Zumba: The one wear I hang bells on my backside….
Yesterday marked a return to the fitness regime that started in April and ended in May on a beach in Portugal. With the marathon staring at me from seven months …
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Creaming my brows not waxing my tash
It is not like I am not used to feeling embarrassment flood into my cheeks leaving a red stain. But being used to something is not quite the same as …
A death in the family
Death decrees a modicum of respect, tears are expected to fall, grief is normal. Colour has replaced black at funerals but still a brightly coloured dress cannot mask the wearers’ …
Extended Breastfeeding: Time to give up?
Lord knows I am trying to give up, it is just not as easy as it looks. She loves it, I love it, but I think it is time to …
The one where I get sprayed…..
So in my quest for eternal beauty I decided to treat my milk bottle body to a once over, to a splash of colour that didn’t originate from crayola. I …