• Fashion
    Rantagram,  Reality Bites

    Fashion For The Skint Bird

    Fashion. DARLING. No, me neither. However, we do all have to wear clothes, and for those of you like me who really can’t be arsed to make that kind of effort post-kids, this one’s for us. Secretly, I still want to look half decent. Fact of the matter is though, my days of being half decent evaporated about 15 years back. Times have changed, as has fashion (for the better and worse, to be honest) and so it’s time to take a look into how to survive the trauma of 30’s motherhood without looking like a tramp’s pillowcase. The other side of the coin is the indignity that is actually…

  • Changes
    Reality Bites


    I made a few. Changes to the blog, changes to a few other things. Hopefully nothing too noticeable to you lot, but I’ve made some changes to the style and layout of my blog, as I’ve decided to try and take it a bit more seriously. That doesn’t mean I’m getting a niche, fret not. I’ll still be writing about the stuff I want to, but I’ll be making a bit more of an effort to work consistently. And with that comes an effort into style as well. Watch this space. However, the main event of this post: an update on Ellie, my dog. Last time I posted about how…

  • Madrid
    Reality Bites,  Travelar


    My love affair with Spain will never end. Most people think of Spain and they immediately think about tourist-filled beaches and expat nightmares. Well, that’s certainly true of some areas, but for me, my Spanish heart lies in two areas; Andalusia and Madrid. I want to talk to you about the Spanish capital, because it’s one of the places that I think I really discovered the person that I am now. Not only is it vibrant, complex and beautiful, it’s a city that taught me true independence, a new language (kind of), and a deeper appreciation for the country I’d love to live in again one day. But first, a…

  • Life
    Reality Bites

    Life And Decline

    It was my birthday on Monday. I’m now back in even numbers. They’re still even numbers past 20, but still, even numbers. Yet although chronologically I’m back in the evens, turning older always leaves me feeling a bit odd. I actually had a really nice day. Complete with unexpected makeover, spending an obscene amount of money I don’t have on products I only vaguely know how to use and a lush dinner out, it was a good one as far as birthdays go. It was a good day to remember all the great things about life. Yet by the end of the week I’m seeing the other side of the…

  • Jobs
    Rantagram,  Reality Bites

    Jobs For The Girls

    I was talking to Small-Me the other day about life, friends and other generic shizz when she decided to ask me a question about work, or ‘workies’ as she likes to call it. The conversation took a sharp left turn that I really was not expecting. “Mammy, why do grown ups have to go out to do workies?” “Well, because grown ups do jobs for other people and places and in return they get given money, so that they can buy food and pay for things that they need.” “But why do they need to have monies for things?” “Because we can’t just take things without paying for them, that…

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