It is the little things. Always the little things. They still remain what matters most to me: the future always to far away to focus on, and the past so very irrelevant. So it is the little things each day delivers that matter most. This week Ste arrived home with a present for me. The biggest bag of bird seed…
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Housekeeper’s Diary
Get Up and Gone
I think you might have guessed that the black dog is here again. She might be wearing a fancy paisley printed bandanna and guard me with all she has got, but yes, she is here and at the end of a torrid few months I can feel myself being yanked towards malaise, no matter how very hard I am trying…
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The Wellness Journal – Resources
Last week I loudly and not so proudly declared the necessity to SORT MYSELF OUT. And thus began a new well-being regime, much compromised by the dailiness of life, but apparently working all the same for in the first seven days I managed to shift a rather astonishing NINE INCHES from my person. While I have no doubt that this…
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Housekeeper’s Diary
When life feels hard, puttering away my troubles is the answer. And so I wander through my days in floral pajamas topped eccentrically with a pink jumper, fussing over the arrangement of my underwear in my Marie Kondo-ed drawers, arranging books on the mahogany bookcase I have my son help me carry up the stairs: me breathless as I shuffle…
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The Wellness Journal
Heavens to Betsy, something has got to give. I have turned into a sloth. All blah and hanging about achieving very little and indulging in a most unbecoming amount of unsloth-like anxiety. Truth be told I feel rubbish. And though rubbishness has over the years come and gone in my life, occasionally I reach a crisis point and know that…
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The Tee-Total Housewife
Once upon a time, I was deeply in love with red wine. The kind of truly, madly deeply, cannot wait until wine o’clock to switch my brain off kind of love that might have spoken of future addiction but thankfully, never got out of hand. But oh how I loved it. My body yearned for it in the same way…
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The Fragrant Minute – House and Home
“Who built this house?” “‘Twas I,” said Man. “My brain conceived the perfect plan. My muscles worked with wood and stone”. Then, asked The Spirit, “You alone?” “Yes I,” said Man, and smiled with pride. “Its joists are strong: its beams are wide; its windows face the south – tis best; its walls have stood keen Winter’s test; its furniture…
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The Salon One-Dollar Trial!
Those of you who have been the founding members of the BrocanteHome Salon will know that I have put my heart and soul into it, and I am so very grateful that so many of you chose to become Lifetime members before Christmas. It means so very much to know that you trust me to keep on inspiring you to…
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Housekeeper’s Diary
Finally, some rhythm to the month, just as it draws to a close. But it doesn’t matter. For the year has finally begun. Today then: a new cabinet in the bathroom to be made useful. Copper wire baskets just waiting to be filled. The things I found in the old one: more hair bobbles than any one woman could possible…
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