Day Twenty Four (Here We Go Again)

DAY twenty-four calls for some of my old summer reads. I got my teeth stuck into A Golden Age while on holiday a few years ago. It came at the recommendation of my mother (respect to her book suggestions, she’s never led me wrong), and I literally could not be pried away from it for…

Day Twenty Three (It’s Me, I’m a Tree, I’m a Wombat)

THERE’S something about old books. Something in the way it feels to hold them. Wuthering Heights is by no means my favourite classic. To be perfectly frank, I prefer Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights – mostly because I heard once that some people believed she was singing “It’s me, I’m a tree, I’m a wombat” instead…

Day Twenty Two (A Thousand Words)

ON sticky, grey hot days like today in Glasgow I kinda wish I was elsewhere. I spent a lot of my summer last year travelling, from Croatia to Paris to Estepona, and it really took me back to loving photography. I’m better with words than photos that’s for sure, but they do say a picture…

Day Twenty-One (Meet my friends Ben and Jerry)

I’M having a Bridget Jones day where nothing seems to really be working on my favour. Tripping over my own two feet, failing driving tests, losing my head in a spin – a night like this calls for my oldest and dearest friends. Mr Ben and Mr Jerry. And while I may be no Bridget…

Day Twenty (poetry is plenty)

IT’S funny the things you miss when you spend time apart from someone. Laughing, crying, laughing and crying – it can be difficult to find time to spend with the ones you love. This summer has been full of gaps for me, not just friends and family travelling, but also because of work and distance….

Day Nineteen (Books With Bite)

WHEN I was but a young sproutling, I was obsessed with vampires. It began with Anne Rice’s Interview With A Vampire and pretty much spread from there. And somewhere between Morganville, The House of Night series and The Vampire Diaries (the real one not that telly nonsense), I found Twilight. I was late to the…

Day Eighteen (I’m a material girl)

IT was around my third outfit change on Day Eighteen that I started to realise that maybe I own too many clothes. No really, I think it’s maybe starting to become an issue. I spend far too much money on online shopping, to the point where my partner just kinda looks at me exasperatedly and…

Day Seventeen (Is it Caturday yet?)

NOTHING beats waking up hungover to a cat in your face. My cat was a wee bit curious as to why I didn’t want to get up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning. Personally I blame the glasses of red wine, but she might blame not getting to sleep until 1am. That’s a bad life choice,…

Day Sixteen (Here’s To You John Green)

ON Day Sixteen I’m continuing the John Green trend with The Fault in Our Stars. I first read it a billion million years ago, and I loved it. It can be a bit disjointed at times, but I do think it’s a beautiful story and I’ve re-read it so many times over the last few…

Day Fifteen (Sorting My Sh*t Out)

IT might surprise you but as a 20-year-old I’ve had plenty of “oh sh*t” moments. Unfortunately (for my brain) I’m one of these people who obsess over every mistake they make, as if analysing it from every single angle will allow me to go back in time and re-do it correctly. I’ve come to realise…