Decisions, decisions

mens-style-guide2Despite the many advances we seem to have made when it comes to equality, why do I sometimes still feel that if you’ve got a cock and balls, you’re king of the f**cking world. Apologies for the profanity but my soapbox is looking a little grubby at the moment, owing to the amount of shit I’ve had thrown at me from aforementioned ‘kings of the world’.
I’m not a fist in the air feminist. To be honest I’m quite happy with the general balance of things and do think that people should relax a little and accept that men and women were born with different bits and different capabilities and so why should they not play to their gender specific strengths when it’s called for. Likewise though, we’re lucky enough to be able to make 21st century choices so whilst women might naturally be more nurturing it doesn’t mean we can’t climb the corporate ladder in-case of some sort of sexism induced vertigo. Continue reading


Me, Myself & I Do

331346_224139037637997_110263242358911_656852_7982484_o[1]Last year, along with about 250,000 other people, I got married. After 15 months of planning, weeks worth of trips to Hobbycraft, days of decision making & several hours of arguments, it genuinely was the best day of my life. Yes, yes, I know that’s schmaltzy & predictable but it’s true, hand on soppy heart. The reason though, was not because I married my childhood sweetheart or had a big princess dress or spent the day in a champagne fuelled ecstasy, it was the entirely unschmaltzy fact that I had absolutely everything exactly how I (and my-now-husband of course) wanted it. Which, in some subconscious part of my mind, feels controversial & maybe even just a tiny bit arrogant, but should it? Continue reading

You know that saying…

…the one about swans looking all serene but paddling like mad underneath. That’s me. Maybe not the beautiful one at the front, more likely the one lagging behind, but nevertheless I’m working my absolute arse off just trying to stay afloat, to keep some balance and still somehow everyone around me thinks I’ve got it so together, so sewn up when all I want to do sometimes is fall apart. Continue reading