Oh hey there! How’ve you been? The months have flown by and I’m finding my way back to whatever normal even looks like any more. So I thought this Spring outfit post with Very was a good chance to pop in for a catch up. On health, on life, on blogging and on my new
Hi! Sorry. I was asleep last week again! Fatigue has been one of my biggest struggles with my recovery and treatment so far, I keep waiting for it to pass after the transplant, but so far it hasn’t. It seems fatigue can also be a side effect of my maintenance treatment. So it might be
If you’re a regular reader you will know that I have always been one to celebrate the opening of an envelope and believe that every day is special. It didn’t take cancer to teach me that. The other thing, that cancer did give me, is an urgent need to update my wardrobe. Having been within
This post has been a long time coming! My partnership with Artelac actually started around the same time as lockdown, but then, you know the apocalypse happened and getting to this point took a loooong time. However, that does mean that there’s a good 3 months of experience behind the review you’re about to read,
Ah Summer, how I both love and hate you. I love warm summer evenings sat outside and that it stays light so late. I don’t love sweaty Summer skin when all your make-up slides off your face. I’ve rocked a vintage make-up look now for many years. I like matte skin, liquid liner and deep
It’s been an interesting week in the world of body politics. I’d been idly pondering a post like this for a while. Partly based on this article on Girls Gone Strong about the pressure to be “picture perfect” as a Personal Trainer. It made me think about my own feelings about becoming a Personal Trainer
Ah, the gym. I love how you make me feel stronger and mean I can take boxes off delivery drivers with one hand after they’ve warned me how heavy it is. I don’t always love those days when I went a bit hard after a bit of a break, or just really pushed it and
Last Friday night the Christmas Markets opened in Norwich. In those little wooden huts, all decorated with wreaths and sparkly lights, they look super festive at night and sell a selection of Christmas gifts and yummy foods as well as boasting a small but perfectly formed “tavern” selling mulled wine and cider. On opening night
It’s cold and it’s grey outside, but at the moment I feel more motivated than I have in a while. I’m finding it hard to put my finger on what went wrong with this year. It’s not been a bad year, many good things have happened. I’ve just felt an overall feeling of stress and