Basic manners are so drilled into us as children. We’re taught when and where to say please and thank you hundreds of time a day. The result being that the words become automatic. We don’t think about them, or about…
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How to make a hydrangea wreath
This morning I made a beautiful hydrangea wreath with an embroidery hoop. It only took ten minutes. The last-minute project was born out of a really, really crappy morning. My six-year-old son is really anxious, depressed and generally all-round sad…
How to make friends when you’re new in town
I have to start all over again next week. We’re moving from North Cornwall to a village near Falmouth. I have one friend there and one potential friend. But I’m leaving most of my mates behind and, as we’re all…
The great unhoming of home
We’re all feeling uprooted at the moment. We’re living in a kind of limbo. Someday – hopefully soonish – we’ll be uprooting our family from our home in North Cornwall to a new house near Falmouth. The actual move still…
Eight truths about selling your house
We’ve just sold our house. It took eight days. I’m still in shock. We’ve just found a house to buy. That was even more nerve wracking. Our buyer is in a hurry to get the process started so we’ve had just…
Confessions of a houseplant virgin
Yesterday I bought my FIRST EVER houseplants. Here they are: three string of hearts and an ivy, having a drink in the kitchen before finding homes in amongst the clutter of our house. My husband’s first words (which I had…
The big reveal: hallway heaven (ish)
Last month you saw the utter hell that was our hallway. I hope it made you feel good. I hope it showed you there is always someone whose house is a lot worse than yours. That someone was me. Want…
31 apologies and 1 big thank you
I’ve always considered myself a good neighbour. The kind of neighbour that will take in your parcel for you, tell you if you’ve left your headlights on, or lend you that onion you need to make dinner. But this week…
You really have let yourself go
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Well here it is. The thing I’ve been ignoring for the last five sleep-deprived and utterly mental (good and bad) years of motherhood: My house needs some serious love. Home, you were beautiful when we…
Forget the she-shed, I’m hijacking the tree house
I don’t have a garden office – AKA ‘she-shed’ (yuk). But I wish I did. Having researched, read and written about them for various clients, I know that I really, really NEED one. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Look…
Festivals, friends and photos
Today we’re all recovering from our first family festival. It was a blast. We went to a small, friendly festy just two miles from our home on the beautiful Camel Estuary. And had a blissful two days and nights of…