• Blog Posts,  Self Love

    To The Woman Who Feels Unappreciated – Letters of Lace

    In my new series, entitled: “Letters of Lace“, I will be touching on themes and topics that explore some of the more desperate things we women struggle with. Difficult and dark experiences that drain every last ounce of our strength, and leave us feeling hopeless, overwhelmed and misunderstood. My aim is to write to the “Woman” who is experiencing this present darkness, to offer some comfort and help restore her hope. Letters of Lace are for all of us, feel free to forward them to the “Woman” you think might need a taste of hope and a touch of beauty. After all, there are few things more gentle on the…

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    Living With Endometriosis – Guest Post – Laura Wyatt

    Today we have Laura Wyatt from www.mamabearcollective.co.uk.  Laura is the mother of two from the UK and owner at Black Goose Digital, go take a peek 🙂 Living with Endometriosis It was love at first sight when I met the Man of the House – he was funny, and kind, and handsome, and he made my heart tingle and my stomach jump and I couldn’t ever imagine being happier or without him. We discussed marriage and children within a few weeks of being together – if we’d have had the money there and then, we would have done it. There were obstacles, namely the fact that the Man of the House…

  • Blog Posts,  Family

    Thank You is Just Not Enough

    So often, as a mother, I find myself running through my daily routine… focused like a well-trained sniper on the kids and all that needs to be done. In the hours of the day it’s all about who’s been fed, dressed, have you brushed you teeth,let’s do homework, tidy your rooms, etc… Has the house been cleaned, laundry done, appointments and deadlines met. (You get the point.) But then there comes this day – Father’s Day – and all of a sudden our focus needs to move to another person… Yup, that’s you Pappa. It’s then that we seem to “all of a sudden” think about all you do, and that’s sad,…

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    Blog Posts,  Family

    Why I say No to You, and Yes to Me

    As I was hurrying through my morning routine one day, I got a yank on my sweater: “Mommy? I need to ask you a question…” “OK…” I half-heartedly answered as I simultaneously curled my hair and gulped some lukewarm tea. My daughter evaluated me for a beat, then said, “Never mind. You’ll just say no.” And she walked downstairs. Then the guilt set in. I put down the hot curling iron and the tea, and focused on her for a moment. (In the end, I did say no, because the question involved taking an expensive electronic toy to school.) But after she was on the bus that day, and I was…