Spring is all about movement: springing forward, and springing up; new life, new beginnings, moving on, growth, freshness. Even its synonyms are mobile: elasticity, bounce, hop, bound. It’s ironic, then, that this year's spring is defined by stillness.
One of my favourite things to discover is the origin of a word or phrase we use every day.
Autumn has well and truly arrived. The rain has been almost relentless over the last week, the skies are perpetually grey, and all of a sudden the pavements are darker and damper and coated in leaves.
It's hard to keep positive when you feel like you're 'failing', and supposed successes surround you at every swipe.
When Dear Damsels asked us to submit pieces on the theme of 'Growth', the first thing that sprung to mind was one of the biggest lessons I've learned with age. It's hard to get your head around the fact that people don't really care about what you're doing, or what you're wearing, as much as … Continue reading Poem | Nobody Cares
There are so many adverts around these days that empower women; shampoo commercials that feature boxing; tampon adverts that show carefree women cycling in bright white shorts; This Girl Can. What makes me chuckle, however, is how women are sometimes described; the words that are chosen to advertise these things.
It's a funny thing, opening the door to be face-to-breast with a completely naked stranger.
My thighs seem to have sparked a summer fling and are inseparable, bringing with them another seasonal problem.
I've been to a fair few weddings this year, and invitations are already rolling in for 2020; so here's a short, simple and sweet poem inspired by those who are Just Married.
I miss stepping away from the screen, getting my hands messy, and thinking about what things look like, rather than sound like. So when local artist Bex Willis invited me along to experiment with a completely new (to me!) style of art at one of her Cyanotype Workshops, I couldn't RSVP quick enough!