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Rural life is not quiet
Can’t a gal (ok…old olden days lady) stalk through her garden in a very old bikini smacking cricket bats together without being arrested? “Don’t make me the mad woman in a too tiny ‘this still fits me and I wore this on my honeymoon’ struggling bikini smashing noisy cricket bats together …who is…about to be…arrested by the police”… I faltered in my magpie abuse as a police car and van…
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Rural life is not quiet
Don’t make me the mad woman in a too tiny “this still fits me and I wore this on my honeymoon” struggling bikini smashing noisy cricket bats together …who is…about to be…arrested by the police”… I faltered in my magpie abuse as a police car and van arrived outside my gate. In ten years I have seen one police car here, this was unprecedented. I knew that my bikini was…
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Sitting Spiritually Blog and Live with….me!!! Hurray!!!
Last year I worked with the fabulous Sitting Spiritually team who make the most beautiful swings and swingseats from their family run business in gorgeous Lyme Regis. They got back in touch to see if I would be interested in taking part in their “Have a Seat with…” series. Given the extraordinary gardeners that they have interviewed, I felt impelled to gently explain that my gardening prowess extends to lobbing…
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My English Country Cottage at Christmas
Well it’s mainly about the magazine shoot but lots of Christmas photos – ok? I wrote this blog last year when the glamorous magazine people came to shoot my house for a Christmas magazine feature. The English Home magazine Christmas edition FINALLY came out this week (I had to wait an ENTIRE year!!) so I thought I would add the professional photos from the shoot that the genius who is…
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Magazine worthy bedroom styling
The utterly gorgeous Naomi Jones and the ridiculously fabulous Robert Sanderson very sweetly allowed me to tag along on another magazine shoot in Suffolk (not that they had a lot of choice, I just sit in the car, waiting to yoohoo as they arrive at their next shoot). Naomi spotted my proudly shiny “Assistant Stylist” badge and kindly ushered me upstairs out of the way to “magazine” the bedroom. I…
