The Library

Let’s play a quick game of Never Have I Ever... Never have I ever stumbled across another business owner whose content I binged until experiencing near-blindness in the early hours of the morning Never have I ever become so obsessed with a certain actor that I’ve...

Last week, I took Coco Chanel’s advice a bit too far.  I was getting ready for a wedding on a Monday(?!) in the weirdest bedroom somewhere in the jaw-droppingly-delightful Cotswolds when I realised I’d brought all sorts of things I didn’t need (classic) but forgotten...

Get up early, they say. Don't work from bed, they say. Post content consistently, they say. You have to launch, they say. Hustle hard now so it's easier in the future, they say. How about do whatever tf feels good to you? I got up early only because my cat was...

“My parents and sister bought me a pen as a congratulations gift,” Olly said to me last night. He handed me the box. Heavy. Luxurious. The brand was Parisian. It’s the kind of pen you take care not to leave in the hands of a stranger. The kind of pen that has a home...

You’ve got the skills, you’ve got the knowledge, you’ve got the ambition, you’ve got the goals, and you’ve got the seventh cup of coffee, so why haven’t you got the line of best-fit clients queuing up at your door?  The longer I’m in business, the more I understand...

I’ve kept just one dress from my days in corporate. Its one purpose? To wear to funerals. This dress pairs nicely with the one pair of heels I’ve kept from my days in corporate. (I used to stuff them into the bottom drawer of my desk at the office so I could change...

"I’m dead." I said this to Olly multiple times on Tuesday night as I sweat not only my guts but also my eyeballs, heart valves, hopes, and dreams out onto the mat rolled out in our lounge. Of course, I’m not actually dead because I’m writing this email to you, , but...

Back in secondary school (a.k.a. high school), the art department organised an evening fashion show and the year 9 students had to create their outfits for the runway in art class. Year 9 = around 14 years old. The theme was Brighton Rock. One of my friends decided to...

I think his name was Dave. All it took was a phone call and he was in and out of the house in less than 3 hours. I don’t think I told Olly (my other half) what I was doing, but that’s nothing new. We’d just moved from a one-bed flat to a three-bed house, which meant...