Another look inside the mind of a 6 year-old.
My dad found a box of my old stuff in the attic: here’s what was inside it…
A blast from the past.
31 Things About My Childhood That My Baby Will Never Experience
They were acceptable in the 80s and 90s, but wow, times have changed…
Embarrassing Extracts from My Teenage Diary
I’m thinking of burning my teenage diary. You’ll know why when you read it…
The Diary of a Failed Jedi, Age 6 – 7 | Part 1
A look inside the mind of a 6 year-old.
My Style Evolution | Before the blog
In yesterday’s post I talked a bit (OK, a LOT) about how, before I started blogging, it didn’t really occur to me to take photos of my outfits – a fact I’m sure had many of you crying yourselves to sleep last night, don’t lie. That fascinating observation got me thinking …
Throwback Thursday | When I Was Brave
HEN I WAS A CHILD, I WAS SO MUCH BRAVER THAN I AM NOW. Actually, that’s not quite true: I wasn’t even remotely brave. I really wanted to be, though, so I would frequently push myself to do the things that scared me, just to prove to myself that I could. …
Artax! Artax!
After writing yesterday’s post, in which I talked at length about that one time a horse died in NeverEnding Story, and it pretty much destroyed my childhood, I suddenly remembered an old photo I happened to pick up when I was visiting my parents a few months ago. Luckily for you, …
How The NeverEnding Story Ruined My Childhood
When I was a little girl, my class was one day ushered into our school’s TV Room, and invited to sit down and watch the movie The NeverEnding Story. (I’m assuming it was the end of term or something when this happened. I’ll be honest, my school wasn’t exactly top of …
35 Things We Learned from The Famous Five
When I was a child, I was addicted to The Famous Five books, by Enid Blyton. To this day, I cannot drink ginger beer or explore a network of secret underground passages without thinking about good old Julian, Dick, George, Anne and Timmy the dog. I loved Enid Blyton’s other books, …
Do you remember…?
This weekend I started going back through my blog archive, for boring technical reasons which I actually DID start to write down here, but then deleted, because seriously, WHO CARES? Anyway, I discovered two things from this exercise: 1) My photos used to be really bad. Like, REALLY bad. Like, “here …
Stupid Things I Thought When I Was Young
Did you know that God’s real name is Harold, for instance?
The Observer’s Book of Horses, Revisited
Because one imaginary pony just wasn’t enough for me…