I've recently started making (and selling!!) Pretty things, you can find me on Instagram @happylittlehandmade making cards, hoops, frames and other pretty keepsake gifts ๐
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A short tale of mum life. Opened airing cupboard to get towel for shower. Washing in there was dry, swapped it for the load of washing that needed drying, sorted remaining washing in basket, put new load on. Now I'm late and still not showered.
Just asked Hattie if she would mind getting me a glass of wine. She said.. there's not much left, do you just want a straw? And honestly, I've never felt more understood ๐คฃ
My regular reminder that to have the โmubble fubblesโ (16th century) is to experience a bout of melancholy such as the Sunday evening blues, combined with a vague sense of impending doom.
My regular reminder that to have the โmubble fubblesโ (16th century) is to experience a bout of melancholy such as the Sunday evening blues, combined with a vague sense of impending doom.
This is me pondering whether they'll change any of the words I've used in my work after I'm dead, to spare those who are fragile and easily offended. Words like 'fat' and 'ugly'. And 'cunt' and 'fuck'. And 'fat, ugly, greedy, pathetic little stupid fucking cunt'. Stuff like that.