It’s that special time of year again, the time when we all take a few minutes to sit back and reflect on the past 12 months. Now, I really thought 2021 would go down as the most pivotal year of my life (what with getting engaged and married – during Covid – and moving halfway … More 2022: From Mrs To Mummy
As I look into the mirror I think – whose body is this? It can’t be mine, Dark marks galore and a deep coffee coloured line, That runs all the way down my belly though it isn’t very straight, Fresh burgundy stretch marks and back pain from carrying this extra weight. I haven’t seen my … More 35 Weeks And Counting
It was early December. I was in my second month of pregnancy. You were our little strawberry seed. You wouldn’t have been more than 1.5mm long. Just under 5 weeks old: our baby. You would’ve looked like a teeny tiny tadpole. Your heart and brain were just beginning to form. It would’ve been too early … More The Strawberry Seed That Was Taken Too Soon
Bibi Bhani Ji holds a unique place in Sikh history. She was the mother of the first Sikh martyr, Guru Arjan Dev Ji (the fifth Guru of the Sikhs). She was also the daughter of the third Guru, Guru Amar Das Ji and the wife of fourth Guru, Guru Ram Das Ji. As such, she … More Inspirational Sikh Women: Part 2 – Bibi Bhani Ji
My Mum is a minimalist in every sense of the word, particularly when it comes to self-care and beauty. Conveniently, she’s also naturally stunning (yep she’s one of those!) even at the ripe age of 62. As a result, the only beauty advice I’ve ever received from her is that less is more; that I … More 22 Beauty Hacks For My Future Daughter
Ok confession time. I, Just A Small Town Girl, have an unhealthy, inexplicably uncontainable obsession with (drum roll please) my bedroom. Yes I’m a twenty-something year old in the prime of my life, yes I have what one would classify as a pretty active social life, but would I chose to spend an evening in … More I Only Love My Bed & My Mummy Ji
She claims to hate her. Forever criticising and disapproving of everything she does. She vows to be proud if she turns out nothing at all like her. She doesn’t understand her she says, she never has, she never will and she doesn’t want to. But she doesn’t hate her. Far from it in all honesty, … More A Strained Bond
So my family all jetted off to India yesterday. They’re away for two weeks to attend a wedding in Punjab, but sadly I couldn’t join them because I’ve reached the limit on my annual-leave allowance at work. Now I say ‘sadly’ but, cards on the table, I wasn’t really that upset about it. From the second that their tickets were booked, I … More Home Alone
In the last year or so I’ve had a massive epiphany: my parents are not perfect. They’re not always right and they don’t always do the right thing. Ok, you’re probably sitting there thinking wow, did you just clock on to the fact that Santa Claus isn’t real either? But seriously, it’s been a big realisation … More Parents
Painting the house… That’s what I’ve been doing this rainy bank holiday weekend. To be completely honest, the idea of spending three days inhaling paint fumes and accumulating paint drops on my clothes and in my hair did not sound particularly alluring to me to begin with. The thought of tackling the entire house with … More A Pleasant Surprise
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