I Have a Million Hobbies and Somehow Still Feel Like a Useless Potato
There are approximately 847 things I want to do with my life at any given moment, and yet somehow I can still spend an entire Sunday staring into the middle distance like a Victorian woman who’s just received a letter informing her husband has died at sea. The maths simply isn’t mathing. I want to…
Unemployed, Over-Crafted & Emotionally Unsupervised
So… I have a new hobby. Crafting. It started innocently enough. A little something here, a little project there. Nothing to worry about. And then somehow it snowballed into me looking at random objects around the house thinking, “Hmm… I could make something out of that.” This is how it happens, isn’t it? One minute you’re…
Raising myself, thanks for asking
There’s a weird thing about being a woman in your thirties without children. People notice. They don’t always say anything, but you can see it sometimes. That little pause when children come up in conversation. The quick look at your face, as though they’re trying to work out whether you’re choosing not to have them,…