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Singing in the car to One Direction's entire back catalogue. Feeling wistful at the Zayn parts. Cindy Crawford in the Taylor Swift vide...

Things that are lovely: Comments from strangers that say: thank you for writing what you write and the inherent comfort of the words: 'm...

I am wondering why there is this flawed human trait; the one where you forget to be good. Why must I always forget to appreciate things and ...

Struck by the immediacy of the web, I scour for the perfect Spring coat. I actually get frustrated when I can't find what I want at the ...

I am quietly wondering whether life might have played an ironic trick on me?! I turned 40 in March, a preoccupation which heralded new level...

And so to Tuesday... Yesterday was blah, 'meh', not so good. Today - well today, I got some perspective and am trying to see the sun...

Isn't it lovely that Spring is here? Is it here or is it approaching? I think it's here. Daffodils especially make me smile when I s...

Thank goodness for the phenomenon of 'me too'. I wonder if that is what blogging is really all about; the need to express something ...

We all know I can spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking about clothes, but recently my pondering of outfits has taken on a new di...

Seriously, I am bad at change. You'd think I would have evolved by now or that some inner facility would take hold and see me navigate t...

I saw some images of Andie MacDowell today where she looks fabulous, and there I was thinking: how amazing it was that a woman of 55 can lo...

I have various feelings about getting older; firstly I like the surety it brings. I know my mind better. I don't however like that I see...

We make our choices. Maybe it's something about the quiet dullness of January; all the fun of Christmas has departed leaving economising...