• Slow Living

    Slow Days: Tipsy Tea Party in Wimborne

    It’s Easter and to be honest I was kind at a loss of what to do this weekend. You know when you want to do something but you know it’s going to be horrendously busy where ever you pick?! My crocheting friend, Emma,  reminded me that there was a little craft fair in Wimborne on Saturday with some great music! I grabbed a soy latte, danced a little and snuggled myself between Emma’s stall and Lottie who creates some beautiful floral arrangements. I even brought home a little jar of flowers to brighten my day and there may have been a little Easter treat in the form of two cups…

  • Slow Living

    Slow Living

    I like my life. I built it this way: everything stripped back to the bare bones with only loved things allowed. I started here, in a tiny studio flat I once hated, with a cat that insisted that swinging from my arm by his teeth should be his sole method of transport, and the quietness living on my own afforded me. Sometimes it is a blessing to rebuild a life, getting to choose how, why and when you do things, and never having to explain it to a single soul. Slow living is intentional, living moment to moment, and that isn’t always easy to follow through on, especially when you’ve…