Prada to Primark

I was aware I had stopped listening, that I was looking – possibly staring – enviously at the woman on the next table. She was super stylish, she seemed confident and comfortable in her own skin, as she sipped her glass of champagne. But what I was most taken with was her Harvey Nichols bag. I don’t think I was actually dribbling, but I may as well have been.

We were in a swanky restaurant in Leeds celebrating my husband’s birthday. A place I would have loved Continue reading

What can YOU celebrate today?

Hey my lovelies

I have a guest post today at the Chrysalis Effect Recovery Programme on my latest progress. Girl’s gotta celebrate right…

Hope you are having a wonderful Tuesday…xx

Home Alone

It’s been a strange couple of weeks. I think I have operated as two people, two people who couldn’t be more different, two people who don’t seem to belong together. One of them has had a wonderful time, whilst the other, well, not so much.

Some of you will know I have dabbled with Reiki recently – this is part of my continued ‘nail complete recovery’ package. Whilst it is true that I am better than I was, which of course, is fantastic, I am not able to do as much as a normal person, if indeed there is such a thing as normal. But I do I aspire to be as healthy and well as I can be, and for this I still have work to do. Continue reading

Putting myself about

I sat back and took a sip of chilled Sauvignon Blanc and smiled at my best friend. I knew we were both having the same thought: this is our most precious time of the week (sorry Husbands), Karen and Emma time. The time when the world stands still, the time when we share our inner most thoughts – often evil ones, the time when we laugh so loud people stare, the time when we talk about serious stuff, the time when we talk about nonsense. (A time my husband considers as therapeutic – and invariably less expensive! – as any of the ‘treatments’ I indulge in.)

We catch up on each other’s lives, craving delicious detail after not seeing each other for three weeks (a time span we both consider far too long; and a time span that puts our emotional health at risk: confirmed with the sharing of two melt-downs – one each). Continue reading