My Best Life

50 Shades of Dodgy Haircuts Years ago, I had a great hairdresser. She knew my hair better than I did. Then one day she sold up and moved on, taking her great hair cutting skills and a small piece of my spirit with her. Since then, I’ve been on a decades-long quest for a decent…

Birthday. Age: 50 (HOW). Biscuits consumed: celebratory. Emotional stability: holding, just. Woke up this morning officially fifty. FIFTY. Half a century. A solid, respectable age at which one should, theoretically, own matching towels (I do, actually) and understand how pensions work (I have a vague knowledge). Instead, found myself sitting on the edge of the…

I’ve been manifesting since I was small. Back then, I didn’t know it was manifesting — I just assumed I had supernatural powers and was one dramatic motion away from summoning a dragon. To me, manifesting is basically wanting something so intensely that the universe eventually caves in like, “Fine, take it, just stop staring…

It’s a beautiful spa-like space, but not really. My bathroom is not one of my favourite rooms in the house. Since we move into this house some years ago, the bathroom is the one room we haven’t made improvements to. Don’t get me wrong, it’s clean and functional. It’s just not to my taste and…

Authors note: This post is about Mental Health.  I am not giving advice nor am I telling you what to do and nor am I suggesting that you should do things a certain way.  This is my experience. I won’t share with you the actual events, only how I deal with the Devil. First up…

Spare ‘Oom or War Drobe – You Decide Ah Yes. The spare room. A bijou space where I can sit quietly on a large pink velvet chair, engrossed in a book, sipping a large cup of Earl Grey on a sunny Sunday morning as my husband potters about the kitchen making bacon sarnies for breakfast…