I don't know about you, but I've found lockdown to be much more difficult the third time around. Thankfully I have a few new hobbies to focus on this year, and they both revolve around my favourite country in the world - Japan!
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Things had been feeling a little grey lately. The days all seemed to merge into one, and I almost felt like crawling into bed and hibernating until the summertime.
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In my teens and early twenties, my style icon was Paris Hilton. Need I say more? As a result I have made many, many style mistakes over the years. But more importantly, I had a lot of fun doing it!
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Besides autumn, the beginning of January is my favourite time of year.
The idea of a fresh start never fails to bring a renewed enthusiasm and sense of motivation, even with an uncertain twelve months stretching before us.
A year ago today, I sat down and reflected on 2019. I detailed my travel adventures and big life milestones, and declared it 'the best year of my life!'
It was surprising therapeutic, and I think we could all use a little extra therapy these days. So I decided to take an in-depth look at 2020, the year of ups and downs.
As the summer draws to a close, the squirrels are out in full force.
I've been glued to my window lately, watching them busily forage for nuts as they prepare to hibernate throughout the winter. I can't help but relate to them as I survey my own kitchen, loaded with seasonal fruits and vegetables in anticipation of a potential enforced hibernation.
Is anyone else's kitchen currently filled with more apples than they could ever possibly eat?
While I'm definitely not complaining, I have been struggling to come up with creative ways to use up this abundance of sweet, seasonal fruit.
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I'm writing this snuggled under a cosy blanket with a pumpkin candle burning next to me. Outside, the rain pours down in sheets and the wind is blowing the first leaves from the trees.
The new season has only just begun, and I'm already feeling decidedly autumnal!
Like a squirrel peering tentatively out of his nest at the first signs of spring, I'm taking my first steps back into the world of blogging.
I've been journalling on-and-off since I was a child, and my old diaries are some of my most treasured possessions. Back then I wrote pretty exclusively about friendship squabbles, playground gossip and fights with my sister, and a flick through any one of those well-loved journals never fails to open a floodgate of long-forgotten memories and nostalgia.
From The Pumpkin Patch 