So you may have already seen my post about the gorgeous Goldwyn dress by Unique Vintage. If not, you can catch up on it here. The other dress that I had seen a lot of over the Festive period on such wonderful ladies as Leanda (a bad ass body posi coach) of ‘Just Eat…

For me, the festive period was a quiet one. We didn’t have raucous parties or drunken shenanigans. We ate too much, we played board games and we chilled out as literally all of the family were exhausted from the run up to Christmas with long work hours and University. We spent time in our…

What qualifies as a Festive Failure? The turkey going dry? Forgetting the Brandy Butter? Missing sending a Christmas card to Great Great Auntie (thrice removed) Gertrude? No, for me it is failing to communicate with the people that mean such a lot to me. My family, friends and readers. I am not writing this…

This Christmas , Work was slightly different. We had a new boss who was a lot more amenable to changes. Being the supervisor of 18 people I asked if it was possible to have a dress down/up day for charity. To my surprise he not only agreed but said we could do it over…

Growing up I often felt like a foundling. Someone who was deposited under the gooseberry bush by a Stork, But why did I feel like this? What made me feel so different to my family? Well, on previous blogs I have mentioned that my family are affected by a genetic illness called Fragile X.…