. Your loyalty. And above all the gentle advice so many of you have dropped into my inbox. Advice I…
Anne and I: A Month On Anne and I: A Month On
And so a month has gone by. A month that began with arms full of hope and ended with the horror of the man I love hurting himself…
The Curse of the Perfectionist The Curse of the Perfectionist
Hmm. Two conversations. Both with men. Not necessarily rational themselves but at least willing to offer opinion where it has almost certainly not been invited. The first with…
Uncomfortable Spaces Uncomfortable Spaces
One of the things I have become most aware of recently is how very willing I have been to exist in uncomfortable spaces, merely in order to maintain…
The Facebook Conundrum The Facebook Conundrum
Realisation rarely happens in a flash. No, more often it is a creeping thing. A sense of discomfort we choose to ignore. A weight we barely notice we…