A little diary of our exploits in New York, from the cafes of the Lower East Side to Yankee Stadium. Plus some top tips for the travelling pregnant woman!
Dressing a bump is a challenge, one that breaks fly buttons and makes underpants fall down, but these constraints have been a serious tonic for my fashion mojo
On taking on introvert tendencies and irrational fears, and taking accountability for making exciting things happen
Today is day one of my maternity leave, and my mind is spinning out of control with Ideas and Plans and Schemes. I’m at risk of burning out on free time!
Some time has passed since my last post, but this is less to do with laziness and everything to do with me being ever so slightly pregnant…
October has flown by, and wasn’t it beautiful? Every day was another of those clear, bright, autumnal days that so often get obscured by low clouds, heavy with rain. All over our patch of Surrey the trees have put on a firework display with their changing leaves, vibrant splashes of green, yellow, orange, gold, and finally astonishing shades of red. The garden has been slowly giving up its final yields of plums, then apples, and finally a beautiful giant pumpkin, just in time for Hallowe’en. Those bright, sharp days, and dark, moody evenings where we huddle in doors and tell scary stories are everything about this time of year. This is a time of fire, and spirits; ancient, powerful, and hugely evocative.