When I started writing this blog 8 years ago, spending hours ruminating on my pregnancy piles and predilection to chew on flannels, I had no idea it would become my full-time job. But times have changed and so must I – this is what’s happening next.
I’ve been blogging since I was fifteen, which means I count my most long-running and meaningful relationship in my life to be with the internet. There’s proof still online: the Wayback machine has really basic iterations of my websites dating…
I don’t like being called a mummy blogger. There, I said it. I am so many things. A woman, a single parent, a businesswoman, a mummy, a cook, a gym-goer, a shoe-lover, a fan of books. So why aren’t I…
The blogging world is a weird one. It’s like school. It’s a bit cliquey sometimes, we all have the groups that we seem to slot in to and if you’re a new arrival it might take you a while to…
In the last few weeks I’ve noticed a trend in the world of parent blogging. Namecalling. Not between bloggers, but bloggers calling their children names. An arsehole, a wanker, a shit. We have a new wave of parent blogs ‘keeping it real’…
Blogger dining: with Katie, ailment Becky and Charlotte. Photo by Becky. Every time Monday morning comes around I want to kick myself. I swear I could be a kick-arse lifestyle blogger if only I had the wherewithal to take my…