I take hundreds of photos every month, and most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. And yet the moments in time that those photos capture are just as important a part of our story as the other images that I do choose to share. I created this blog as a way…
I only decided halfway through today, a bank holiday Saturday, that I wanted to document it. I don’t know what inspired me. I just suddenly had a gut-wrenching urge to capture ‘us’. All of us. The good and the not-so-good. There was nothing special about today – it’s just been an ordinary day. A day of me…
I take hundreds of photos every month, and most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. And yet the moments in time that those photos capture are just as important a part of our story as the other images that I do choose to share. I created this blog as a way…
When I first found out that I was expecting Ella, one April morning almost eleven years ago now, I knew that I would want to remember everything. I knew that if I didn’t record it, all the details would eventually fade over time. I also knew that I would be devastated if that happened. And so I…
On the only sunny day we had in half term we were waiting for a friend to arrive for a playdate. There was some beautiful sunlight streaming in through the windows (somehow managing to pierce through eight years worth of grubby handprints!) and Lola was dancing. This girl loves to twirl. She will only wear skirts or dresses…
I take hundreds of photos every month, and most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. And yet the moments in time that those photos capture are just as important a part of our story as the other images that I do choose to share. I created this blog as a way…
I take hundreds of photos every month, and most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. And yet the moments in time that those photos capture are just as important a part of our story as the other images that I do choose to share. I created this blog as a way…
I remember as a child I was desperate to grow up. I wanted more independence than I was allowed – I begged to be permitted to go on the bus to our local town centre instead of being dropped off by my Mum in the car and I wanted my ears pierced far earlier than the strict…
On 1st January last year we started a Happy Jar. We’d tried before in years gone by and never really made it past more than a couple of weeks before forgetting all about it, but this time I was absolutely determined to keep it going for the whole year. And so, as the months sped past, any time any…
Twenty sixteen has been a tough year for many. It’s also been an awesome year for many. To be fair, I think most years are both tough and awesome one way or another, with a whole lot of ordinary, mediocre stuff in between. It would be a very rare thing to come across someone who had…