the end was just the beginning
So I put myself out there a bit this week on the iVillage Facebook page, and I got caned for it (just a teeny bit). I'm not really bothered. Controversy is good for business. But it does fascinates me to see what gets people agitated. Social media is so judgemental and snarky and mean. When... Continue Reading →
We celebrated my mum's 70th birthday last weekend and I decided to create a Southern feast inspired by my recent trip to Charleston, South Carolina. Eight hours later ... it was ready. Homemade lemonade? Check. Buffalo wings? Check. Blue cheese dressing? Check. Cornbread? Check. Meatloaf? Check. Mac n' cheese? Check. Mashed potatoes? Check. Salad? Check.... Continue Reading →
... And it's eating all the toilet paper. I swear, that has to be what's happening. Where's it all going otherwise? OK, OK, I know where it's going. Lavishly down the S-bend. After being extravagantly swiped across the precious fannies of my offspring. What is it with kids and toilet paper? Why do they need... Continue Reading →
After spotting a feature at BuzzFeed called 17 Crafts That Remind You of Your Grandma's House, I was swept away on a wave of nostalgia for the crafty delights that populated my Nan's place when I was growing up. Remember these ... 1. Granny square rugs My sister and I would spend the winter holidays... Continue Reading →
There's no discreet way to say this - the bunny ejaculated on Husband's leg on Monday night. He also ejaculated on my Sunday Life magazine, the newspaper and the Persian rug. Husband isn't fond of the bunny at the best of times, so he put his sticky foot down and insisted something be done. More... Continue Reading →
My 7-year-old has the most awesome teacher. Mrs L only decided to become a teacher in her late 40s and she's not long out of teacher's college, so she's still really jazzed by spending 6 hours every day with small children. At parent teacher night she greeted my husband and I with: "How lucky am... Continue Reading →
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at... Continue Reading →
It was all about the mums this weekend ... naturally! Well, with a few other little surprises thrown in. Enjoy. Shenae reckons black is the new white Shortly before announcing her separation from her husband last year, designer Vera Wang designed a heavily black wedding dress collection (oh dear). Rather than horrifying people, the trend... Continue Reading →
OK, so this is what's been going down since last Sunday ... I wrote my last daily Hollywood gossip column (sob!) at HouseGoesHome on Monday. It was called Keira Weds, Lindsay Locked Down, Charlie Sheen's Twins Removed From Ex. It was quite juicy (she says so herself) and included details such as Keira's frock was... Continue Reading →
And not because it's Clitoris Awareness Week. Truly, it is. Clitoraid, a Las Vegas-based group devoted to helping victims of female genital mutilation around the world, has organised it to celebrate the female body part. Actually, especially not because it's Clitoris Awareness Week. The whole point of Clitoris Awareness Week is to make women NOT feel dirty... Continue Reading →
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