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D ear Reader, Maybe I’m not creative enough, or maybe I just don’t have that artistic flair but I genuinely have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to clothes (or shoes for that matter).  I used to get most of my fashion tips from Noel Fielding and Keith Richards …and considering neither of those are women I would say that we’re already off to a pretty bad start. I’m a girl, so naturally, I am a keen believer in shopping as a hobby but I tell you what, there is some form of anxiety that washes over me in certain shops. A massive feeling of not-belonging-ness, especially in ones like Topshop. I think this has a lot to do with that fact that I’m not, or don’t believe I am, fashionable. It’s as though I feel everyone else in the shop can smell it on me as soon as I walk in, like a fresh kill to a hyena. Somehow they can sense I don’t belong with them, the fashionistas, the one’s who know what’s going on in the world of clothing. Who else remembers when skinny jeans first ca

Dear Reader,  I’ve recently been attempting to garden, and when I say ‘garden’, I really do mean that in the loosest sense of the word. I’m not even entirely sure that what I do qualifies as gardening but nonetheless… My ‘gardening’ consists of buying pretty plants and potting them in pretty plant pots. This requires only a small amount of knowledge and hard work. But does make you feel like you’ve contributed somewhat to your green fingeredness and can thus be just a little garden proud. Though, really, I’m just desperately hoping the plants don’t die. There is definitely something rather lovely about seeing something you’ve planted by hand grow into a beautiful flower, fruit or vegetable. One thing that bugs me though, why on earth is gardening seen as an old person’s hobby? Why do I feel boring for enjoying it? However poorly I may be doing it and however little knowledge I may have, it’s peaceful and requires care. You’re helping a living thing to grow, there’s som

Dear Reader, Learning what to do in life. Do we ever find the perfect job or do we just bounce constantly from one to the other until we find one that we hate the least? Or worse, just give up looking all together? I look around at people in offices, shops, or people just walking on the street and wonder whether they really like their job, LOVE their job. How many of us can say that? How many people are there out there who are doing the job they have always dreamt of? And how do you know when you’ve got the perfect job? I’ve only really known one job all of my life, does that mean it’s the one for me or does it mean that I have just accepted that it’s all I know? I believe I’m good at my job, I enjoy it, but I question whether there is something else out there that might be better, that I could be really good at. How do we know when we’ve reached our full potential? And how many of us really try? Do we just get to a point where we decide that we’ve probably got it as good as it’

Dear Reader, Here begins my blogging chapter. I will be the first to admit that I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing, however I know that I have always loved writing and so begins the blog. I'm new to this, so be kind. It's rather more public than the short stories that I write in my little green book next to the bed, but maybe this is more similar than I think. Maybe I'll post one or two of my short stories, if I feel brave enough. There's something rather Carrie Bradshaw about all of this, maybe we're all secretly hoping that someone will read our blog and sweep us up to become the next brilliantly clever and witty columnist in The Times... I have yet to decide what I may write about in the coming posts but I imagine it will be a mix of seriousness, silliness quite probably mixed in with too long a sentences and a little nonsense. All of which I hope you, dear reader, will enjoy. Fingers crossed. And if you do happen to be reading this and work fo