The Perfect Slimming World Chips


Ok, a slightly more mundane post from me following yesterday’s diatribe….how to make the perfect Slimming World Chips!

I love Slimming World. I don’t follow it strictly (hence, I suspect, why I never lose any weight….). In fact, lately I’ve been semi-seriously following the 5:2 diet (more on that another day). However, on days when I’m not falling mightily off the wagon  fasting, I do try to stick to Slimming World-y type meals, just because I have about a million of the magazines and I’m all for eating gargantuan portions cutting calories where I can. Continue reading

When blogging feels like hard work


Well, I’ve had nearly a month’s hiatus from blogging, after only starting up for just as long prior. Not exactly a stellar beginning, is it?

I’d like to say I’ve been off doing something really useful and exciting; contributing to my community, running marathons, fundraising and spinning class and the like,  but obviously that would be utter bullshit. What I’ve actually been doing is this: working like a dog all day, getting home and scrambling to cook a meal and then wrestling a half feral pre-schooler in to bed over a period of several hours. And then collapsing in front of the telly.

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Why Mother’s Day Matters

imageI attempted to nip out to the shops this afternoon; except there was no nipping to be done. I queued at a blocked roundabout for around 10 minutes, and then queued for another 10 minutes trying to get into the Sainsbury’s car park, and then treated myself to a little more queuing at the till. It was absolutely bloody crazy, much more so than the usual Saturday afternoon madness. Why? Mother’s Day, obviously. I have never seen so many people with flowers in my life. This far eclipsed the scale of hurried men with cards and chocolates I’d noticed on a similar shopping trip on Valentine’s day. The world and his wife were out today to make sure mum feels special tomorrow.  Continue reading

Nag Your Mothers: Three Cheers for Mammograms!

imageI was a little reluctant to write this post just now seeing as a) it’s not Breast Cancer awareness week or similar b) I didn’t want to come across all patronising. However, with Mother’s Day approaching, I’m finding it hard to focus on the usual flowers and chocolate business this year and my mind keeps ticking over with thoughts about this year could have turned out so differently for my own mum.

My mum is 64 and generally keeps pretty fit and well. She lives alone, sorts herself out, and gets on with things. She’s a pretty glam grannie. We’ve no history of any major illness in the family or any cause for concern. She is, however, more than a little flaky when it comes to matters of her health. She’s old school, the sort of “it’ll be right in the morning” type whose primary concern with regards to all things medical appears to be not to bother the doctor.  Continue reading

In Praise of Avocado Oil: DIY Hair & Beauty Gold


Seriously, this stuff is just brilliant. If you’ve got dry skin and/or hair, you need this in your life.

It’s only recently that I’ve been interested in DIY/’natural’ type hair and beauty products, and it’s not for the usual reasons you’d expect. I’m not exactly the crunchy mummy type. I’m usually too lazy to sort out the recycling and I tend to glaze over when people start talking to me about ‘clean living’. What I do like, however, is stuff that really works, and I don’t like paying a fortune for it either.  Continue reading

M’s ‘Rubbish’ Painting: Major Mummy Lightbulb Moment


Recently, I had something of a lightbulb parenting moment. As if there isn’t enough to feel guilty about, or worry about how you must be screwing up your kids, or not a good enough parent…..but this one has really stuck with me.

My husband and I were driving my daughter (hereafter referred to as ‘M’) to her dance class (late, obviously) when I absent-mindedly asked her whether she wanted to do some painting or colouring later this afternoon. Her reply: “No mummy. I don’t want to colour or paint anymore. I’m rubbish at colouring and painting”.

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Seriously Tasty Skinny Berry Muffins


First of all, I just want to point out that despite the fact that I have only published 6 posts so far and 2 of them are about muffins, I am not actually obsessed with muffins. I think I’ve baked more muffins in the past two weeks than I have in my entire life. It’s just the way it worked out.

But muffins are a pretty awesome treat; I can’t go out for coffee without ordering one (I suspect this is why my diets never work out). Whilst I normally do go for the ‘skinny muffin’ option, even they tend to pack 300 calories plus per muffin. It’s just not cricket.  Continue reading

Incredible DIY hair mask for very poorly hair


Battering hair is one subject where I truly excel. I haven’t seen my natural hair colour since I was 12; my teen years were spent rocking the colour spectrum with everything from white to pink to black (and back again). Now that I am an actual real live grown up it’s mostly just blonde, but I can never make my mind up whether highlights or a full head block colour is the way forward. I also sport a natural wave which makes me look like I’ve stuck my finger in a light socket if I don’t do anything with it, so I hammer it with GHD’s daily.  This campaign of abuse has naturally taken its toll on my once ultra thick hair and it can now only be described as well and truly destroyed. Continue reading

Hurrah for Skinny Pancakes!


If you’re anything like me, when it comes to that most special of holidays, Shrove Tuesday Pancake day, you just can’t help yourself. Seriously. Pancakes are bloody amazing; I could eat my body weight in these. Given that I am barely still holding firm to my New Year’s Resolutions concerning all things food, clearly I needed an alternative for this most sacred of days. Continue reading

Distressing furniture for (utter) dummies: a guest blog article

My lovely friend Elena gave me the chance to write something for her fab lifestyle blog . I took the opportunity to have a little ramble about my experience tarting up some old furniture in the oh-so-trendy “shabby chic” (cough, cough) style; a good sort of hobby for me, largely because you don’t need to be particularly good at it.

You can read the article here.

(Forgive the dodgy pics, won’t you? First attempt and all that)