This year, to mix things up a little, I have decided against any New-Year goal-setting. For a number […]
Author: Angie Garwood
I attempted to sit down and write this very post about ten hours ago. I managed the sitting […]
“This blog is a reflection of what is going on in my life at the time of writing. […]
“..But I can’t quite bring myself to fall asleep by 10pm. It’s surprisingly difficult. The temptation to just […]
It is Friday night (well, it was when I wrote this, it is now Sunday evening) and whilst […]
“….and if someone is mean to you, or doesn’t want to play with you then..well… fuck them!” “Mummy!! […]
“It baffles me why anyone would follow someone who makes them feel crap. Curate your experience, make it […]
Mummy Daughter Days: Back to The Mothership, a.k.a Zara. The Power of Clothes, Now, Then and Always.
“If you can’t decide, BUY BOTH” – Grandma. Adolescent Angela, bonding time with her Mother Mummy Angela, bonding […]
Taking the Summer off from Worrying Giving far too many fucks Thinking about thinking Paradoxes. Let go, to […]
Oh what a week. I think I say this every week. But this week was different. This week I made […]
