You can't scroll through social media today without seeing many people posting a photo of themselves 10 years ago, and one this year. And while I would never judge anyone doing these little 'challenges' (I posted one myself which I deleted immediately) I just feel that once again, we are falling into the trap of … Continue reading 10 year challenge
I posted my first drip cake on social media the day my eldest son turned 13, in 2017. It really was a total mess of a cake but it was to be the start of something special. Baked by Rose was born. And so started the journey of baking. Something I have always loved doing, … Continue reading Caking Mad!
Every weekend, I am asked the same question.. "What do you fancy doing today?" And every time, I come up with the same answer.. "I dunno, what do you fancy doing?" Yesterday I woke up, the sun was shining, I felt rested, even after a horrific migraine attack on Friday night, and needed to go out. … Continue reading Sun dazed
There is nothing quite like seeing a really unflattering photo of yourself to take the wind out of your sails and bring you back down to reality with a thud so hard I could've bruised my coccyx. I was living in my little world where my appearance didn't matter. I was feeling confident and healthier … Continue reading Wobbly..
You couldn't see me, but I did a little happy dance while taking my minions to school this morning. Not an actual dance, my body wasn't ready for that at 8.30am, but a little dance in my head. Although the middle minion had the day off due a teacher training day.. but I guess 1 … Continue reading No more chocolate for breakfast.
I always get quite emotional when the end of the year approaches. Other than the fact that it marks that I become another year older, it always leads me to believe in hope and new adventures. That a new year signifies a new start. Which of course could be any day that you wanted, it … Continue reading Endings and begininings
I'll never forget the first time I read a novel. Transported to another world, a world totally different from my own. I was too young to understand every aspect of the story, after all, I was only 10 years old. I have read the same book no less than 20 times, since. And I still … Continue reading These Words