I'm honoured to have the super celebrated and fabulous fashion blogger Cara Gray of Uptown Twirl guest post about the power of fashion in film.
I was born and bred a Catholic. Growing up in West Ireland to an Irish Mother whose own family stemmed from a deeply religious background it was inevitable I would follow the same path. Admiration, of course, to my parents for continuing not only this upbringing when we moved to England, but in also making the effort (because as I have since found out it IS an effort) for my sisters and I, to be schooled in Catholic schools.
Loving the lovely Vicki for giving me the opportunity to change my blogging style with this post for her Blogging Carnival - thanks Gorgeous Greek Goddess!
When Caleb was born, Sophie was 11 and babies were just about the best thing ever. Nothing she could do to help was never too much trouble. The age gap hadn't really crossed my mind when I fell pregnant and the fact I still had a child at junior school may have contributed to that. Initially all seemed fine..
My name is Hazel Davis and I’m not particularly close to my mother. There. I said it. As a female adult it’s not an easy position to be in.
I don’t know how it happened. Once, I was able to leave the house for a loaf of bread without having to give thirty minutes notice. I could even make it back again with time to spare before Eastenders started. These days, events like this take so much preparation and fore-warning that I would rather go without toast and opt for an easier life all round.
You have lofty ideals about what you will and won't do with your imaginary children. Then the reality of parenthood nappy-slaps you off that pedestal. Things I promised my pre-baby self I'd never do:
Resist at your peril, social media is on the RISE, Facebook has “800 million active users, 50% of whom pop in on any given day”.
Amsterdam, the city that never sleeps, the city of sin, well that is, if the large droves of uncouth British men flocking to the city for a ‘stag do’, are anything to go by. Women behind windows in the infamous red light district posing for passers by like meat on sticks, weed pouring out of every cafe that is supposed to sell ‘coffee.’
When Honest Mum asked me to do a guest post I was delighted. She’s a cool chick who loves beautiful things just as much as I do, so how could I refuse. And since I’m holidaying in my homeland of India, I thought I would share some goodies from here. I’ve come across lots of lovely kiddy stuff that I could bring you but I’ve decided to share my absolute favourite Indian store called Good Earth,
Growing up, my Mum always worked. Primarily in offices working as a secretary, but there were times, when we were younger, when she worked in the fields during the holidays. She picked fruit and vegetables, and, come rain or shine, we would go along with her. Childcare options were few and far between.
Well today's my birthday and I hit 31. Not quite as glam and glossy as the big 30 but I've so far celebrated in style anyhow.
It's just my opinion but I've experienced a lot of 'over sharing' of late on various social networking sites.
Thrillaxing. What am I on about? Holidaying that's what. A holiday that's so thrilling, it's relaxing. 64% of UK travellers think 'thrillaxing' is the best route to a relaxing holiday according to new research. Still not sure what I mean?
Ahhh...the detox! I first did Carol Vorderman's famous detox diet when I was 21, it was all the rage back then and everyone was doing it. And yes my skin radiated like I was, erm, 21 (BECAUSE I WAS) and yes, I had boundless energy and could party all night long but that's probably because you've guessed it, I was 21.
It’s been let me see, at least 2 WHOLE weeks since I’ve attended a Big Fat Greek Wedding, Christening, Engagement party or family birthday and I’m missing it. Madly. It’s not just the food, drink and Greek dancing, it’s all of the below. The energy, the madness, the laught
I filmed the programme below a few years ago for BBC2's Blast (targeted at young people) but have recently been receiving quite a lot of emails from people keen to start writing/getting into tv so thought it might inspire everyone, not just the young un's. The BBC have put a shorter version online and yes there is no government funding for shorts anymore but hope the rest is useful...
My Big Humongous Greek family consists of many Aunties but recently two of my favourite ones (you see what I did there?- baclava guaranteed for life now), visited us for a few days and we literally pissed ourselves laughing. Tena lady anyone?