A person's a person, no matter how small

Half term has begun. It's day 2 and the little wrens are currently playing at opposite ends of the house. There have so far been no major battle lines drawn which may largely be down to the fact that they are currently playing at opposite ends of the house! They are 7 and 5 (sorry, 7 and three quarters and 5 and three quarters - I'd be in trouble for that) and

Soggy but Stylish - The Wren Shops Raincoats

So this just about sums up my city at the moment. It is seriously wet here. Roads closed around the city centre because of flooding, bridges unpassable. Mighty Mother Nature wreaks her vengeance yet again. Now, you could do the very British thing and wallow in our sodden misery, complain about the Environment Agency's complete incompetence, gripe

Comfort Food.

Some meals just take you somewhere. They often aren't the grandest, most haute-cuisine of dishes, but they transport you to a place of comfort and familiarity. Last night, confronted with the last leftovers of a roast chicken, I made chicken croquettes. I had seen Michel Roux Jr. cooking his version on Food & Drink on BBC2 this week and so I searched the BBC website for the recipe. I added a little Dijon mustard to his recipe to give them a little kick.

As I stood there, mindlessly (but very messily) rolling these little cylinders of mashed potatoes, up to

15 Minute Face

I adore make-up. I have loved make-up since I was about 7 years old and first sat at my mother's dressing table playing with her jars of Estee Lauder and her Lancome lipsticks. I have a lot of make-up. I mean - drawers full of the stuff. And yet as I hastily applied my school-run face this morning, it occurred to me that

Tell me I'm not too old!

Ok people, here are the facts : I am 36 years old (whisper it), I am a mother of two, I want and love to look and feel glamorous, but I need to be comfortable and be able to run and jump and lug around children and bags of grocery shopping. I LIVE in my skinny jeans. I hate looking like 'a mum' - I hardly ever wear ballet flats because I think they prettify and take the fashion edge out of any outfit I wear. I do not and never will own a pair of pull-on stretch knee high boots. So here is the question (and I've been wrestling with it for SO long I fear I may have already missed the boat) - "The wedge high top - am I in or out?".

I think I'm in. I mean, just look at this outfit :

Great, right.