Mild adventurer. Prolific daydreamer. Always authentic.
Dear Diary


I’ve been AWOL from this blogging lark.
I’ve been busy doing all sorts and pretty busy doing not so much.
I’ve been busy changing jobs, busy holidaying in the UK with my husband, busy having naps, busy colouring in and busy half reading novels.

Actually I’ve been…. straight up lazy with my writing. I’m not going to lie.

I’ve been meaning to write something, you know, something ground breaking and amazing but I’ve been a little stumped. Perhaps I’m just out of awesomeness or perhaps I have so many great ideas (great according to me) but I don’t know where to start.


Following Constance Hall on Facebook recently I’ve developed a love for sharp-witted honesty and wondering if I can do the same. Big Talk rather than Small Talk; you know, meaningful conversations or semi satirical rants on issues  that stretch beyond lipsticks, fashion and celebrity bullshit. I often wonder if I can be that real and authentic without offending or without caring about offending.

Lately it feels a little like everyone is fussing over people pleasing and creating inaccurate portrayals of their lives… it’s all warped Fitspo (Fitness Inspiration), clean eating and OOTD (Outfit Of The Day) posts but nobody wants to mention the things that matter.  Nobody wants to talk about anything beyond “first world problems”.


I’m trying to be more authentic, less of what people would like me to be, and generally be just more me. It’s hard being yourself sometimes, but it’s equally hard keeping up the act of being someone else. I’m not really a latest fashion… on trend kinda gal. I’m more op-shop chic with a hint of mismatchedness. I don’t do shiny clothes, studs or bling. I do tartan, floral and modest hemlines.

A well-meaning friend told me recently what I needed to do … but instead of engaging in the conversation and determining what this insight was based on, and setting the story straight, I simply became a “yes man” and nodded in aggreeance. I didn’t wade into a conversation about my own life to correct someone or understand better what they were basing this advice on. I simply nodded and agreed the advice was helpful. Which isn’t wasn’t really.

I’ve also been working my way through the book The Life Changing Magic of Not Giving a F#ck a practical piss-take of Marie Kondo’s Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up; it’s a helpful and swear word packed guide to letting go of the things that aren’t important to you (without being an arsehole). I’m not normally one for finishing self-help books but this one was brilliant, and hilarious!!  If you’re going to launch into the world of self-help books this is one worth trying. I’ve written a wee review which you can check out here


Anyway it’s the Sunday, I need to mentally prepare for the week ahead and half read another novel, colour in a wee bit and at least look like I did some chores.