On the spur of the moment, when I dropped DorkySon at nursery yesterday, I decided to go for a walk instead of going straight home. The light is so beautiful on these autumn mornings that it seems a shame to waste it.
Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera so these are just phone quality photos, but they still give a sense of what a lovely half hour I had ambling through the fields.
A few days ago I did a post over on the Blog4Charity site about my blogging friends Michelle and Jen who are currently in Ethiopia with the One Campaign.
Jen (who is a co-founder of BritMums) and Michelle (who blogs as Mummy from the Heart) have both been hugely supportive and encouraging in my short time as a blogger, and I’m really pleased that I can help tell their stories to a wider audience.
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Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night, I lie in bed and try to remember the exact layout of houses that I’ve lived in. I’ll imagine myself walking around them, picking out as many small details as I can.
There are four that I can remember with real clarity; the house on Harris where I spent all of my early childhood, my Grandpa’s house in Staffordshire, where I used to spend lots of holidays, the farmhouse in the Borders where I spent most of my teenage years, and the house in Edinburgh that I lived in until a year ago.
There are other places that I can remember a few details of. There was a white cottage on Lewis where I lived with my Mum for a year, and then a townhouse in the Borders where I also spent about year. And of course, there were several flats in Edinburgh where I lived as a student. But the memories of those places are a bit fuzzier.
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Given that I don’t live in Scotland OR in the States at the moment, I’m not sure that I can really justify wearing this t-shirt… But I’ll find a way!
I remember very vividly my first encounter with Lush. I was probably twelve or thirteen, walking along Princes St in Edinburgh with a friend, when suddenly I was hit by the most incredible smell.
“Wow,” I said. “What is that? It’s GORGEOUS.”
It was Lush.
We went and pressed our noses up against the window, lusting after the fizzy pink bath bombs and the slices of soap filled with funky shapes. It was every teenage girl’s dream, and it came as no surprise to me a few months ago to learn that my own niece – who is sixteen – now counts Lush among her favourite shops too. Ethical companies selling quality products will always be popular.
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