When I fell pregnant everybody told me that I’d have no time for myself. That my leg hair would grow long and wiry that my face would be make up free, and dirty laundry would be piled up around my house unable to be dealt with. Their suggestions at my lack of life were then enhanced …
Friends. Now there’s a contentious issue. And I’m not talking about whether or not they were on a break. Nope, I’m talking about best friends, worst ‘friends’, real ones, pretend ones, the good, the bad and the ugly. Not to mention Facebook. Friends come in all different guises and it never fails to shock me …
I love beautiful things. I love cool things. I love shopping, and cooing over photographs of outfits, or even better stroking beautiful shoes. However, in case you hadn’t guessed, there aren’t enough hours in the day. If I’m not banging away on the laptop producing either articles, emails, or marketing materials I’m constantly clearing up …