L I F E – in a funk and a little catch-up

I’m in a bit of a funk … mojo less

I mean I’ve not even posted on Instagram for 4 days . Missing in my own mind !!

Thinking and looking back this happens every now and again so I’m not paying it too much attention. No pressure Tracey. I guess my mojo will return when it returns. I guess my brain is frazzled / knackered, it needs some time out… and a lie down on a beach somewhere!

In the meantime I just thought I’d pop on and say hello, give you a little bit of a life update and have a little natter.

So … you ok? Continue reading

Goodbye 2017

Sometimes there is sadness in our journey, but there is also beauty. We must keep putting one foot in front of the other even when we hurt for we will never know what is waiting for us around the cornerBrigitte Nicole

The approaching New Year has a way of making us all feel a little reflective doesn’t it?

Sad, happy , excited , full of hope, anticipation of better times … that somehow the dawning of a new year , a new day will make everything a-little better?

It’s a chance to wipe the slate clean and start again. I for one can’t wait to see the back of 2017, but in reality it is just another day – its our mindset that tells us otherwise and I suppose that’s not a bad thing. Continue reading

It’s ok to not be ok … be a hexagon ! 

I wrote and published a post on Instagram a couple of days ago which I ‘ummmed and arrhhhed’ about.

I resisted the urge to delete.

I then pondered whether to write this blog for fear of being misunderstood. Sometimes I get things in my head but they don’t come out the way I intend.

Firstly I love Instagram. I love the interaction; like -minded people bonding over pictures of our tea and what we’ve been wearing.

I don’t know about you but I find it hard to relate to some of the tiny squares of ‘perfection’ some accounts portray. They look like they are living the dream. Perfectly coiffured at all times, immaculate, contoured and sporting all the latest trends.

I’m perfectly imperfect and I’m certainly not living the dream. I’m Currently sat in mis-matched pjs with unbrushed hair. I’ve been like that most of the day. I’m a little messy around the edges if the truth be known.

Maybe I’m over-thinking things but some days it’s not enough to post an #ootd or some beauty bits. I feel like I’m cheating you.

Some days I just want to tell you how it really is. What’s really happening behind my squares.

I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, I want you to relate. Continue reading

2017 …

Good Morning!

I wasn’t going to post today. Firstly I have a raging hangover and I’m finding it hard to string a sentence together never mind write to my adoring masses ( hello all 3 of you) *chuckles to herself *

Secondly I was going to have a lazy day. I suppose I am having a lazy one of sorts … I’m in bed making my way through a mountain of Christmas cake, drinking copious amounts of coffee and catching up on Corrie.

Mum called to wish me and the Mr a Happy New Year…and “oh did I know Graham from the village had died suddenly yesterday afternoon – heart-attack ?” Not a celebrity but one of my brothers best friends, a well-known and much-loved  character. Continue reading

Why do you blog? Let me tell you a story …

It’s a question I’m often asked… while looking at me like I have 3 heads and giving me the haven’t you got better things to do at YOUR AGE look.

Basically I adore  writing.

I always have.

It’s my creative outlet.

There’s no age limit to  writing. My grandma wrote well into her 80’s.

I kept diaries from about 8 years old until the age of around 17. Not one liner per day diaries  … we are talking of epic proportions.

In-depth A5 pages full of my tiny teenage mixed-up scribbles.

I recently stumbled across a pile of them while clearing the loft. I started to read one of the said diaries but due to the amount of cringing I was doing I had to stop… One day when I’m old and grey maybe I’ll try again..

I’ve always been a story-teller and I do believe that everybody has a story to tell.

Something that contributes BUT that I rarely talk about … in fact very few people know…I was bullied at school. Continue reading

I’ve lost that blogging feeling …

I’m having a ‘lost my mojo blogging’ moment.

It happens.

Some days I wake up and I know exactly what I’m going to write about. I’m full of inspiration and I want to share it.

Not today.

I’m thinking maybe I’ll write about Lola my beautiful cat I lost over a month ago ( some shithead knocked her over and chucked her in a bush)

Too depressing.

Then I’m thinking shall I wing it and just ramble .

I’m winging it a lot lately. Direction … I need direction.

So let’s talk about my mood … Continue reading