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Perfectly Imperfect Posses

All this talk of girl squads has everyone reaching for their ‘goals’ hashtag, frantically pursuing the type of affection only TayTay + Co. can offer, i.e. the blingy, mutual (public) appreciation, big-upping girl love that to be truly expressed must only happen on Instagram / Snapchat / E! News – all the glossy stuff, none […]

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From The Mouths of Babes…

Last year my annual resolution was to have more fun or HAVE.MORE.FUN! as was adopted by way of repeated chat following the chime of midnight that welcomed 2013 (and for a fair few hours beyond). I feel satisfied that I managed to be both mindful of my resolve and active in its pursuit. Not the […]

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Farewell To A Lady

I jumped in to the back seat of my parents’ car, greeted by Papa in the driver’s seat and Mama in the passenger. First born sister was in the back observing me expectantly. ‘Do YOU know where we’re going?’ I smiled in response. ‘You DO know where we’re going!’ In March, First Born Sister turned […]

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Long Time

There are friends I haven’t seen in a long time. There are places I haven’t been in a long time. There are activities I haven’t done in a long time. And there are ways I haven’t felt in a long time. I think it’s easy to get distracted in life and let yourself get swept […]

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Spain, Lent and Tim Burton

Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do, I have a perfect puzzle for you … My friend, The Chirpiest Music Lover, is shortly joining Level 3 (referring to her age rather than a computer game)… at last! Being the generous soul that she is and having clearly considered her friends vitamin D / R&R needs, she moved herself, her lovely […]

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The Joy of Vintage

From the minute the door of the musky shop rings to welcome me in, all of my senses become engaged: the beautiful whiff of mothballs up my nostrils, the first glimpse of the treasures calling out to be discovered, the sound of the shopkeeper’s hands rubbing together in glee at the sight of muggins enthusiastically entering the store […]

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