While we’re housebound & avoiding the overwhelming negativity of social media, our saving grace that we should show our gratitude to is the arts; film, TV, YouTube, books, blogs, sports entertainment.
Imagine a Love Island of more than “beautiful people” living their best life in fully tanned & toned, accessible, cis gendered, heterosexual paradise in the diverse dream Casa Amour stay…
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.
It may seem a very specific thing that only fans or wags can relate to, the world of wrestling can teach us a few things about real life.
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.
Change for the better is great & with new year motivation, this is the best time to do it, but putting pressure on yourself just because it’s January is unnecessary.
I thought I was good at buying gifts but I’ve massively been put to shame; my quirky, sentimental wife presents have been trumped by handmade fan presents.
When I married my wrestlerman, that magic wand that transforms a single lady into a domestic goddess never waved over me, so I’m teaching myself how to wife & life.