Cat Sims, AKA Not So Smug Now, Is an honest-talking breath of Instagram fresh air whom I’ve admired online for a good long while. Writing about family life with two daughters and a musician husband, Jimmy, since 2014, Cat’s online presence has become a place of support and solidarity for her close-knit community of mothers.
There are so many things to say about the day I interviewed Asma Khan, founder of the Carnaby restaurant Darjeeling Express and the only Briton to have been featured on Netflix’s hit show ‘Chef’s Table’.
Stephanie Yeboah glows. Like, from the inside out she glows. Which is something I always think is the sign of a really lovely person: one who is totally down with double cleansing.
It has come to my attention that, despite being an actual fully-fledged grown up (I’m in my MID THIRTIES now, this must be adult territory?), I don’t actually know everything there is to know about everything.Which is a shame because when I was a kid I truly believed I’d arrived at some arbitrary age – say, 28 – and suddenly be filled with all the important life lessons I’d ever need.
One of the things that makes me proudest of Elfie is her voracious love of books and creativity when it comes to storytelling. I grew up devouring words and I think a love of the written word is something to cherish and encourage.
I’ve had to come to terms with the fact the things I want out of life won’t come immediately, but I am most definitely making baby steps on my journey while keeping my two little people alive and happy. And by god, if that’s not an achievement I don’t know what is.
I’m not traditionally a Christmas card kind of person. I’m all for sending the best of the seasons greetings but to be honest come 22nd December I’m kind of sick of glittery robins and nativity scenes. Here’s a great alternative.
Hands up who’s been feeling the cosmic funk recently? I most certainly am: from the sleepless nights to the anxiety over sod all (and, oh yes, the small matter of the summer holiday juggle), I have not had the easiest fortnight. And, though I know some might put this train of thought down to woo woo, I like to blame the Summer retrograde.