I’ve rounded up another summary of all that jazz that has brought joy into my wag life over the past month. So this September I have mostly been…
Making the choice to look after my husband is as strong a feminist move as any bra burning shenanigans – it takes a strong woman to exercise that choice power when going against the grain.
TW. Bariatric surgery is not a decision I’ve made lightly & I’ve made it known to all the counselors / dietitians / exercise instructors I’ve met so far that I’m happy in my own skin & I will always support the plus world. So why am I scared of the plus world shunning me?
The live action Little Mermaid will be an immense remake that I’ll instantly love. But, really, how do I feel about a black Ariel? And why?
Why, in a world with an ever opening mind, is it socially acceptable to hold certain prejudices?
You might have seen some of the handiwork of the self love wonder that is The 88 & Friends but who, what & why are they?
If you’ve seen my Crater looking sleepy at a wrestling show, it’s my fault for keeping him up all night… With my snoring that we never realised was a life-threatening side effect of being a fat lass.
For years I’ve dreaded the “where do you see yourself in five years time?” questions because until he put a ring on it, I didn’t have a clue. Now I know exactly what I want.
I’m an absolute stress head, so you’d think that wedding planning would be my worst nightmare. But you’d be wrong. Here are my tried & tested life hacks for a stress free wedding.
We lived our champagne wedding on a lemonade budget, & there’s nothing stopping you doing the same with a bit of patience & a lot of nice.
The second post in my Wedded Bliss series pays homage to the ridiculously talented crafter companies that helped us have our wedding our way.
The first in this series is an ode to individuality. Although still a conventional English white wedding, we scrapped some of the standard traditions because they said nothing about us.