If you’ve been keeping up with me, you know that since moving to our own house I get to share my lengthier morning and evening commutes with Hawkeye to get him to creche before heading on to work and then picking him back up again. In the mornings, if I am not cycling, this happens…
Exactly one year ago, on 4 January 2017, I was sitting on a bus on my way into the city centre to a pub where friends of hours were celebrating their wedding, which had taken place earlier that day in a small ceremony. I had to convince myself to get dressed up and make the…
This whole insane blog project began with an innocuous 100 day photo challenge on instagram. When that wasn’t enough for me, I embarked on a blog and signed myself up for the self-appointed challenge of writing or posting something daily for 365 days. And now… what’s left is the mirror image of where it all…
This post is a short self-reflective pause. A public service announcement, if you will. I have enjoyed blogging massively so far. Some days are a struggle, other days I have trouble stopping writing. I definitely want to continue. However, posting daily is a huge time commitment that I really can’t afford. I have other projects…
A while back, before this blog began, I posted about a trip to IKEA for day #94 of the original #100happydays challenge. The shopping trip was a part of a big reorganisation of a section of our living room to create more shelving and storage space and essentially partition the room into two distinct areas:…
Today’s top achievement was achieved before 9am even rolled around, which is quite an accomplishment for someone who is not a morning person. And the said achievement is: kicking. I don’t mean that metaphorically, as in “kicking it old school” or “kicking the habit” or “kicking to touch”. I mean it in the literal sense…
The Feathered Rose 